A/N: I always enjoy updating this story because of you guys. The response you guys are giving me is just epic! Thank you so much. And some of you guys wanted a Mia and Letty conversation, but I'm saving that until next chapter because it's gonna be a long, deep conversation. (:

Fun fact: did you guys know that the Toretto family is actually supposed to be of Cuban descent, not Italian. Vin Diesel said so in an interview. If you want the link to the interview send me a message here.

Anywhosie, here's...

Part III

Chapter 20: Good News

In the four days following Letty's hospitalization, she was becoming antsy. Wednesday was pretty easy, thanks to the Top Gear marathon on TV.

Thursday consisted of tests, needles, more tests, and more needles. Not exactly Letty's idea of fun, but Dom had surprised her with smuggled in Chinese takeout for dinner. That helped. Sort of.

By Friday, however, her fuse was short and she was getting ready to explode. When Dom had leaned down to give her a good morning kiss, she'd gripped the collar of his t-shirt, roughly. "Get me out of here or I swear to god I will dig a tunnel with a spoon, Shawshank Redemption-style. Got it, baldy?"

"Alright. Alright." Dom agreed, prying her hands from his shirt.

Somehow he'd made it happen after consulting with Dr. Ables. Before she allowed Letty to leave, however, the doctor made Letty promise that she would return to the hospital if she felt as if she were forgetting anything. It wasn't long after that they Letty was wiggling into her favorite pair of black skinny jeans, a tank top and Dr. Marten boots, with Mia's help. The youngest Toretto kept reminding her that two cracked ribs and a twisted ankle would take more than a few days to recover from. But Letty wasn't listening. As long as she was going home to sleep in her own bed, she could care less.

Saturday, Los Angeles, 8:30AM

"Dom! Dom!" Mia yelled. She'd let herself into the guys' apartment with her key, frantically looking for her brother.

"Whoa. Where's the fire?" Dom asked, peeking his head out of the kitchen.

"Letty's getting dressed! When I asked her where she was going, she said 'to work'." Mia replied. She was already pulling Dom's arm back towards the door.

Dom sighed and sat his orange juice on the counter. "Stubborn ass woman."

Back in Mia and Letty's apartment, the Latina was struggling to put her right arm in her t-shirt, wincing every so often.

"This is bullshit." She muttered to herself.

"Ay, woman. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dom pushed opened her bedroom door.

"Getting ready for work."

Dom laughed. "Yeah, that's not happenin'."

"Says who?"

"Me. Dr. Ables. Mia. The list goes on and on."

"Yeah, well, Dr. Ables isn't here. And neither you nor Mia can beat me in a fight. So." Letty shrugged, finally getting her arm into the shirt.

"Why are you so damn stubborn?"

"Look, if I don't work, I don't get paid. I don't paid, I don't make rent." Letty told him. She sat on the foot of her bed.

"You're gonna make rent." Dom replied.

"I don't want handouts."

"Who said anything about a handout?"

"Dom." She sighed.

"Letty." He responded, equally as exasperated. "Just relax. You are the most frustrating person I've ever met."

"Believe me, the feeling is mutual."

Dom paused for a moment. "Are we having an argument?"

Letty gently lie back onto her bed, her feet still resting on the floor and her hair fanning around her head. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "No."

Dom moved to stand in front of her. He leaned down, resting his hands on either side of Letty's head. Looking her in the eyes, Dom smiled. "What can I do to keep you at home? In bed. Resting."

"Stay home with me. In bed. Resting." Letty suggested.

Dom chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I can do that."

Mia & Letty's apartment, 5:31PM

When Mia came home from work, she scanned through her mail as she walked down the hallway to Letty's room.

"Ow, Dom. Don't make me laugh." Letty was saying as Mia walked in. She leaned against the doorway, opening up a bill unaware of the struggle for the remote that was happening right before her eyes.

"Hey, you two."

"Hey, Mia." Letty greeted. She continued with her attempt to pry the thin, black remote from Dominic's grasp, without hurting herself.

"Hey, Mi."

"Are you guys hungry? I could order-." Mia's sentence died in her throat when she looked up from the piece of paper she was reading. "Good grief. Look at this room. I feel like I just walked into a frat house. This is disgusting."

There on the bed was a closed box of pizza with two glass plates sitting atop of it. Two bowls of unfinished cereal and milk sat on Letty's bedside table, along with two glasses; one holding lukewarm, and probably flat, Pepsi. A family-sized bag of sour cream and onion chips sat in Letty's lap, and crumbs were all over the black duvet.

"Relax, Mia. Dom was just about to clean up." Letty explained.

"I was?"

"Work with me, man." Letty rolled her eyes.

Mia scoffed and walked deeper into the room. She cleared the dirty dishes first; taking them to the sink to be rinsed and thrown into the dishwasher at a later time. Next she opened the box of pizza, examining the remaining slice of mushroom with chicken and spinach, before closing it back and heading back to the kitchen to throw it out.

Finally, she grabbed the bag of chips out of Letty's lap and thrust them into the Latina's hands before pushing her brother off of the bed and removing the black duvet, carefully, trying not to spill any crumbs onto the carpet. Mia threw the blanket into the laundry room for washing, grabbed a fresh on out of the hall closet and unfolded it. She spread it out over Letty's bed before pushing Dom back onto the bed and leaving the room, shaking her head.

"You two are pigs. Your children will be piglets." Mia commented on her way out.

"Thanks, Mia!" Letty yelled.

"Whatever." She replied.

"Love you too." Dom shouted.

"Mhm." Mia shot back, failing to stop the grin on her face.

With Dom lying on his side at the foot of the bed, his back was to Letty so he could see the TV. Letty sat with her back propped against the headboard, two fluffy, yet firm pillows behind her. They had been watching, or rather critiquing, a black and white film; Letty's choice, of course.

There were two things that Letty enjoyed about being with Dom. The first was that they didn't always have to be cuddled up and kissing and hugging in order for her to feel the affections and love that he had for her. Just being in the same room with him, she was happy, and so was he. When they were together, they just... were.

The second was that Dominic Toretto was secretly a mashmallow when it came to her. Letty had no interest in watching Some Like It Hot for the umpteenth time, but she'd put it on anyway, assuming he'd change the channel. But he hadn't. In fact, he'd actually gone and grabbed the bag of chips to munch on during the film. Whatever she wanted was good enough for him. If Letty was content, then he was as well.

"Our kids won't be piglets." Dom muttered.

"Oh, god. Am I already pregnant in your head right now?" Letty teased.

Dom turned his head so he could see her face. "No. I'm just saying. Our kids will probably be neat freaks."

"Or worse; they'll actually be... dare I say it?... proper." Almost in unison, they're faces turned up in mock disgust.

"With table manners." Dom added.

"I shudder at the thought." Letty closed her eyes and sighed dramatically.

"Me too." Dom laughed. Letty chuckled, before wincing. She gently placed a hand on her ribs, pressing softly.

"I'm gonna go get you an ice pack."

Letty nodded and he was off.

In the kitchen, Mia was hanging up her cell phone. She slid it on the counter and opened the cabinet below her for a saucepan.

"Do you guys want spaghetti and meatballs or something?" She asked.

"No, we've been grubbin' all day. All Letty needs is a hot bath and then an ice pack."

Mia smiled and turned towards her brother. "Are you gonna give her a foot massage as well?"

"If I didn't know any better, Mia, I'd think you were calling me a pussy."

"So," Mia ignored his comment, "things are becoming pretty hot and heavy between you two. Not like that's new or anything."

Dom pulled the ice pack out of the freezer. He squeezed at the frozen, cobalt blue liquid inside. Turning back to his sister, he squinted his eyes a tad. "Where are you going with this Mia?"

Before the end of Dom's sentence was out of his mouth, Mia was asking, "Where's the ring, Dom?"

"What ring?"

"The ring that you were going to propose to Letty with."

Dom raised his eyebrows. "Mia, we just started... I don't even know what we are right now. I mean, I hope we're dating, but-."

"Dating schmating. You need to start thinking about putting a ring on it, bro." Patting his shoulder, condescendingly, Mia continued, quickly, "I'm just saying, once you two have worked out the rest of your issues, you need to settle down. In the past two years, I've seen you sleep with women who are cheap, tawdry and extremely unattractive. Honestly, bro, I don't know what beer goggles you were looking through at the time, but-."

"Get to your point." Dom growled through clenched teeth.

"Find that ring. Or go buy a new one. And at the right moment, propose to Letty. Hell, for all I care, you can move in here and I can move across the hall with Brian."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You are not co-habitating with O'Connor."

"What's wrong with Brian?"

"Nothing. Except for the fact that you moving in with him would be a constant reminder that my best friend is hitting it with my little sister. As far as I'm concerned, you're still a virgin."

Mia opened her mouth to speak.

"And I don't want to hear otherwise."

"Put a ring on it, Dom." Mia said, wiggling her left ring finger in his face.

"Who's putting a ring on what?" Letty asked, stepping into the kitchen. She smiled, innocently. "I just wanted to see what was going on with my ice pack."

"Uh, piston rings." Mia intercepted the question. "Brian was telling me about fried piston rings on his boss's car."

Letty nodded, understanding.

"Here. Uh, I'm going to go take a shower." Dom said, handing Letty the ice pack and heading out of the kitchen. When they both heard the door shut fully, Mia looked at Letty.

"You shouldn't be hopping down the hall on that ankle."

When Letty didn't respond, opting to simply stare at Mia, the younger brunette looked away, uncomfortable. She knew what the Latina was doing. Throughout the years, Mia had deemed Letty's staring as the "Stare of Truth".

"Letty, don't make me."

"I'm not making you do anything."

"Your eyes are like... piercing my soul right now."

"They are not."

"Are too."

Casually, Letty crossed her arms. "So, Dom was going to propose to me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"When?"

"Letty, I have no idea what you're-."

"Spill, Mia. Now."

Up Next: Mia and Letty have... a girl talk.

A/N #2: Dum dum duuuummmm. Lol. Anyways, I'm off to Miami tomorrow! I hope this will hold you guys over until late Sunday, early Monday. Thank you for the safe travel wishes! You guys are awesome! xoxo -Desi