Epilogue

We were finally home. Home. I can't get enough of saying it.

After everything happened that night Dom took me over to the hospital to get me checked. The baby was gonna be alright. If I hadn't of covered my stomach it probably wouldn't have been.

Everything is so unreal now. I see the same familiar things but they seem...strange. Like when you go out on vacation for a couple of weeks then come back home and everything seems different. Except I wasn't on vacation.

It was especially hard to believe everything we've been going through when today everything is so normal. We're having a cookout and Vince is still buggin' Mia. Leon is still getting drunk and Dom...well, perhaps he's the only different one. He's playing with Jr. I think he finally grew up. I thought he grew up when his mom died, but no. He had actually come into a different kind of childhood. But now, he was a man.

Dom and I haven't even thought about arguing. He hasn't laid a hand on me and he can't seem to stop apologizing. But it wasn't only his fault and this made me grow up too. It's funny because I thought I grew up too soon, now I know I grew up too late.

Dom takes the time now to talk to my stomach. It's the cutest thing. You will not believe what the bedtime stories are. Car magazines. Oh God. My kids are going to be corrupt already. My Kids. Plural. Jr. is now an irreplaceable part of our family and I get to be the mom. I never saw this coming.

I'm supposed to be staying off my feet in bed but Dom carries me around everywhere. Today, we laid outside near the ocean. While Junior buried Dom in the sand and we made boobs on him about a foot high!

I've never been this happy in my life.

I just had my baby girl. Dominique Aaliyah Toretto. She was born 8 lbs. and 5 oz.
She looks JUST like her father. Dom. Perfection.

Dom cried when I let him hold her. He actually cried. Miracles happen every second.

I also caught Mia and Leon kissing in the patio yesterday. I wonder how that's gonna sit with Vince.

Vince quit drinking and smoking for three months now. He hasn't even touched one. We're so proud. Oh yeah, and he actually bathes regularly.

And Jesse...You will always be apart of our team. Team Toretto. Oh, and do me a favor and save us front row seats with the car gods will ya? Along with those Bulberic Turbos.

I guess mom really was right all along. "You have to feel the pain before the pleasure. Only then can you truly tell them apart."