Alright guys, I saw The Fate of the Furious on Thursday night and again tonight. I've been struggling with the whole concept considering the age of that baby doesn't correlate with the time between the films, which usually represents the real passage of time. The ending was also a little awkward for me. They seemed to have Dom just assume that Letty would be okay with it and that was exactly how she acted. I know Letty would eventually come to terms with it, but I thought there should have been a moment where Dom considered her feelings. So I wrote this piece after seeing the movie again tonight and it may turn into a two or three-shot, I'm not sure yet. Drop a review and let me know what you think!

Lacey

"He finally fell asleep." Dom said to Letty as he entered their bedroom in the New York condo.

Letty muttered something incoherent to him, dropping something into the drawer of the bedside table and quickly closing it.

Dom's eyebrows furrowed, but he decided not to question it. "We should talk." He said, perching himself on the edge of the bed. "Everything happened so fast. I haven't had a chance to ask you how you feel."

Letty's eyes widened at his words. "I, I don't," She stumbled over her words. "I don't really know what to say."

"Just tell me how you feel, Let. Honestly."

Sighing, she dropped her eyes to her lap. "I know it's selfish, but I'm your wife, Dom. I was supposed to give you your first child, your first son." She lifted her head to look at him, her eyes shining with tears, her voice cracking as she said her next words. "It was supposed to be me."

Shifting closer to her, Dom wrapped his arms around his wife and brought her head to his chest. "I'm so sorry, Letty." He whispered to her, his own eyes wet with tears. "I know this isn't how we pictured starting our family, like how we talked about it in Cuba, but we can still have that, Letty. I never imagined having a child with anyone but you. I still want that family we talked about, Letty. That little girl that looks just like you. I hope you still do too."

Lifting her head from his chest, she looked at him in confusion. "Of course, I want that, Dom." Allowing him to wipe her cheeks with his thumbs, she pulled back to better look at him. "This doesn't change that."

Dom nodded as a tear slid down his cheek. "Good. Because I don't want to do this without you."

Grabbing his hands in both of hers, she brought them to her lips. "I'm not going anywhere, Dom. You said it yourself; I've never turned my back on you and I never will." Dropping their hands to her lap, she said, "It's just going to take me some time to get used to this. You already know how to love him. I have to learn that. And I will. I know I will because he's a part of you. I may not be his mother, but I'll be whatever that little boy needs."

"He needs you. You're going to be the only mother he knows, Let."

Looking down at their hands, she ran her thumb over his knuckles. "Yes, but she'll always be his mother, Dom. He needs to know about her."

"And we'll tell him. Together." Dipping his head, he waited for her to meet him halfway.

She leaned forward, meeting his lips in a tender kiss before pulling her hands from his. Opening the drawer on the bedside table, she pulled out a white envelope.

"What's that?" Craning his neck, he just made out his wife's name on the front of the envelope.

"Deckard gave it to me before he left. It was in Brian's crib." She carefully placed it on the bed, titling her head in contemplation.

"Elena?" Dom asked quietly.

Letty only nodded, bringing a hand up to massage the back of her neck.

"Do you want to be alone?"

Letty seemed to struggle with an answer, her eyes never moving from the letters of her name written in Elena's script.

"I'll just be downstairs." Dom decided for her, placing a kiss on her forehead before standing from the bed. "I love you."

"I love you too." She waited until she could no longer hear his footsteps before she picked up the envelope again. Turning it over in her hands, she took a deep breath as she slid her finger under the flap, pulling the single sheet of paper from it. Unfolding it, her eyes scanned over the delicate written words.

Letty,

If you're reading this then that means I'm gone. I have little faith that I will get out of this alive, but the only person that matters is this little boy. I'm so sorry I didn't tell the two of you sooner, but you deserved to have your time together when you came back. I was planning to tell you when you came back from Cuba, but Cipher had already taken us. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now, but I want you to know that I never wanted to come between you and Dom. When he found out that you were alive, I told him to go find you because I know it's what I would have done for my husband. I made Dom promise that he would save our son and I know he will. But I need you to make a promise to me too, Letty. Promise me that you will love my son as if he's your own. I know that this isn't how you expected to become a mother, but my son needs you. If I'm no longer able to be his mother, I would be honored if you would raise my son with Dom and give him the life he deserves. Protect him. Love him. Let him love you back. And when he's old enough, tell him about me and how I left him with the only other woman that could love him as much as I do.

I trust you,

Elena

Letty dropped the letter to the bed, clasping a hand over her mouth as a sob escaped her throat. With tears running down her cheeks, she wept for the mother that little boy lost. She'd once told Elena that she was an amazing woman and that held to be true. Elena had known she wasn't getting away from Cipher alive, but her last thought had been of her son and the only other woman that she trusted to help Dom raise him.

Her.

That little boy was a part of her life now and she owed it to Elena to keep him safe. She could be the mother he needed. The mother he deserved. She'd learned long ago that blood didn't mean everything. He didn't have to be her blood for her to love him.

As she dried her tears and slid the letter back into the envelope, she heard a small cry from the room across the hall. Placing the envelope in the drawer of the bedside table, she stood from the bed and made her way to little Brian's room.

Supporting himself with his small hands on the railing, the little boy stood unsteadily in his crib and peeked up at her as she entered the room. Whimpering, he lifted one of his little hands and reached out to her.

Letty considered calling for Dom, but as Brian continued to reach for her, she found herself approaching him. Placing her hands under his arms, she carefully lifted him out of the crib and into her arms.

Cheeks wet with tears, the little boy immediately relaxed against her, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

Letty rested her cheek against the top of his head, rubbing a soothing hand up and down his back. And in that moment, she knew that she would do anything to protect him. With a single tear running down her cheek, she whispered, "I promise."