A/N: Can we talk about how when Letty was 16, Dom was 23? I don't think the writers thought that through when they created Dom and Letty's birthdays in the films.

Part IV

Immaculate Heart of Mary Catholic School, Wednesday, 4:54PM

"Woo! Go Mateo!" Mia yelled from the bleachers. The entire team, sans Rome sat in the first three, rows cheering him on. Letty and Dom wore "Mom" and "Dad" baseball caps with Mateo's name and jersey number on the backs.

"That's my boy!" Dom called when Mateo made yet another goal. A whistle sounded and halftime was called.

"I'm going to run and get him a Gatorade from the cooler. He looks a little tired." Letty told Dom, who nodded in response. Letty hopped down the side of the bleachers. Dom watched her as she walked towards the bench where Mateo's team sat.

"Dom, he looks so good out there." Brian said, taking up residence in Letty's vacant spot. He patted Dom on the back and smiled.

"Thanks, Bri. He's going to be professional one day. I can feel it."

"He'll make us all proud."

"Who's that that Letty's talking to? I don't think I've seen her here before."

Dom found Letty again and his brows raised. Letty gripped Mateo's sports drink in her hands and had a polite smile on her face. She was listening to something that Elena was saying, nodding in agreement. Letty said something and then pointed to Dom. Elena looked over and her cheeks flushed. Dom frowned.

What on Earth could they possibly be talking about? And why was Letty pointing at him?

Elena started up the bleachers towards him while Letty went to give their son his drink.

"Hi." Elena greeted.

"Hey."

She turned to Brian and smiled. "Hi, I'm Elena."

"Sorry." Dom snapped out of his trance. "I'm being rude. This is my brother, Brian. Bri, this is Elena Neves, Mateo's teacher."

Oh, this is gonna be good, thought Brian. Dom looked at him, expectantly.

"That's my cue." He said and left the two of them alone.

"What were you and Letty talking about?"

Elena glanced at the spot where she and Letty were just talking and shook her head. "Uh, you know, just girl talk."

"I'm actually glad you're here. I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out to dinner with me sometime?"

"What time is sometime?"

Dom chuckled. "Fair enough. How about this: Elena, will you go to dinner with me on Saturday at seven?"

"Yes. I'd like that."

They exchanged numbers and when Elena saw Letty was returning, she stood from the seat.

"I'll text you my address this week."

"Nice to see you again, Letty." She said as they passed each other.

The brunette took her seat next to her ex-husband and handed him a bottled water.

"Thanks." He tried to remain silent, but his curiosity got the best of him. "What were you and Elena talking about?"

Letty looked at him, smiled and turned her attention back to the game. "Your son is back on the field, Dom."

Dom's house, Thursday, 8PM

"Listen to me! Do not do this! Letty will cut off your nuts and wear them as earrings." Rome said to Dom. He had one hand on Dom's shoulder and the other holding a Corona. "I'm saving you from an involuntary vasectomy."

"Letty doesn't wear earrings." Dom replied, drinking from his beer.

Matter-of-factly, Roman shot back, "Bro, she will start."

Brian and Tej tried to hide their laughter.

"You should bring her to Yashar." Han said.

"I was actually thinking the same thing. I was gonna call and make a reservation."

"You don't need reservations. What time?"

"I'll pick her up around seven, so we'll probably get there around seven-thirty."

"Noted."

"Be real with us, DT," Tej said, "are you only going on a date because Letty did?"

"Partly, but also because if she wants to move on, then I should too."

"So, if she hadn't went on the date, y'all would've just gotten back together?"

Rome was asking all of the questions that Dom had been asking himself all week. What would he and Letty have done? He always considered them soulmates, destined to be together in any life and in every way. Would they have gotten back together? Would they have simply gone forward in their lives co-parenting Mateo? Living loveless? Sexless?

"I have no clue."

And it was true. He didn't. And he didn't like to think about it. Dom thought Letty was the end for him. Sometimes, when he watched her with Mateo, he still felt it.

But things changed. And so did people.

So, Dom would evolve. He would take this opportunity with Elena to move forward and see where things went. He was nervous as hell. Dom hadn't been on a first date since the first time he and Letty went out, decades ago. He had been nervous then, but Letty made it easy for him. She looked at him like he was some sort of white knight. It had boosted his ego, giving him a little more confidence. Plus, it helped that he'd known her forever.

This date with Elena was different. She didn't know him. She didn't know his good and bad traits. She didn't know that both made him the man that he was. He was about to start all over from scratch. And for the life of him, he couldn't picture life with Elena past this first date. On his first date with Letty, he just knew he'd eventually marry her. Even though she had told him that she didn't believe in marriage. He'd changed her mind. More importantly, he wanted to change her mind because he was so incredibly in love with her.

"It doesn't matter. My money is still on Dom and Letty. True love never dies." Han said.

"That's a fact."

"Can we watch the game now, Oprah and Dr. Phil?" Dom asked Rome and Han.

Yashar, Los Angeles, Saturday, 8:26PM

Elena was laughing at yet another funny story about Mateo. He was what Elena had in common with Dom, so he found himself talking about his son.

"That's hysterical. He really is a character."

"That he is."

"So, I know that your son is funny and brilliant. What about you? What are your talents?"

Dom opened his hands and shrugged. "Mostly, I'm just a family man who likes cars."

"Yeah? What kind of cars?"

"American muscle."

"Favorite car?"

"1979 Dodge Charger."

"Why?"

"It's the car that me and my dad built from the ground up when I was a kid. Nine-hundred horses of Detroit muscle."

"That's amazing." Elena replied, her green eyes sparkling.

There it was. The look. The one that Letty used to give him. The ego-booster. And it was different coming from another woman.

"What about you?"

"Whatever time I'm not spending on lesson planning, I'm at the gym."

"Did you always want to be a teacher?"

"I was actually a cop in Brazil before I moved to the States."

"Really?" He was genuinely surprised. "What made you switch careers?"

"I think in my mind it was all about a fresh start. I didn't want anything from my past following me here."

"So, were you running from something or to something?"

"A little bit of both." She smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "But that's a story for our second date."

Dom grinned. "So there's going to be a second date?"

Elena's expression matched his own. "If you play your cards right."

When dessert came, Dom suddenly found himself laughing more with Elena and thinking less of Letty. Reluctantly,they finished dessert, Dom paid the bill and they left the restaurant.

He drove her home, and walked her to her front door.

"Thank you for tonight. It was much needed." Elena told him.

"Likewise."

She put her hands on his shoulders, stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"Goodnight, Elena."

"Goodnight, Dom."

DT's Auto Garage, Saturday, 2:22PM

"How do I know it's right?" Mateo asked his father.

"You'll feel it. Once the bolt is tightened, turn the cap and you'll feel the resistance."

Mateo turned the bolt until it was as tight as it would be. "Like this?"

"Perfect. Couldn't have done it better myself."

Mateo beamed. He liked working on cars with his dad. They weren't his first passion like everyone else in their family, but cars ran a close second to soccer. Spending time at the garage with his dad made Mateo feel cool. He looked up to his dad, and in his eyes, there was no one cooler.

"Hey, I wanna talk to you about something, kid."

He leaned against the hood of the car and Mateo mimicked him. Dom grinned.

"So, your teacher, Miss Neves," he began, "you like her, right?"

"Yeah, she's nice. Why?"

"So, I took her out on a date, and we had fun. Would you mind if I took her out on another date and if she was around a little more?"

"What do you mean around?"

"If maybe she came to my apartment sometimes or your games."

"Sure." Mateo shrugged, but he looked down at the monkey wrench beside him and toyed with it.

"Tell me what's on your mind."

"Do you want to marry her?"

Dom chuckled. "No. We just went on one date. I'm not sure what the future holds for us. We can only live our lives a quarter mile at a time. It's important to live in the moment, to be present and appreciative of what we have now."

Mateo nodded in understanding. "Got it, Dad."

"Besides, your mother was the only wife I've ever wanted."

Mateo smiled. "So how come you're not still married?"

"I honestly still don't know, kid."

"Grown ups are weird."

Dom laughed. "Yes we are."

"Mom's birthday is next week. Aunt Mia is throwing her a surprise party."

"Really? She didn't say anything to me about it."

Mateo shrugged again and turned back to the car. Dom frowned. What was that all about? Why wouldn't Mia tell him about the party? Was he not invited? Had Letty told Mia not to invite him?

Mia and Brian's, Sunday, 3:01PM

The weekly Sunday barbecue was, as always, the staple of the week. After church, the neighborhood headed over to the house that Mia and Dom had grown up in. Brian, now the man of the house, stood at the grill next to Tej. Dom, now in his more comfortable street clothes, headed into the kitchen, to find Mia putting the finishing touches on her potato salad.

"I have a bone to pick with you."

"Do you?"

"Yeah. Why didn't I get an invite to Letty's party?"

"Shh!" Mia said, looking around, making sure the woman in question wasn't around.

Dom repeated his inquiry, this time, as a whisper.

Mia went back to her salad, "I thought you two were spending less time together."

"It's my wife's birthday." He spat.

"Ex-wife," she reminded him, "and I don't like your tone."

Dom huffed. "Sorry. This shit just isn't fair."

"Life isn't fair." Mia opened the drawer beside her hip and pulled out aluminum foil. "Besides, I didn't know how you and Owen would get along."

"He's invited? The man she's known for two seconds? And I'm not? The father of her child?" He was furious. And honestly, Mia was the closest person to take that anger out on. "That's bullshit, Mia. Everyone around here is walking on eggshells. It's tiring."

"You know? It's a shame you haven't asked yourself why everyone is walking on eggshells. You and Letty make every event awkward with your constant nitpicking and pent up sexual tension. Then you two decide that you're going to spend less time around each other, and we're all trying to be understanding. You and Letty just need to get your shit together. Either kiss and make up or stay away from each other. You can't have it both ways."

"Why not?"

"If you have to ask that, you're not the man I thought you were."

She was right. It was a slap in the face, but it was a true wake up call. Years ago, after her accident, Letty didn't remember him, but he never pushed her. He never tried to force her to remember that they were soulmates. He believed that, with time, her memories would come back and they would continue where they left off. Dom had truly believed that even if they didn't keep going, or if Letty never regained her memories, he would still be happy just having her back in his life.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She'd asked.

"You can't tell someone they love you." He'd replied.

Now he didn't know what he believed. He wanted so desperately to once again believe that he would be happy just having her in his world, but sometimes it didn't feel like it was enough. His bed was cold. His apartment was less homey. And on the days when she was around and he'd get a whiff of her dark hair and hear her boisterous laughter, his heart physically ached that he couldn't reach out and touch her.

But then, he would remember that she made her choice. She had been the one to bring up divorce. Just when Dom had been so damned close to taking Mia's advice about marriage counseling.

Flashback, three years ago

"Can we just get on the same page for once?" Letty yelled.

He'd once again undermined her as a parent and let Mateo have friends over to play video games, despite him being grounded. Mateo had lost a game three days prior and took his anger out on his mom. Letty was having none of it.

Dom, thinking the punishment was a bit harsh for a nine-year-old who was usually a pretty good kid, defied her grounding.

"Letty, he's a good kid."

"Who did something wrong!"

"We all make mistakes, Letty. He needs to be taught how to manage his anger and disappointment."

"And learn that his actions have consequences."

"We said we wouldn't be like your parents, punishing him for every indiscretion."

"Dom, he was disrespectful and disobedient. That's not a small indiscretion. If he'd done it to you, it would be a much bigger deal."

"That's not true."

"It is. He'd be grounded for a month, instead of a week."

Dom sighed, conceding, "Fine. I'm sorry."

"Sorry for the lack of respect for me as his mother or sorry for just not caring, period."

This was their fifth argument in a week. Dom was tired. Letty was exhausted.

Dom just shook his head. This was too much. When he'd pictured their life together, he didn't know it'd be like this.

"If you don't respect me, how am I supposed to respect you?" She asked him.

"I respect you, Letty."

"You don't. You wouldn't keep doing this if you did."

"So what do you want to do? How do we move forward?" He was thinking family therapy or marriage counseling. But then…

"Maybe we don't. Maybe we should start thinking about a separation."

Dom felt his jaw drop and his heart break.

End of flashback