#raceswar

     she has no idea what to do-- let alone think. last she heard, her husband had business with old friends, but now those friends are sitting in her living room telling her he’s... well, katherine doesn’t even want to think about that. with a small child bouncing on her hip, she grabs her cell phone and quickly dials dom’s number... he should pick up. he better pick up & explain to her what the fuck is going on because she’s not about to lose her husband over some shit he didn’t need to be involved in in the first place.                         

                                        ❝ dominic toretto what the fuck do you think you’re doing? ❞

(^: <333

        ❝ you try workin’ a double with a growing baby in your belly. and yes i am fully aware you tried talkin’ me out of it, but we need more money and i’m not about to let you take on the full weight of this household. ❞ she whines at the press of his lips to her neck, but makes no move to push him away; she’s fully relaxed laying there, and has no plans to move for the foreseeable future. ❝ can we get takeout for dinner? ❞

     “ okay so... and you can say no if you want -- but YES would be the better answer. but, dom? can you teach me how to drive stick?? ”

i’m on my way.

     slipping her heels off at the front door, mia walked into the bedroom exhausted & ready for sleep. — dom had been acting a bit distant towards her the passed week, but the brunette figured it was probably just work related. he often chose not to talk about it, no matter how hard mia pressed for him to open up.

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