This was requested by Dom-Letty. I don't usually touch on stories that include children, but I hope that you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, or the name of the club.

"What are you—oi!" There was a slapping sound and a hiss of pain.

"Seriously?" There was a gruff voice this time, compared to the feminine one that spoke first. "We're thirty-five years old; why are we sneaking out of our own home?"

"Speak for yourself, grandpa," the husky feminine voice was back. "Thirty-three years young over here."

"And looking as damn good as you did when you were sixteen," the mans voice held innuendo that earnt a snort from his female companion.

"It sounds just a little creepy you saying that, being old and all," the woman replied before stubbing her toe. "Ow, God!"

"Ssh!" He hissed at her.

"Since when are we garden gnome people? Those fuckers hurt," she growled.

"I think they're cute—they make us look domesticated and shit."

"Dom," the girl said as they reached the footpath and were suddenly able to see properly, given the streetlights. "Domesticated is not a word I like to associate myself with." He grinned and leaned in, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her into his side.

"I think it works for you, Mrs Leticia Toretto," Dominic Toretto told her, pressing his lips to her ear and biting softly at her lobe. "I like coming home from work and seeing you in the kitchen, all red and hot from cooking dinner. Or when you're the doing the washing after the kids are in bed, so you're folding my clothes in just you're panties—"

"You gonna be okay, man? You're getting all feisty and we haven't even reached the club yet," Letty teased him, elbowing him in the side lightly.

"Babe, I'm always okay," he replied, shooting her his infamous lazy smirk as they walked down the street. They were only a couple of blocks over from town, and it didn't take long before the streets were busier and even more well lit, from late night restaurants and bars. The two blended in well with the late night crowds—Dom in a pair of nice jeans and a tight fitting white tee-shirt and Letty in a pair of denim mini-shorts and a silver halter neck that clung to her curves and flat stomach. They reached a stairway which winded it's way downstairs. There was a man who took their door fee and stamped their hands, before letting them pass.

"Wanna buy me a drink, stud?" Letty asked teasingly as they entered the crowded, smoky club.

"I'll buy you two if you promise me the first dance."

"Ooh, ouch!"

"Oh my god, shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Are you serious? You make more noise than Uncle Leon when he looses on Xbox."

"If dad catches us he'll ban us from the garage for a month."

"You're kidding, right? If mum catches us, she'll bury us in the backyard!"

"Just be quiet!"

The two approached the bottom of the stairs and peered down the hallway. All the lights were out and the house was dead silent. Andie Toretto looked across at her twin brother, Rhys Toretto, and nodded once. They snuck down the hall toward the front door, and opened it, both of them wearing identical expressions of horror when the hinges squeaked loudly. Their heads both snapped down the hall to their parents bathroom, but there was no movement and no sound. They breathed out a sigh of relief and stepped outside, into the cold night air.

"You know you look stupid, right?" Rhys muttered, looking sideways at his sister.

"You smell weird," Andie shot back.

"Whatever," Rhys rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. They walked quickly down the street, looking over their shoulder intermittently as they hurried. The seventeen year olds reached town and lost themselves in the crowds and finally slowed down.

"We did it!" Andie bumped her hip against her brothers, grinning excitedly.

"Yeah, yeah, calm down," Rhys said, but he was grinning just like her. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a tight, black tee-shirt, looking exactly like a mini-me of his father. Andie was dressed in a mini dress that she had smuggled into her house, borrowed from one of her friends. If her dad ever saw her dressed like that, he would chain her to her bed frame and never leave her house. By the time their mother was their age, she was already pregnant with the two of them, and while both parents assured them that they were the most important things that had ever happened to them, they would kick their asses into the next century if either of them became parents before they were twenty-five.

And wearing clothes like she was, and sneaking out with fake ID's on a Saturday night, was something that their father liked to call a 'stepping stone'.

"These better work," Andie chewed down on the corner of her lower lip. "Do you think they would call mum and dad if they don't?"

"Uh," Rhys' step faltered as though the thought was just occurring to him. "I don't...I don't think so. They'll probably just tell us we can't get in."

"Yeah, probably," Andie didn't sound particularly certain of that.

"Anyway, they'll work," he tried to assure her. "Uncle Jesse told us they would." They reached Alibi, a club that was re-known through their school for being pretty lax with checking ID, but it was also apparently a really good club. They went down the steps and pulled out the fake ID's that Jesse Lomas had given them, telling them if they were ever caught by their parents they had to lie out their asses because they would skin him alive if they knew he had supplied them.

"ID's," the bouncer grunted as they reached the bottom of the stairs. They pulled them out and handed them over, trying to appear calm. He double checked the licences and their faces, shrugged, and then handed them back, stepping aside to let them in.

"Holy shit," Andie muttered, keeping her voice low as they walked down the darkened hallway, trying to look as though they knew what they were doing. But when they got to the end of the hallway and walked through the doorway of the club they both stopped short, eyes wide.

"Fuck," Rhys whistled through his teeth, his eyes flicking from woman to woman, a smirk crossing his face as he took in the boobs and ass that was on display.

"You're pathetic," Andie rolled her eyes.

"Think we can get a drink?" Rhys asked, looking over to the bar. Andie pursed her lips and then nodded quickly. They sidled up to the bar, squeezing between a couple of woman and Rhys held up his hand to flag down the bar tender. A woman came over, looking between the two of them with a raised eyebrow.

"You two been ID'd?" They held up their stamped hands. She looked a little disbelieving, but shrugged. "What do you want?"

"Two Corona's."

"Right," the woman spun around to get two bottles out of the fridge. She snapped the lids off and slid them over the counter, holding out her hand for money. Rhys pulled out a couple of notes and she raised an eyebrow expectantly. He handed over another note and she nodded, turning to serve someone else.

"Shit," Rhys muttered as he turned around and took a long drink from his beer bottle. "I thought that Uncle Leon was kidding when he said it must cost a hundred bucks to get a girl into bed when he goes out."

"How do you know he didn't mean a hooker?" Andie snorted as she drank from his own beer.

"Coz Uncle Leon's got game," Rhys shot back.

"No, Uncle Leon has a sweet ride that those racer skanks get all wet over," she replied.

"Mum would smack you over the head if she heard you say that," her twin smirked. Andie groaned as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Can we not talk about mum or dad?" She whined. "I feel like if we say their names too many times they're all of a sudden gonna appear."

"Yeah, they have a way of doing that," Rhys agreed, his expression suddenly somber. He took another quick drink from his bottle and then nodded over to a railing that looked over the dance floor. "Wanna check it out?" He asked. "I wanna find some hot chick to dance with." Andie snorted again, in a very unladylike manner that was almost exactly the same as her mothers.

"As if any of these girls would look twice at you," she smirked. Rhys punched her on the arm and lead the way over to the railing, bracing his forearms on the metal as he looked down. The dance floor was packed, and Andie's eyes almost popped out of her head as she took in the scene below her. It was like she had always imagined—like the music videos. There was a DJ booth, and smoke machines, and people were dancing in such a dirty way that some of them almost looked as though they were having sex. The only thing that stopped Andie from knowing that they were was because they were wearing clothes. She moved a little closer to her brother, feeling a bit overwhelmed suddenly by the atmosphere.

She was glad that her brother was there with her.

"That guy's hot," Andie nodded over to where a tall man was standing with a few of his friends on the outskirts of the dance floor. Rhys crinkled up his nose and shook his head.

"He looks about ten years older than you!"

"I can dream, man," Andie muttered.

"As if any of them would go near you with a ten foot pole," Rhys smirked at his sister. She rolled her eyes and drank more from her beer, her eyes skimming over the a few more men who were dancing. She looked across at Rhys, throwing her dark hair over her shoulder as she followed her brothers gaze.

"Yeah, right," she quickly told him. "For one, those chicks all look like blonde slags. Two, they would never go for you." Rhys grunted something under his breath but didn't reply anything intelligible. They stayed where they were, drinking from their beer, Andie swinging her hips a little to the beat of the music. The whole thing was exactly how they thought it would be, and it was exciting. "Wait," Andie straightened up and tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes as she zeroed in on one dancing couple. "You are kidding me."

"What?" Rhys asked.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed, rubbing her hands over her eyes and then looking back down at the dance floor.

"What?!" Rhys repeated, sounding impatient. Andie bit down on her lower lip and shook her head.

"You know how we said that they would appear if we said their names three times?"

"Who—mum and dad?" His expression was confused.

"Yup," Andie replied, popping the 'p' in her word. Realization showed in Rhys' eyes and he looked back down at the dance floor, panicked. "Right...There," Andie found what she was looking for and pointed. Rhys followed his sisters fingers and his eyes widened even impossibly more.

Dom and Letty—mum and dad.

In the middle of the dancefloor.

Doing what everyone else was doing...Dancing dirty.

"That is something I never wanted to see in my life—ever," Rhys squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

"I can't believe they just went out without telling us!" Andie exclaimed, unable to look away from her parents.

They weren't exactly the typical parents.

Letty fell pregnant with the twins when she was sixteen and Dom was eighteen, and they were born just a few months after Letty turned seventeen. Their parents had did an amazing job raising them, and they had always been surrounded by family that loved them—multiple aunties and uncles. But their parents had never hid things from them. They tried not to swear around them for a long time, but by the time they were fourteen, Rhys and Andie realized just what potty mouths their parents had. They knew both parents had police records—most of them for illegal street races but some of it for petty theft. They were pretty relaxed with things, letting them stay out late on weekends, not asking too many questions about their friends, and not grilling them when they went out drinking. But in return, they expected full disclosure on their childrens behalf as well.

That, and no getting knocked up, or no getting anyone knocked up, in Rhys' case.

So it really shouldn't be too surprising to see them dancing in the middle of a crowded night club, completely lost in their own worlds.

Letty was shaking her ass against Dom's groin and he was gripping her hips. They fit in so perfectly with the whole scene, and they had this presence that made people respect their boundaries and actually allow them a bit of room despite the crowded floor. She spun around and looped her arms around his neck, and then they were kissing.

Like full on, tongue on tongue, kissing.

"Oh, gross!" Rhys winced and Andie grimaced.

"We need to go," Andie grabbed her brothers arm.

"Yeah, I know," Rhys finished his bottle of beer and put it down on one of the low tables. "Let's bounce."

"Shit, Let," Dom laughed as he supported the weight of his wife. "You don't handle alcohol the way you used too." Letty made a face, clearly trying to give him a dead-panned expression but then giggling. Dom reached in and pressed a kiss to her cheek as he unlocked the front door and hauled her inside.

"I want to check on the kids," Letty tottered toward the front door.

"I don't think that's the best idea," Dom tried to grab her hand but she snatched it away and shook her head at him.

"You just want to get me into bed," she teased him as she gripped the handrail and started up the stairs.

"Fuck yes, I want you to get into bed," Dom agreed, a smirk on his face. "You know that your dancing always turns me on."

"I just want to check the kids first," she repeated. Dom sighed and followed her up the stairs, making sure to stay close behind her as she swayed slightly with each step she took. She went into the first room, Andies. Their daughter was fast asleep, her arms buried under her pillow and her head tucked into the crook of her elbow, just like she had always slept. Letty smiled and smoothed her hand through her hair before walking out of the room and across the hall to her sons.

Rhys was a much more messy sleeper, a lot like her. His legs spread out and tangled in the sheets, his arms splayed out above his head. Letty smiled again and reached down to kiss him on the cheek. As she pulled back, his lips parted and he let out a heavy breath and she frowned at the smell of beer. Her eyes scanned over her son, stopping when they reached his hand, which had a stamp.

A club stamp.

Specifically the club that her and Dom had just been at.

"Dom," she hissed. He poked his head in and raised an eyebrow. "They were at the club."

"What?" He hissed back, his eyes narrowing.

"They were at the fucking club," she repeated.

"How?" Dom shook his head. Letty looked around the room, dropping to her knees to pick up the jeans that were crumbled in a pile on the floor. She rummaged through the pockets and found his wallet, flipping it open. A moment later, she pulled out a licence with the name Carter Manning. She showed it to Dom and they both rolled their eyes and smiled a little.

"Uncle Jesse."

Now, two things that have made me get the feels over the past week. Went to the beach for a long weekend with a couple of my girls, which was awesome. Admittedly, we only actually went down to the beach once and spent the rest of it drinking wine and eating pizza and watching Geordie Shore and Ex On The Beach marathons, but it was perfect. The second thing is the song Haunt by Bastille. Oh my GOD. That song just makes me ache every time I hear it! It's so perfect, I just get the shivers.