Thanks for the reviews. Nikki- Erica is Ricky's girlfriend. And Tony and Brianna are in college, so they don't have much time off. But I'm gonna write them in the last few chapters. Thanks for the review chica!

Chapter 67-Baby Names and Therapy Pains

Letty's POV

I woke to the sounds of someone crying. I turned over without opening my eyes, hoping it was just a dream. The sniffles continued as the bed vibrated. Finally, I opened my eyes. Much to my surprise, it wasn't Dominic lying next to me. It was Elijah. He was stuffed under the comforters, his curly hair sticking out, but was cuddled next to my body. I glanced out the window to guess the time. It was still dark, but the shades of pink, red, and orange were visible over the trees.

I lifted the comforters and crawled underneathe with Elijah. His hands covered his face and his body shook. I grabbed his hands and placed them to his side.

"What's wrong Bruno?" I whispered, my voice still hoarse from sleep.

"There's a monster in my room! It almost got Casey, but Daddy saved her," he whispered as loud as he could, his hands flying back to his face. I frowned, curious to know more about the monster.

"Baby, Uncle Leon is at home, not in your room," I joked, moving his hands from his face again. "What did the monster look like?" I asked, lying on my back next to him.

"He was big! He was green and slimy and had BIG red eyes!" he exaggerated, waving his hands wildy.

"Yeah? What was he doing?" I asked him, rolling onto my side. This wasn't the first time this particular monster had visited the twins. Leon and Jesse even built a trap to catch the monster, but it didn't work.

"He was rocking back and forth, like this," Eli inpersonated the monster, frailing his small body every-which-way.

"Yeah? What'd he do after that?"

"He crawled onto the wall and was drooling everywhere! I tried to wake Casey up, but she didn't. He jumped down onto the bed, but then Daddy came in!" he yelled, his eyes growing with every word he spoke.

"And she's okay now?" I asked, pulling the covers from over our heads.

"Yep, Daddy's sleeping in bed with her," he said as I tossed a protective arm over his small body, his back to my belly.

"Good. Go back to sleep," I said, shutting my eyes again.

Hours later, I was being woken up again. Rather by laughter, not sobs. Dom, take those damn kids outside! I yelled to myself. I flung my eyes open, trying to let the adjust to the beaming light shining through the window. I rolled onto my back and groaned. I needed a shower.

I stood from the bed and retreived some clothing from the dresser. I went to the adjoining bathroom and shut the door behind me. I stripped myself naked, tossing my clothes in the laundry basket. I looked in the mirror.

"You're getting old," I told myself in the mirror. Sure, I still looked like the same pissed-off, street racing Latina. But I had matured.

My hair was longer, it now reaching my lower back. My chocolate brown eyes that used to hold so much pent up anger and hate for the world was now a lighter brown. They held love for humanity and my family. They showed a sense of fulfillment and happiness that I hadn't had since before the heists.

My skin was still a mocha creme color, but my body was more toned and built. Sure, I lost my tight, well-defined stomach thanks to my unborn child, but even my protruding belly held muscle and strength. My arms were long and slender. I flexed in front of the mirror. "You still got it," I told myself, looking at my growing bicep.

I ran my over my face as I turned on the shower. The steaming water sprewed from the hose down into the tub. I stepped in, immediately feeling the water clean my previously grody body. I felt my back pains and stress flow down onto my thighs, down my back, over my feet, and into the drain.

After another twenty minutes, I turned the water off. I wrapped a towel around my body and grabbed my clothes from the floor. I made my way back to the room, only to find Dom sitting on the edge of the bed on the phone. I mouthed a 'who's that?' to him, but he only waved me off. Frustrated, an evil smirk crossed my face. I walked by Dom, dropping my towel in the process. I ripped the towel wrapped around my head and lunged it at the floor. I crossed to the mirror and began doing my makeup. In the mirror, I could see Dominic gulking over my body as he asbent-mindedly listened to the other person on the phone. He muttered a couple 'huh's and 'yeah's all while still staring at my nude body.

I completed my makeup, which consisted of black eyeliner, a little mascara and some clear lip gloss. I sauntered back over to the bed as Dom got off the phone.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a husky, rough tone. I looked at him, his eyes hungry and lustful.

"Oh now you notice me," I mumbled sarcastically, slipping my baggy jeans over my lace thong. "I'm getting dressed, Captain Obvious."

"I realize that, but why?" he asked, walking up behind me. He wrapped his large, warm hands around my waist, placing them on my belly. He laced my neck with kisses that would make any woman melt.

"Back off horn dog, we've already scarred the twins enough," I couldn't forget the smug look on CJ's face the day her and Eli walked in on Dom and I on the kitchen table.

"The doors locked," he whispered, one of his hands kneading my breast softly. I resisted the urge to moan as I pushed him off.

"Yeah, well so is mine," I replied sardonically, slipping my red tank top over my head. Dom huffed in frustration and flopped down on the bed. "Who were you talking to?" I asked, blowing-drying my hair.

"I called around to see if I could get a few hands. Harry called the construction headquarters and they agreed to give us a hand with the stuff. We need to go pick it up about three," Dom said, glancing at his watch. "The kids are having breakfast. I'm gonna run and gather the boys," Dom stood, shoving his cell into his pocket. He walked by and kissed my cheek, his smell lingering on my face.

I smiled at the thought of the beach house. Every year until Mr. Toretto passed away us six would always go to the beach house uptown. It was so beautiful. We shared so many memories in that house. We met Hector at a party we threw there, I had my first Corona there, I lost my virginity there, and I fell in love there. The beach house was so was refreshing and calming. Being that close to the ocean felt good. The ocean breeze and warm waters during the day; the summer chill and house parties during the night. It would be a different experience going there now, but it wouldn't be any thing short of perfect, I know that.

After a while, I was finally done in the room. I jogged downstairs to join my children at the breakfast table. When I got there, CJ was sprawled on the couch, while Eli was still at the table.

"What's takin' so long, Bruno?" I asked, ruffling his hair as I walked by. I grabbed me a bowl of cereal, making myself comfortable at a seat next to him.

"Can we go to the garage today, Mommy?" he asked me, ignoring my initial question. He seemed to light up at the thought of the garage.

"I don't know baby. Daddy and your uncles have a lot to do today. If anything, we'll open up the store," I answered.

He nodded in response. He looked disappointed. CJ entered the kitchen as I dumped both mine and Elijah's plates.

"Sit down. I wanna talk to you two," I said, pointing to the other chair. I washed the bowls and spoons quickly and returned to the table.

"So you know we're having a boy, but we haven't thought of a name yet. I figured since Dom named you Eli and I named Case, we thought it'd be cool to let you two name your baby brother," the twins lit up at the sound of their brother. I loved him already. Elijah was always in his room, putting together a basket of toys he'd pass down to his younger sibling.

"How cool!" Elijah chimed, his big, brown eyes widening. I looked at Casey, who only wore a smug. The same smug smile I wore back in the day when I was impressed with something. She rarely showed emotion and when she did, it was about cars. She was too much like me.

"Whaddaya think?" I asked her, returning the smirk. I created that smirk, you can't beat me with it!

"Sweet," was all she said. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ooh! How 'bout Larry?!" Elijah exclaimed, his back straightening in the seat.

"How 'bout no," I said under my breath, "Um, think about something else Bruno," I smiled sweetly at him. His brows formed a straight line and his nose scrunched up. He had the same thinking face as his father.

"What about Benjamin?" CJ finally spoke up after ten minutes of silence. My heart warmed at the name.

"I like that Casey," I said to her, holding my fist out to her. She bumped my knuckles with her, grinning afterward.

"Alright, big guy. Middle name," I spoke to Eli, leaning back in my chair. Knowing him, he'd probably say Larry again.

After a few minutes of silence, he smiled brightly. "Diego," his voice was almost inaudible. "How about Diego?" he repeated, his eyes hopeful.

My heart nearly melted at the name. It was beautiful. Benjamin Diego Toretto. It was beautiful.

"I love it Eli. It's great. It's official. This little bundle of joy will be Benjamin Diego Toretto," I looked down at my bell and rubbed it.

"You guys get washed up and meet me out in the car. We're gonna go Aunt Sasha," I said, kissing them both on the cheek.

Vince's POV

Fuck, I don't want to do this, I thought to myself. I was sitting in a large gym-like room alone. Physical therapy began today. I had to go through months of it for my arm after the heists, and it was no cakewalk. Now, I have to go through the same agonizing pain for my legs.

"Mr. Palmeriti, hello. I'm the resident physical therapy instructor, Thomas Colby. You can just call me Colby, everyone else does," he replied, his personality loud and bubbly. He reminded me of a male Mia.

"I'm Vince," I replied gruffly.

"Hi Vince!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hands together as he walked near me. I'm not a fucking child! I wanted to yell at him. "Okay, so I hear that you had a pretty rough accident. Well I'm glad that you're okay, as far as living goes. But we want to get you up and walking again," he rambled, helping me from the wheelchair to the sitting seat. "Now what I'm gonna do might hurt and I apologize. I just want to see how far you've come," he said, his eyes already regretful.

Colby kneeled in front of me, causing me to immediately tense. I guess he caught my body language and smiled.

"Trust me Vince, ten years of marriage guarantees that you're not my type," he showed his marriage band. I couldn't help but smirk.

Colby grabbed my left leg to begin with. He squeezed from my mid-thigh down to my ankle and back up. The pain hurt like hell, but I held in a yelp. He did the same thing to my right leg, this time, receiving a kick to a not-so-pleasant area.

"Doc, I'm so-" I started to apologize. A part of me wanted to laugh, but another part understood that he didn't feel good to be kicked there.

"It's fine," he coughed all while holding his 'sunshine'. "Let's just continue," he said, now standing to the side of my legs.

Colby stretched my legs upward and held it for a few seconds. He told me to tell him when it began to hurt. I was able to keep both legs in the arm for a forty-five seconds before they started to ache. I asked for a five minute break as I tried to get my legs awake my self. I sat back in the chair and lifted both of my legs in the air my self. I took deep breaths as I paddled my legs in the air.

"Looks like someone wants out of the hospital," Colby said, looking over his shoulder at me.

"You have no idea," I muttered as I continued paddling my feet.

Thirty minutes later and it was approaching the end of the class. I had to go through the last and most difficult task of the session; walking across the room. My legs were already loosened up and they didn't hurt as bad. But a part of me was panicking. I didn't know if I could make it all the way over there by myself.

"Now you need to focus Vince. I don't want you to rush, there's no time limit. You take your time, okay?" Colby spoke softly, as if his normal deep voice would affect my legs.

I swallowed hard and nodded. I wiped the beads of sweat from my brow and wiped it on my hospital PJ's, along with the sweat from my clammy hands. I inhaled deep in my nose and exhaled long out of my mouth. You can do this Vincent, I said to myself.

With all the strength that I had, I moved my right foot forward. I took another deep breath, my left foot following. I continued that process, stopping ever-so-often to breathe or complain. I made it about six percent of the way when I decided I couldn't go any further.

"Well done, Vince. From the way you did today, I say you'll be out of here in three or four days," Colby said, looking down at his clipboard.

He helped me back in my chair and wheeled me up to my room. Senia was already in my room, changing my bedsheets.

"Vince will be out of here in no time. He's a fighter. I admire that," Dr. Colby said to her, patting my shoulder.

"I think he likes you," Senia teased, receiving a fluffed pillow to the stomach.

No POV

Dom and the boys pulled up to the construction headquarters. It looked like a regular construction site; wood was fralled everywhere, metal pipes and wires were slung all over the ground, and the yellow hats and lime green shirts could be seen a mile alway.

Dom parked the Denali pick up, followed by the red truck that Brian drove for Harry. Leon borrowed a large F-150 from a friend at the fire department. They talked to the head person in charge, and within fifteen minutes, equipment was being loaded onto the back of all the trucks. All three trucks were loaded materials and was ready to be shipped to the beach. Jesse and Rome followed in their smaller cars.

About a half hour of driving, and the boys were back to their old solstice...the beach house. The parked their cars near the house and jumped out. Jesse and Leon lifted their glasses on the top of their head at the same time.

"This place is a dump," Dom muttered, looking up at the old house.

It looked like it came straight out of a scary movie. There were cobbwebs and dust everywhere. Their was graffiti painted on the sides and front porch of the wooden home. The small roof looked as if it would cave in at any second. Leon walked around the side of the house, the place where he used to sneak and smoke cigarettes. Mr. Toretto banned them in his house, and Leon didn't want to disappoint him, even miles away. The side window was busted and it reeked something horrid on that side of the house.

"You want our girls to stay in here? I don't think so," Rome said, his protective tone present.

"Guess we'll have to get this one cleaned up first. Wanna start now?" Dom asked, his face questioning.

"The big guy wouldn't want us to start without him," Jesse said, flopping down on the hood of his Jetta.

"We aren't starting without him. We're the only ones who knows this place looks like this. We'll fix it up before he gets out, that way, he can help us build the new one," Brian suggested, folding his arms over his chest. The boys nodded and agreed, all except Dom.

"C'mon dawg, the girls can't live in this shithole," Leon cooed, momentarily removing his toothpick.

"I thought that thing was permanently attached to your lip," Rome joked, causing the boys to laugh.

"Hardy har har," Leon laughed sarcastically, flipping Rome the finger.

"Alright, let's do it. Every day, after work, we come here. Don't tell the ladies if you can avoid it," Dom agreed, taking the hook off his truck. The rope kept everything tucked neatly on the back of his truck.

"Gosh, this is exciting!" Jesse squealed, jumping up and down.

"Jesse, dawg. You're acting like a thirteen year old girl. Calm down," Leon joked, patting his brother on the shoulder.

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There it is. The next chapter will be on fixing up the old beach house. Read&reviews ladies.

-Kita