A/N: Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for the great reviews!

QuenThaKid I took two hours today to write this up for you so you best be happy or else...hefer

Guest: I'm sure some of your questions have been addressed if you have gotten up to this point the story. Letty's mother is a tragic character because she is very dysfunctional without realizing it. She does love her daughter, but there is resentment there that she does not hide. She's based on a real person as far as dysfunction goes. She's been conditioned to be a certain way because it the way she has come to survive life's obstacles, including being a teen mom. However, the lighter parts of her where she is being cheeky and funny are a combination of my grandmother/mother. They always have something to say even if I don't want to hear it. In spanish you can get a way with calling people things by adding endearing endings. For instance gorda (fat) can be endearing if said gordita. Spanish is weird that way, and sometimes Ana's comments come off a bit harsher in translation. There's definitely more background info to her in my story FastTimes.

"What did they say?" Letty asked Dom when he returned.

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yup."

"I can't wait that long."

"Well you're gonnna have to."

"Go ask again."

"I literally just talked to them. What's wrong with you?" Dom asked Letty when he noticed the look of discomfort on her face.

"I have to use the bathroom." She answered uncomfortably.

"Do you need help?"

"I don't want to go. Everything hurts." Letty complained.

"Let me get the nurse then."

"No. I'm just gonna hold it until I can't anymore."

"Let, maybe they have something for the pain." Dom suggested.

"I just don't want to be touched anymore."

"Baby you can't even hold yourself up right now. Just accept the help."

"Why wasn't birth enough? I mean damn though; is it really fair women have to give birth and then feel like shit for days after?"

"No?" Dom attempted to answer her rhetorical question.

"Just go get the nurse." She told him impatiently, and he obliged. The nurse came in with a bedpan and Letty went through what she would regard as her second birthing experience. The pain was almost as equally excruciating, and it made it difficult to urinate. Dom assisted with dressing her once again after it was over. "So I really can't see Alexus? Not even if Dom takes me in a wheelchair?" Letty asked the nurse.

"You'll see him tomorrow. You my dear need rest." The nurse told her.

"What's the point if I have no baby?" Letty snapped at her.

"I'm sorry. She has issues being told not to do things." Dom apologized on Letty's behalf.

"You'll see him soon." The nurse assured her before leaving them alone.

"It's not fair. Why do you get to see him and not me? You didn't give birth. I did." Letty complained.

"It's just for today. I'll take you to him myself tomorrow, even if they don't want me to." Dom assured. In all honesty he wanted to put off Letty's visit to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). He knew it would be hard for her to see Alexus hooked up to all the tubing and wiring, especially with all they had been through that day.

"But I want to see him now. He was just ripped from me."

"Let, why don't you get some sleep?" He suggested.

"No. Go get me my baby." She told him menacingly. They had a brief staring contest before Dom finally went to go find their doctor.

"She's insistent on seeing him." He told the physician.

"That's normal, but I would advise against it at the moment."

"I know. I think so too, but she's not letting up, and I know she won't."

"I'll call the nurses at the NICU, and tell them to wait for you." The physician conceded, and Dom made his way back to the room.

"Well?" She inquired when he entered.

"We're going on a little visit."

"Really?" Letty asked joyously.

"Listen Let, I gotta warn you. It's not an easy thing to see."

"What do you mean?" She asked suddenly frightened by what he meant.

"They have him in an incubator and he has all this stuff on him. It looks worse than it is, so you don't have to be scared when you see him." Dom cautioned.

"Ok. Did they let you hold him?" She asked trying to mentally prepare herself.

"No, I watched from a distance. They said too much handling makes them nervous." He informed her. Dom helped Letty into the wheelchair she had entered the hospital in, and they made their way down to see Alexus.

"Are you here for the Toretto baby?" One of the nurses asked recognizing Dom from a few hours before.

"Yes." Letty told her. "How is he?"

"Follow me." The nurse said as she opened the door to the nursery. All Letty could hear were small weak cries and beeping monitors. There were rows of small cribs and sick babies, and parents just like them who were waiting for father time to work in their favor. They finally stopped in front of a small incubator where their baby lay. Letty attempted to get up in order to get a better look, but her body resisted.

"Can you take him out of there?" She asked the nurse.

"Unfortunately not today. He's been handled enough, but perhaps tomorrow if there aren't any further complications."

"Further complications? Like what?" Dom asked.

"For him specifically, that would be breathing spells."

"What?" Letty questioned.

"If he stops breathing, we're going to have to monitor him more closely for a longer period of time."

"Oh my God." Letty said holding back the lump in her throat. The thought of her baby not being able to breathe brought her back to that moment when Letty had feared she had given birth to a dead baby. "Will someone always be here to make sure that doesn't happen?"

"In all likelihood it will happen because he is so young. However, we always have nurses staffing the nursery, and on-call faculty for emergencies. Your child was only moderately premature so we're pretty confident he'll hit his milestones in due time."

"Really?" Letty asked as tears spilled from her eyes.

"Yes, we're hopeful he'll thrive. Ninety-four percent of these cases do."

"What about the other six percent?" Letty asked in horror.

"It's lamentable, but death is always a possibility. We don't want to lie to parents, but it is so very important that you stay hopeful. It does wonders for progress." The nurse told them.

"I think I should take you back now." Dom told Letty as he saw her become more visibly upset.

"No I want to stay." She refused.

"Tomorrow Let, ok? I promise." He told her, and she put her face in her hands in defeat. He brought her back to her room and placed her back onto the hospital bed. "Hey now, stop that." He said wiping her tears away. "He's gonna be ok. The odds are in his favor."

"He's a baby not a number. I'll believe that when he doesn't look like a fucking robot anymore." She sobbed.

"We made that kid. You really think he's gonna be weak? Don't insult him like this."

"He's so little! It's all my fault." She wheezed.

"Don't say that shit. It's not true. You heard what they said. These things happen."

"I should have been better. My body was supposed to protect him, and it didn't. I already failed, and he just got here." Letty said as she continued to weep.

"You were amazing. You did everything you were supposed to do. If there was an award for pushing babies you would have won it. He came out in one, two, three. Shit happens, but life goes on. We just have to wait this out. It'll be fine. You'll see." Dom said making his most hopeful effort, but his emotions were starting to get the best of him as well. "Why don't you try sleeping? Ok?"

"I can't." Letty sniffled.

"Of course you can. I got your favorite spot right here." Dom said bringing her to his chest. Letty cried until she fell asleep. Once she did, Dom took the opportunity to go to his car to shed a few tears of his own. It had been an emotional day. Nonetheless, he was not one to weep in front of others, especially Letty. Only his parents had ever seen him cry. It was difficult to always have to be strong even in the face of such uncertainty and emotional turmoil. His son's life hung in the balance and there was nothing he could do, but wait. He felt so removed and angry, but there was no one to blame but God. Dom had envisioned Alexus' birth as a joyous occasion in where he would leave the hospital a proud father, with a miniature version of himself in his arms. Unfortunately, that future was not guaranteed despite how much he prayed for it. When he had been able to pull himself together, and made his way back to the hospital where he sat in the reclining chair in Letty's hospital room and fell asleep.

The next day Dom was awoken by Dr. Torres while Letty had still been slumbering. "How's she doing?" The doctor asked him checking Letty's file that was attached to the hospital bed.

"Uh, not so good." He told her honestly.

"I can imagine. How about you?"

"I'm fine. I'm really good."

"Are you sure? You don't look really good."

"I look rough when I don't shave." Dom lied.

"Well we're hoping to do some skin to skin today so that the baby can get used to your scents and have a better sense of who you are, but we'll wait until she wakes up to do that."

"That sounds great." Dom said with a cheerful smile. Letty did not wake for another two hours. He had been surprised she had slept through the night, but it seemed that her body had completely surrendered to its fatigue.

"Did you sleep here?" Letty asked him when she spotted him on the chair.

"Yeah, they brought me a blanket and everything."

"You should have gone back to the apartment. I would have just called you if anything."

"I wanted to be here, and it's a good thing I did. They said we can hold him today."

"Really?" Letty asked happily.

"Yeah, Dr. Torres was just waiting for you to wake up."

"Well I'm up. Let's go!" She said excitedly, but struggled to move.

"Hold on there Speedy Gonzalez." Dom said settling her back down.

"I'm good."

"Yeah, lets try to keep it that way." He said. "Let me talk to Dr. Torres." Dom went to go find their gynecologist who then referred them to the neonatologist who was caring for Alexus. They went to the NICU where they sat Letty in a rocking chair and placed her son in her hands for the first time since his birth.

"Now bring him to your chest so that your skin touches his." A nurse told her. Alexus still had a number of wires attached to him and had his breathing tube in. He squirmed, and it scared Letty because he was so tiny and she did not want to hurt him. "Hold him tight so that he feels safe."

"Like that?" Letty asked as she secured the child's neck and bottom.

"Yes. We're going to do this at least an hour a day until he becomes able to breast feed. It's like preemie training."

"How long is it gonna take for him to eat on his own?" Dom asked as he watched on as Letty bonded with their child.

"If he thrives, he should start showing signs next week, or the week after."

"He'll do it by next week." Dom said confidently.

"I would advise that you not become too focused on the time. It's a gradual thing and with preemies you can have two steps back before you take a step forward." The nurse warned.

"Like get sick?" Letty asked warily.

"Don't worry. He'll do it by next week." Dom asserted once more, and he had been right. Alexus would begin to breastfeed towards the end of the following week. The nurses regarded him as an exceptional success. Though he did experience one breathing lapse during one of their visits therefore he still sported his breathing tube. "This must be the happiest he'll ever be." Dom commented as he watched his son suckle Letty's breast. A curtain had been drawn around them so that no one else could watch her breastfeed.

"What?" She asked confused.

"Sucking on a boob is every boys dream."

"You did not just say that. That's just straight nasty."

"Don't be mad because it's true. You love when I do it."

"Please don't sexualize me while I'm parenting. That's just wrong."

"They're big, like really big. You think they'll stay that way?" Dom asked as he ogled at her breast.

"Sorry, probably not." She said with a quiet snicker.

"How long you trying to breastfeed for?"

"I don't know, a year."

"That works for me." Dom remarked casually leaning back.

"I hate you."

"You can't say shit like that anymore. Our child may just believe you."

"I just don't understand why it always has to come back to that with you."

"I don't understand why it shouldn't."

"Because I'm a human being."

"This is coming from the girl that attacked any time she saw me flex a muscle?"

"That wasn't me. Those were pregnancy hormones." Letty dismissed.

"Sure Let." Dom said with a smirk and proceeded to look down at Alexus. "Damn my kid is cute."

"Yeah, he ain't bad. Right Lexy?" Letty said in a baby voice.

"Don't call him that." Dom said seriously. "He needs a manly nickname."

"He's a baby. It doesn't matter." Letty said smiling at her son as he nodded off to sleep at her breast. She could not wait for the day when she would see him without his breathing apparatus.

"Yes it does. I'll think of something."

"Ima call him whatever I want because he's mine. Are you gonna hold him?" She asked detaching herself from the sleeping baby. Dom nodded and took off his shirt. Letty placed Alexus on Dom's chest when he sat on the reclining chair. The baby instantly curled into a small ball and she placed a sheet over the child. Dom played with the little bits of hair on Alexus' head.

"He's so warm." Dom whispered. "Why put him in an incubator when he can just have me?"

"That body heat ain't no joke." Letty said with an endearing smile. "I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life."

"I feel bad for you because he's taking your spot. I'm sorry. It's over for you." Dom joked.

"I think I'm ok with that because he definitely took yours." Letty said with a quiet laugh.

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