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A Nap

It had been a long couple of days. A stomach bug Vince had brought home from school had been passed around the garage when Mia had stubbornly come in sick to do the books. Brian had been the first one down, and Letty and Dom had struggled to keep up with the full schedule of work without him. Brian had been back the next day but then Dom had left early, sick as a dog. On the last day both Letty and their two-year-old daughter had caught the bug. She'd barely had time to rest, too busy taking care of a sick toddler to do much more than pump herself full of meds. They'd been more than behind at the garage so Dom couldn't come home and help like he might have. As it was, when he'd gotten home after dark she'd left him with a crying baby and crawled into bed, passing out for a solid 14 hours of sleep.

This morning she'd finally woken up feeling better, but Dom had been gone by the time she'd peeled herself out of bed and showered. A text on her phone let her know he'd taken the kid with him to the garage and to come in if she felt up to it.

She'd felt a little guilty about sleeping in, especially knowing that he probably hadn't gotten a restful night's sleep himself, so she'd stopped off to pick up some lunch for everyone before heading to the garage.

Twenty minutes later she pulled up in front of the shop, bags of hot food making her car smell like burgers. She slid out of the seat and grabbed the grub before walking up towards where faint music was filtering out of the open door. She couldn't hear any tools going or any clanging or chatter, but she saw Mia and Brian sitting out front together with a couple of water bottles. They waved, and then grinned at her gratefully as she passed them one of the bags.

She was about to ask where Dom was when Mia made a shushing motion and then pointed behind them. Raising a brow in confusion Letty walked into the garage and looked around.

Then she spotted them.

Dom was stretched out on the couch in the back of the garage. The old beat up thing had gotten more than its fair share of use throughout the years. She'd crashed there a few times after school, particularly rough nights at home. They'd had a lot of sex on that couch too, and various other parts of the garage, admittedly. She'd slept there lots of nights after Dom went to prison, with Mia staying with her grandmother and nowhere else to go when home got bad. The garage had always been here.

But now, Dom was asleep on that couch, head propped against the sagging arm, one leg bent, the other hanging off the side, face relaxed, greasy coveralls unbuttoned down to his waist and an old dirty wifebeater beneath it. Their daughter was sprawled on her stomach atop his chest, head pillowed there, ear turned against his heart, tiny mouth open in her sleep, dark curls a mess atop her head. One of Dom's big hands rested against her little back, holding her against him in his sleep.

Smiling, Letty watched them for a moment before turning to slip back outside and join her brother and sister-in-law.

After last night, they probably both deserved a nice nap.