�It�s not like that Dom.� Brian defended himself.

�You can shut the fuck up, no one was talking to you.�

�Stop Dom.�

�I can�t believe you would take the side of a cop, who lied about being a cop so he could get in your pants, over your own damn brother.�

Mia looked like someone had slapped her.  She hadn�t told Dom they had been together, so she could only come to one conclusion.  She looked over at me standing in the doorway with a betrayed look.  I knew I didn�t tell him, but she must have assumed I did.  �I didn�t tell him Mia, I swear.�

�No, she didn�t tell me.  I overheard you and the cop here talking about it before we found out what he was.  At the time it didn�t bother me so much, I mean besides the fact that you�re my sister, but now it just infuriates me.�  He shot a death look at Brian.

�Well how bout I make you even more mad?� She said.  She took in a deep breath, and I knew what she was going to say.  She had told me the night before.  �I�m pregnant.�  She looked poignantly at Brian and repeated herself.  �I�m pregnant.�

*Hold on
Hold on to yourself
You know that only time will tell*


The garage exploded with the sound of Dom yelling.  �You�re what?!?�  He screamed.  �How the fuck could you be so stupid?!?�

Mia looked like she was going to cry, and believe me, she did, but for a moment she held it in, faced her seemingly unfeeling brother and spat in his face.  Then she lifted her head up, and said.  �Don�t you ever call me stupid Dominic Toretto, you know better.�  Then she broke down.  She ran to me and buried her face in my shoulder, which was hard because I�m smaller than her.  I assisted her into the office, and sat her in the office chair.  I came back to shut the door, and found the garage empty except for Dom who was standing still as stone, and Brian who was walking towards the office. 

�You�re not seeing her.� I told him.

�Letty, I just want a minute.�

�You can have a minute, tomorrow when she�s calmed down.� And with that, I shut the door in his face and returned to aid my bawling friend as she had once helped me, one night in Mexico that felt like it was years before.
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