THE ROAD IS LONG
Here we go. Chapter 14...sorry it's taken me forever to get out. I needed inspiring again and after penning a few one-shots I'm finally back in the business. I really enjoyed writing this one. Had to stop myself from laughing out loud at 2:00am. It just kinda…wrote itself if you know what I mean. Hopefully it's worth that wait. Right, Happy Reading and get ready for a bit of a giggle. Gem Xxx Chapter 14: The Letty Power Stance. For a brief, beautiful moment, Mia stretched out, basking in the warmth and comfort of her bed somewhere halfway between sleep and awakening. Slowly, though, as she woke from her slumber, the bitterness of reality reared it's ugly head and with it came the overwhelming nausea that had taken root in the pit of her stomach over the past few mornings, like a coiled snake waiting until she least expected it to strike with all it's venom and potency. She tried desperately to ignore it, hoping in vain that the overpowering desire to vomit up her innards would subside with a few deep breaths. It didn't, however, seeming to only make matters worse until Mia could bare it no longer, tossing back her covers and springing from the small, creaking single bead, dashing at a speed that would have made Dom proud, to the bathroom Frankie, who had just finished her shower, barely had a chance to scramble from the way as her father's youngest cousin tore past and into the steam filled room that she had just vacated, already retching uncontrollably. "You okay, Mia?" Frankie queried tentatively, hair dripping wet and leaving a watery trail of raindrops along the wooden flooring behind her. Mia heaved again, clasping onto the rim of the toilet so hard that she thought the porcelain might shatter. She managed a quick nod and to croak out "morning sickness" before the entirety of the previous night's pasta spewed forth from her mouth, the acid of her stomach making her throat burn and her eyes fill with tears. Frankie watched wide-eyed with a mixture of horror and morbid fascination until she noticed the trails of pale upset that streaked from Mia's eyes. At that point she began to panic, taking a few steps towards Mia before reversing and moving towards the stairs repeatedly and at a frantic pace. "Uh…um…Don't move!" she gushed finally, waving her hands at the older girl in a gesture that was meant to reinforce her words. "I-I'll go and get Donni!" she announced, beating a hasty retreat and leaving Mia to barf herself inside out. -00000- Letty glanced up from where she sat leaning back in her seat, her elbows resting gently against the wooden chair arms, legs stretched out beneath the table and crossed at the ankles. Both she and Donni glanced up from where they sat, semi-recumbent and chattering, at the sound of someone thundering down the stairs and bursting into view. Frankie skidded slightly, tripping over a pair of her father's work boots and then glanced up, her face pale as if she had seen a ghost and strewn with water-glossed, jet black waves of hair that flew around her shoulders like some form of demented dreadlocks. "Hey, Bambina. Sleep well?" Donni smiled, still chuckling at the conversation that she and Letty had been sharing and cocking her head in curiosity at her niece. "You! You got me kicked outta bed, this morning!" Letty growled with a mock-scowl before grinning wide and nodding her head at the teenager. "S'up, Kiddo?" Frankie remained silent for a long moment until both of the older women sat up straight, considering her fully. "Mia's being sick." she stated finally, waving her arms in the vague direction of the bathroom and then swallowing hard, a look of distaste plain on her pretty face. "I think it's morning sickness." she paused and shuddered, drawing her shoulders up to her ears tightly. "It's gross! I'm never getting pregnant! Ever!" Letty and Donni shot each other wide eyed stares before bursting into laughter and evoking the ire of the sixteen year old who stood impatiently in front of them, hands fixed firmly on her hips. "That's a good thing, Frank." Donni sniggered and Frankie scowled harder, growling at their childishness. "Your Dad will be really pleased to hear you say that." "Come on, you two! Are you just gonna sit there?" she sighed impatiently. "Mia's really upset about it. I think she's crying." That got them moving and almost before she had finished speaking, the two raven hair women had sprung from their places like a pair of panthers and were dashing up the stairs towards the bathroom with Frankie hot on their heels. -00000- What seemed an eternity later, Mia dimly made out the thumping of three pairs of footsteps hurrying along the creaking floorboards in her direction and Letty and Donni were beside her almost before she had registered the noise that they were making. "It's okay, Mia." Letty soothed, pulling the younger girl's long, sleep-trussed hair away from her face and the toilet, securing it into a messy topknot with the hair band that was keeping her own unruly locks from running rampant about her face. "Just let it all out, Bambina." Donni added rubbing her palm tenderly up and down Mia's hunched back. "Don't fight it, let it go." She brushed her tears aside and did as her cousin instructed her, giving a slight jerk of her head in affirmation before she was doubled over the rim again. "I hate…this!" she managed to gasp between heaves as her stomach flipped again. "I feel…like…shit!" Letty chuckled softly and gave her shoulder a squeeze in response from where she sat perched on the side of the bath. "Girl, you look like shit!" That made Mia smile and then laugh as she sat back, having finally stopped emitting the contents of her body, resting her back against the side of the bath, alongside Letty, closing her eyes and leaning her head backwards. Donni closed the toilet lid and flushed then moving to supply a glass of water for Mia to swill out her mouth and sitting down on the shut toilet seat. She glanced over at her cousin, sat spent and exhausted on the hard wooden floor and snorted gently. "This gonna be a regular occurrence then, I take it." she stated more than asked and Mia nodded her heavy head as Letty tucked a sweaty lock of her behind her ear, fondly. "'Fraid so, Don." Mia sighed, taking a deep draught from the glass of water in her hands. "Sorry. I should be okay once I get used to everything. It's just with the move and everything, I-" She was interrupted by and loud banging on the wall that ran between the bathroom and Dom and Letty's bedroom, turning all four sets of eyes to it as bits of plaster and dust sprinkled down in a light shower. "Mia! Letty! You gonna keep it down!" Dom's voice was sleep contorted and loud though it was muffled slightly by the separating wall. "It's seven o'clock in the fucking morning!" They shared open mouth looks of disbelief, horror and, in Letty's case complete and utter fury. It was Letty who broke the silence first, standing in a swift, fluid motion and heading for the door. "Right!" she growled, dangerously and Mia flashed Donni and Frankie and amused glance. "This is always the fun part." she announced in a whisper as Letty marched from the small bathroom and they shuffled to the door, poking theirs heads around into the landing and facing the direction of the up and coming 'battle'. "Dom'll never know what's hit him!" -00000- Dom squinted into the growing brightness of his room and waited. Silence. Beautiful, untainted silence. He grinned to himself before resting his head back down onto Letty's pillow, breathing in her scent as he lay face down and sprawled across their bed. Suddenly and without warning the bedroom door swung open so hard and fast that it smashed into the wall and dinted the plaster making it shatter. "Dominic Fucking Toretto!" Letty bawled, stalking towards him and Dom cringed, squeezing his eyes shut tighter, almost praying that he was dreaming. Please let it be a dream! Please let it be a dream! Please let- The stinging slap that caught him full throttle across the back of his bald head was more than enough proof that he was, unfortunately, awake…and he was about to get an ear bashing. "Jesus Christ!" he snarled, pushing himself up onto his knees with one hand, while the other moved to cup his raw scalp. "What the hell was that for!" one of his eyes closed of it's own accord due to the pain and he fixed the other on Letty's incensed face as she stood beside him, hands planted firmly on her hips. Uh-oh. The 'Letty Power Stance'. He was in deep shit. Bottomless shit. Fathomless shit. Unimaginable amounts of- "Fucking Hell!" he roared as Letty cuffed him again, this time harder and managing to catch his ear, making it throb and glow an angry crimson as blood rushed to the injury. He scooted out of her reach to the other side of the bed and glared at her as if she was a woman possessed. She was a woman possessed! "What the hell was that for!" he demanded a second time and cringed when Letty raised her hand, ready to strike again. Shit! He thought. Dominic Toretto, bad-assed ex-convict, King of the Streets, flinching from a girl! And not just any girl, his girlfriend no less! He focused back onto her, her nostrils flaring, teeth gritted together and bared slightly, hair wild and streaming about her shoulders. Hell, if he hadn't been so afraid of her at that moment in time, he'd have jumped her! "You are an asshole!" she snarled finally, jabbing a finger in his direction. "While you we're in here lazing around like a no-good lout, yelling your orders a people just so you can lay about some more, your sister, your pregnant, baby sister has been chugging her guts up and scared half to death about it!" she paused to take in a desperate breath and scowl at Dom's shocked face. "Letty, I-" he attempted to apologise but Letty wasn't about to allow him such any easy escape. "Don't even bother, Dom! It's all sorted now. Mia doesn't even need you fucking help or sympathy anymore, so you can just go back to what's most important to you." she smiled falsely and spoke with sarcasm dripping from her every syllable. "Your fucking self!" With that she spun on her heel and stormed from the room, slamming the door closed on the way out and causing more plaster to fall from the ceiling like a snowdrift. Dom sat, mouth open, one hand still cradling his head and the other his ear, for one of the only times in his 24 years, stunned into a gormless silence. "Right…" he muttered slowly to himself. "That went well…" -00000- Dommy's in trouble! Dommy's in trouble! Hahaha! Well, he did deserve it…
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