A/N: If you guys haven't gone over to tumblr and checked out the 'torettoenterprisesinc' tag, you'll definitely want to; Letty's wedding dress is just... to die for. I couldn't even describe it accurately. I'll actually post a link on my profile on here because everyone HAS to see it!

AND, thanks to the amazingly talented [ paommt ] for her GORGEOUS fanart based on this version of Dom and Letty's wedding. I absolutely LOVE it. This chapter is for you, doll!

Also to the guest who wants longer 'present day' scenes: you got it! Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-One

Present Day

"Wait. You slept with Luke?" Gisele peeled a cucumber slice from her right eye. "You little sneaky slut. How could you not tell me?"

About seven minutes after Gisele excused herself to the spa, Letty had text her best friend and told her to get another robe.

"It wasn't exactly my finest hour. I was almost drunk, I had decided to take a break with Dominic. It just... happened."

"Whatever, my heart is broken. You kept something from me."

Letty rolled her eyes over to Gisele, still managing to keep a steady hand as the manicurist pushed back her cuticles.

"Look, can we talk about something else besides my least proud moment as a human being?"

"Can I ask you how you feel about the whole Sebastian situation?"

Letty sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the vibrating massage chair. "I don't know. I'm beyond furious with the fact that there's a fifty percent chance that my husband has a child that isn't mine. I'm angry that he didn't wrap up his," Letty glanced at the woman doing her nails who was pretending not to be completely enthralled in their conversation, "stuff. Mostly, though, I'm pissed off that I can't really be pissed off because I was the one who left him."

"Regardless, he could have kept it," Gisele quickly looked at Letty's nail technician as well," together for longer than a week."

"Yes, well, so could I." Letty admitted, albeit begrudgingly. The petite blonde woman finally stood from her ottoman at Letty's side and exited the room, leaving the two friends to speak openly.

"What will you do if Sebastian is his?"

"Gi, I have no idea." Letty shook her head, thoughtfully. "I really don't."

"Surely you won't leave him? It was out of his control. He didn't know."

"He'd known for a month that there was a possibility that he had a child out there. And he kept it from me. Also, some things don't add up."

"Such as?"

"The money. I mean, he was really adamant that I stop looking into the missing funds."

"He said he didn't want you to feel some type of way because he was giving money to Elena's charity."

"That's another thing: why did he use company finances to fund the charity?"

Gisele finally removed the remaining cucumber from her left eye and dropped it onto her lap. "Would you rather explain to your wife that the money that you two made together is going towards your ex-girlfriend? Or would you just fund one company with another as if it were a business deal?"

Letty took that explanation into consideration. "Regardless, he kept secrets."

"So did you."

Letty simply nodded. "I did."

"You know what I think?"

"I'm utterly breathless to know." Letty teased.

"I think you two just need to talk. It's all business mergers, finances and sex with you two now. When you guys first met, it was all fiery passion, although most of it was a power play, but I think that works for you guys. A nice, long talk with your husband about everything that needs to be said but isn't being put out there."

"Who died and made you Oprah?" Leticia asked.

"Fuck you, that was my best material." Gisele chuckled. She reached over and tugged a tendril of Letty's hair. "I'm serious, though. Communication is key."

"Oh god. Now you're Dr. Phil. I can't. I'm out of here." The shorter brunette carefully grabbed her Harper's Bazaar and Vogue Italia magazines and handbag.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Away from you."

"Movie night in my room after your dinner with Dominic."

On her way to the spa's locker room, Letty waved her hand to let Gisele know that she'd be there.

The Waldorf Astoria's restaurant held a completely different atmosphere during the evening. With soft jazz playing, and the lights dimmed to accentuate the beauty of every woman in the room, it was no wonder that Dominic's eyes met Leticia's as she sauntered in as if she owned the place. He stood as she approached the table, unable to keep his gaze from lingering on her legs. She knew what they did to him. Damn her.

"Hello, Leticia." He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek as he pulled out the chair for her.

"Dominic." She was surprised, rather pleasantly though, at his lips upon her cheek. Not sure what she was expecting -something along the lines of thunder bolts and lightening- Letty's heart pounded in her chest. Her husband, gosh he was so handsome, was the picture of a true gentleman.

"Wine?"

Vodka, Letty thought. Instead, she gave a small smile and nodded.

Dominic carefully poured her a half-glass of the white wine before setting the bottle back down onto the white tablecloth.

"You look ravishing."

"Thank you. You look beautiful." She complimented.

It wasn't long before they were served the second of five courses while they exchanged pleasantries. Letty's heart was continuously thudding and she was becoming exasperated. She was not so much waiting for him to blow a gasket, but she wanted to talk about the real things. The brunette was taking Gisele's advice; communication. So, it was whilst Dominic spoke of the weather that Letty reached over the table and placed her hand on his.

"Dominic." She breathed. Immediately, he stopped talking.

"I'm sorry." He began. "Not just for the secrets or withholding or... Elena. But for treating you as if you're this fragile being. You're my wife and I shouldn't have kept anything from you. Today, after the four of us talked in the conference room, I had a lot of time to think. I went to the gym and practically died on the treadmill. I just thought about everything. I was wrong. I shouldn't hav-."

"Whoa. Slow down." Letty chuckled. "One thought at a time, my love."

Dominic smiled. It had been quite a while since he'd heard that endearment roll from his wife's lips.

"I thought of a hundred different ways to go about this coversation."

Letty smiled; nervous Dom was among her favorite. "So, which one did you come up with?"

"I'm an idiot." He simply replied. "I kept secrets from you and hurt you. And that was something I promised myself that I'd never do to you."

Their dialogue was interrupted when two busboys cleared their half-touched plates and an extremely attentive waiter replaced them with the third course of their dinner.

"I'm so angry with you, Dominic. And I'm so scared that this boy with turn out to be your son. If he is, what does that mean for us? I don't mean to sound selfish but, where do I fit into that life?"

"What are you saying? Of course you'll fit. You're the love of my life, Leticia." While he tried to keep a firm grasp onto the small ounce of pride he had left, but truth be told, Dominic Toretto was a hair's breadth away from getting on his hands and knees and pleading for Letty to just give it time, to just stick with him.

But he watched as his beloved wife closed her eyes in frustration and inhale deeply. She gave the slightest shake of her head as if she was fighting an internal battle with herself. And the rigidity of her body, Dominic was almost positive that she was telling herself not to run as far and fast as she could; reminding herself that she, too, had skeletons in her closet.

When she saw her husband's eyebrows furrow, she put him out of his misery. "These past two days, I've acted like Santiago, but I am not my father's daughter." Her voice wavered and the index finger on her right hand tapped the table adamantly. Letty's eyelids fluttered as she tried to keep her tears at bay.

"I know that."

"Do you? Or did you keep Sebastian from me because you thought I'd do exactly what he did to my mother?"

Dominic faltered for a moment. "Letty, I know you are nothing like your father."

"Then why did you keep something so... life-altering from me?"

"I am sorry. But I cannot live without you. And I know that prolonging the inevitable only made the situation worse, but the thoughts, the scenarios, that ran through my head when I found out about the possibility that Sebastian could be my son, I panicked. The first thing I thought about was how painful it'd be to see you walking onto the elevator in our home and leaving." He gave a wry, humorless chuckle. "But you left anyway. And I couldn't watch. Why do you think I kept my back turned and head down when you did?"

The brunette took a shaky breath and she glanced down at her plate and then quickly around the restaurant. She'd forgotten where they were; it seemed like that happened a lot when Dom was around. They were always in their own little world.

Would it still be that way if Sebastian really was Dominic's son? Would she always put him on a pedastal? Would he always uplift her and look at her with the reverence that he did now? Or was it possible that she would resent her husband's choices for the rest of her life?

Nothing could be done until they knew for sure if Elena's child was Dom's. And as frustrating and gut-twisting as it may be, Letty was sure that she'd have a lot more thinking to do. So, while they were communicating openly, Letty decided to change the course of the blame.

"I'm sorry that I slept with Luke."

It was Dom's turn to inhale sharply. He sat back in his chair and looked at his wife. "Are you really sorry? I mean, now that you know about my indiscretion with Elena?"

Letty cocked an eyebrow and reached for her glass of wine. "Not as much as I was after it happened. But I'm still sorry. I was-."

"Weak?" Dom asked, amused at his wife's honesty.

"Horny." She shot back and sipped her wine.

The slightest of smirks graced Dom's face. "Yes, well, there was a lot of that going around that evening. It's best we both keep it in our pants these days."

"Agreed."

He, too, pulled his wine glass from the table and tilted it towards his wife in a half-toast before sipping. "I suppose we should eat now, then."

"Dessert sounds more tempting." She replied, pushing the gorgeous chinaware away from her.

"Is that so?"

Letty looked at her husband with a raised eyebrow. "Oh no, Dominic Toretto. You are so far in the doghouse. There won't be any..." she tilted her head from side to side as if considering her next words carefully, "treats for a very long time."

Dom pressed his lips together and nodded slowly. "Fair enough, Mrs. Toretto. Fair enough."

"It's Ortiz-Toretto." She smirked. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have a hot brunette waiting for me in bed."

Dom's jaw dropped. "Who?"

"Gisele."

He visibly relaxed. Oh, guilt looked good on him.

"What are you two planning tonight?"

"Who knows? Perhaps a pillow fight in our unmentionables and then we'll practice kissing. She'll probably accidentally drop ice cream on her cleavage and have to take her bra off." Letty joked.

"That's not funny, Leticia."

Letty stood from the table, depositing her cloth napkin onto her plate. She rounded the table and placed a kiss onto her husband's cheek, pausing to mutter into his ear, "You've brought this upon yourself."

Almost one-and-one-half years ago

"How about Martha's Vineyard?"

"Too old money. And too far."

"Aspen? We can have people stay at the house there."

"Too cold."

Dominic was in the glass-encased shower, running off a list of places where they could possibly get married. Letty was sitting on the toilet, her panties at her knees, peeing.

"Well, what do you suggest, woman?"

Letty shrugged although he couldn't see her. "Maybe we should just elope."

"Have you met my mother?"

"Yes, well, this isn't your mother's wedding now is it?" Letty finished up, flushing the toilet and pulling her panties up.

Dom pushed open the glass door and squinted at her. "You getting cold feet?"

"No, I'm just not huge wedding type of girl. You know that."

"I do." He shut the shower door again and pulled her TRESemmé shampoo from one of the gold-plated shelves, pouring some into his hand. "Maybe we should just go to to Vegas."

"Exactly. Welcome aboard the Letty train!" She chuckled as she pulled her toothbrush from its holder. "Let's go to Vegas tonight and get married."

Dom lathered the shampoo and began to massage it into his nonexistent hair. "Fine. I'll have the jet ready after work."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, woman. What baby wants, baby gets."

Letty wiggled her shoulders and gave a playfully smug grin into the mirror.

"Dominic are you using my shampoo?" She asked suddenly, still scrubbing her teeth.

"No!" He replied like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar as the suds on his head began to build to a ridiculous level.

"I can smell it, liar!"

"Oh, Calgon take me away!" He yelled dramatically. Letty's rich laughter filled the bathroom as she spat foamy paste into the sink.

This was the man she was going to marry in a few hours' time.

The Venetian was a thirty-six-story tower luxury hotel that featured a quarter mile version of the Grand Canal. For a mere three-hundred-and-thirty-nine dollars a night, the five-star public palace made its occupants feel as if they were truly in Italy.

Upon seeing Dominic's glass series American Express black card, the two were immediately checked into a grandiose suite. They were directed by the one of the bellhops to the classiest wedding chapel in Vegas: Chapel of the Flowers.

For a palty one-hundred-and-ninety-five dollars, the chapel provided the bride a red rose presentation, the groom's rose boutonniere, nine candid ceremony photographs, and a live broadcasting video. Dominic wanted more, but Letty was happy with the simplicity of it all. She was the happiest that he'd ever seen her. And he was sure that if she had been forced into a gathering of their friends, family, employees and such, she wouldn't be as content.

And if she was happy, then so was he.

So, that Friday evening, at sunset, they were to be married.

Dominic wined and dined his future wife before treating them to a couple's massage in the privacy of their own suite. He thanked his lucky stars for not only the beautiful woman he was about to marry, but also for the fact that he was able to fly to Vegas on a whim, without a care in the world.

By five-thirty, Dominic was dressed in his three-piece ivory tux. His tie, striped in two shades of gold, matched the pocket square. Gold cufflinks were buffed to shine brightly and he was clean shaven and smelled of his infamous cologne. Standing in the parlor of the wedding chapel, he awaited his bride. Though she wasn't for tradition, Letty had insisted that he head to the chapel before her as it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. He'd rolled his eyes from the opposite side of the bathroom door but agreed.

And now, he stood, anxious to see how beautiful she would look, as always. In all the time he'd known her, Dominic had honestly never seen Letty wear the same thing twice.

"Ahem." Letty cleared her throat, pulling him from his thoughts of her to focus on the real thing. And he was not disappointed. Letty had opted for an ivory, high-waisted pencil skirt that was so snug, he was positive that she wasn't wearing panties. The top was a form-fitting ivory lace bodice and long-sleeved arms that was practically painted on and tucked into her skirt. At her waist was a thin, metal bow cinch with a single pearl in the middle.

He swallowed to bring the moisture back into his mouth. "Jesus."

Letty flushed at his appraisal. "And you look like the devil, himself." She leaned in to "fix" his tie, only to mutter, "Pure temptation on legs."

Dominic cleared his throat and hooked his arm in invitation. "Shall we, my Queen?"

Letty smiled and placed her hand delicately on the crook of his elbow. "We shall."

By seven pm, Letty was riding Dominic in the back their loaner Town Car while he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Up Next: Belated bachelorette party... and test results.

A/N #2: You guys will get to know more about Letty's father soon, I promise. He kind of plays a part in why Letty is the way she is and also why Letty always reminds Letty that "it's Ortiz-Toretto". (: