Again, thanks for kicking it out with me. Here's the final chapter in his story...

Warning: Long finale, may not be that great.

Chapter 70-The End of the Road

No POV

Three long months later, on a cool July night, the house was up and running. The three-story, shale-colored house consisted of eight bedrooms-two on the first floor, three on the second, and three on the third. The house had many luxuries, including a balcony overlooking the ocean, a large wrap around porch, and kitchen wide enough to hold them all, and some.

Tonight was the christening party for the new beach house. The Team had attended a street race back home and spread the news that they were having a huge beach party, inviting the whole racing scene, which was about sixty percent of southern LA. Never turning down a party, the beach was packed with party-goers, some familiar faces, some not so familiar.

Over in the old beach house, Jayden and Chrystal were having their own separate party, which included Crawford and their teenage friends from the reform school. Vince watched closely over the house, making sure none of the teen boys brought anything illegal into the house. Most of the teenagers invited from the race scene partied at the old beach house, while the old friends partied in the new house.

Fresh beers were open, rock and roll music was bumping threw the speakers, and bodies were grinding everywhere; this was the old life they missed. Partying with friends, having a good time, no trouble. The life they used to live. Over the past few months, they were gradually climbing back to the top of the world. Life was stable, money was good and clean, and love was as beautiful as the sunset. Things couldn't get better for the team. Or so they thought.

"Yo brother, this is one rocking party! The house turned out nice dawg!" a drunken Leon screamed to Dom over the music for the fifth time that night.

"Yeah, bro, I got it the first time," Dom smirked, tossing his arm around Le's shoulder. They were talking to Hector about the new crews around town.

"Dominic, you sure you shouldn't go watch the girls? I don't trust those boys," Mia started, her motherly persona kicking in.

"Mia, they are fine, girl. You 'ow Crawford won't let anything happen to 'em. He's too terrified of Vin'sh to let that happen. Plus, V's watchin' 'em," Leon slurred out, pointing with his Corona to the house.

"Um, think again Le," Mia wore the same smirk as Dom as she pointed out the window to Vince, who was doing shots with two of his friends. He was obviously drunk.

"Oh well, it's a party!" Dom cheered, chugging back the rest of his beer.

While watching over the children, Rome couldn't help but notice the now distorted face of his friend and 'sister', Letty. Sitting down his beer, he walked over to her lawn chair and sat next to her.

"Aye li'l Latina mami, you okay? You look a little...hurt," Rome asked, checking over her body. He caught glance under her chair, noticing as water and blood spewd down her legs and into the sand. He looked back up at her face, his heart racing. Tears were trickling down her face and she looked pale.

"Get Dom," were her last words before blacking out.

"DOMINIC!!" Rome roared over the music, scaring the hell out of a few passer-byers. A few men ran to his aide, while a few other ran to retrieve Toretto. Dom bolted out to the beach in lightening speed, dropping to his knees next to his wife.

"Letty, baby, wake up," he smacked a face a few times, only to receive nothing. Mia appeared at her side and checked her pulse, her face paled looking into Dom's eyes.

"We need to get her to a hospital quick Dom. If she's not there in less than fifteen minutes, we'll lose them both," Mia spoke, unusually calm. She would normally be freaking out, crying hysterically and running wild. Yet, she was calm and helpful, trying not to lose control of the situation.

As Dom lifted Letty into his arms effortlessly, he was bombarded by the children and other family members. He dared not look into the face of his children or Sasha, fearing he'd lose the little faith he had left if he stared into those chocoalte eyes. Eyes they shared with his wife, who at the moment, showed no signs of life.

"What's wrong with her?! Dom, is she okay?!" Sasha yelled as Jesse tried to hold her back. Dom ignored her and continued to rush her to his car. He climbed into the back of the Denali with Letty on his lap. He tossed his keys to Roman, ordering him to drive. Meanwhile, Dom pulled out his cell and called the hospital.

"911, what's your emergency?" the clerk answered.

"My wife, she's bleeding. She's unconscious," Dom spoke, his voice deathly calm and low.

"Sir, what seems to be the problem? Where is she bleeding from?"

"She's pregnant. She's due anyday. There's blood everywhere. Help me please," Dom spoke, oblivious to the tears fogging his vision. He kept smoothing her hair back, hoping to coo her back to life. He continued feeding information to the clerk, unable to realize that they were already pulling up to the hospital. He hung up the phone and kicked down the tailgate to the truck, sliding his body along with Letty's off the truck.

They rushed into the hospital as everyone else was pulling into the parking lot. Dom hesitantly handed Letty over to the doctors, who loaded her onto a bed. He followed for as long as they'd let him, holding her hand the way. He didn't speak, but he prayed repeatedly in his mind for her and his son to be okay.

"Sir, that's far enough. We'll come and inform you on her condition," one of the doctor's said. Dom wanted to restrain, to fight to be with his wife when she needed him. But he knew that if he did, they'd kick him out and he wouldn't be allowed back in. Instead, he only nod and flopped down in a nearby chair.

-x-

A little while later, Dom was awaken by the sound of footsteps coming near him. Forcing his eyes open, he looked up to see who was approaching. Sighing, his heart dropped to see that it was only Sasha.

"Wow, you look disappointed," she said, feeling a bit down at his reaction. Her face was puffy and she looked as if she could break down at any given second.

"Sorry. Any word on her?" he asked as she took a seat next to him, looping her arm with his. She shook her head, turning it towards the door. "How could this happen to her? To us? Things were finally looking up, and then, bam! This shit happens," he spoke, his voice full of pain and anguish.

"I know what you mean. But all we can do now is pray. It's all in God's hands whether she and our little man comes out alright," Sasha reminded him, rubbing his arm soothingly. He dropped his head on the wall behind him as she placed her head on his shoulder, both souls falling fast asleep.

Dom opened his eyes one last time, happy to see the rest of the family was gathered outside the room. Sasha was still asleep at his side. Her eyebrows were creased and she looked worried, yet, peaceful. As he tried to sit up, the double-doors opened. The doctor came out, blood smeared all over his white coat. Receiving the gruesome looks from the children and the angry look from Dom, he snatched it from his body immediately, tossing it back through the doors.

"How are they?" was the first thing to come from everyone's mouths.

The doctor pulled down his face mask and a discreet smile crept onto his face.

"Come see for yourself," the doctor nodded towards the room, passing a small smile to the rest of the family.

They all stood, following the short doctor through the double-doors. Dom felt a delicate hand slip into his, giving it a tough squeeze. Without looking down, he knew it was Sasha. He returned the gesture, holding the hand firmly in his. As they turned a corner, laughter could be heard coming from a distance. Dom's heart melted; it was Letty's laughter. He quickened his pace, anxious to be by her side. The laughter was closing in and he could barely keep his feet on the ground. He wanted to sprint to the room. Sasha noticed his anxiety, for she squeezed his hand to keep him calm. Dom looked over at her, only giving a curt smile.

The room was finally coming into view, the voices and laughter filled the air quickly. Turning one last corner, the family was greeted with the most beautiful sight any of them had laid their eyes on before. There she was; her hair tangled over her head, makeup ruined, and a small bundle staring back at the door. Those chocolate brown eyes could break even the toughest man. Even Dominic.

"Hey everyone. This here is Benjamin Diego Toretto. Born July 18th, 11:26 p.m., he is eight pounds, seven ounces," Letty spoke softly, removing Benjamin's small toboggin, rubbing her head softly over his curly, brown hair. "He sure was anxious to get out of there," she joked lightly, tugging his hat back on. She looked back at the door, noticing that the family hadn't moved for the spot they were in. "Well, don't just stand there. Come in. Dom, come see our baby boy," Letty smiled at Dom, her chocolate pools matching Benjamin's.

The family didn't waste any time, all charging into the room. Benjamin was bombarded with kisses as he was passed from person to person. Dom walked to be next to Letty, allowing everyone their time with the newborn. Dominic grabbed Letty's hand, placing butterfly kissed along the inside of her wrist and her palm.

"I was so worried about you Letty. I thought I lost you. Both of you," Dom spoke, his voice shaky and low. Letty smiled, her eyes watering. She placed both of her hands on his face, rubbing her thumbs over his chiseled cheekbones.

"Dom, you'll never lose me. I don't know what happened a few hours ago, but we're all here now. Doctor's said it was just the stress that caused me to go into labor. I lost a lot of blood, but I'm alright. I'll just have to rest for a while," she said, sitting back in her bed. Dom only nodded, not wanting to think of what life would be like without Letty around.

"I should've been there. When he was born, I should've been with you," Dom said, more to himself than to her. Letty put her finger under his chin, lifting his face to hers.

'You're here now, that's all that matters. We're all here," Letty spoke, kissing Dom's forehead. He nodded again, finally setting his eyes on his newborn son. His eyes lit up at the small bundle, who was being held by his aunt Mia. Mia noticed the way Dom was staring so lovingly at his son, and knew what she had to do.

"Let's head out everyone. We have to open tomorrow and we're all gonna be dead tired," she spoke, walking carefully to her brother. "This is for you," she smiled, carefully handing Benjamin to Dom. Dom kissed Mia's cheek, which had been drenched in tears.

While everyone was saying their goodbyes to Letty, Dom carried Benjamin out the room, wanting to have a little privacy with him. Finding an empty waiting room, Dom took a seat in the colorful room. He crossed his legs, staring at his son. Those almond-shaped chocolate eyes, his small nose and round face. Dom looked down at Benjamin's hands; they were tiny, but fat.

"Benjamin Diego, my little boy," Dom spoke in his baritone voice. "You look just like your mother. And your aunt Mia. She's crazy about you," Dom laughed, remembering Mia's giddy behavior throughout the whole nine months. "You have a big family now, Benny. Trust me, things will get hectic from time to time. But anytime you feel like giving up, you come to me. Daddy's gonna take care of you. Anything you need, don't be afraid to ask alright? And if I'm not there or I'm being a jerk, you go straight to one of your uncles, you got that? I might work a lot, but it's only because I want you to have everything you want and need. I want that for us all," Dom could feel the tears pricking at his eyes. He had no idea he would be this emotional upon holding his newborn child. Of course, he was overwelmed with emotional when the twins were born, but now he was grown up. He was settling down on the shop and the store and he had more time to cater to his family.

"Don't tell Mommy I was crying okay? Keep that between us guys," Dom smiled as he stood from the chair. He exited the room, making his way back to Letty's room. Upon entering, he noticed that the twins were still there, both curled up under Letty's arms sleeping.

"Vince said to call him later," she whispered, trying not to wake the children. Dom nodded and placed the sleeping baby in the nearby crib. He took CJ from the bed and curled her up in his arms, taking a seat in a chair next to the bed. She immediately wrapped her arms around her father's waist.

"I love you Leticia," Dom muttered, staring up at her with grace.

"I love you Dominic," Letty responded, shutting her eyes, her slumber overcoming her.

-x-

At the Palmeriti-Rodriguez home, Vince and Sasha were lying in bed, their son resting on Vince's chest. Vince was comforting Sasha, for she was still a little shaken from her sister's pregnancy scare. Everyone knew how much Sasha loved her sister. They shared a bond deeper than Dom and Mia.

"You alright mami?" Vince asked, rubbing his fingertips along her bare arms.

"I'm okay. We're all okay. What about the future though Vince? You know we aren't gonna be around forever. What will happen to the kids when we all..." she hesitated to say the word. She didn't want to think about what would happen with the children after they all passed away.

"Don't say that Sasha. Nobody's going anywhere, anytime soon. We have been through a lot over the decades huh?"

"We really have Vince. I don't want Desmond or Jessi or any of the other kids to go through what we went through. Our lives were rough for too long," Sasha spoke, cuddling closer to Vince. She was scared for the future.

"Yeah, but the kids will have it better than we will. None of them will have to work, what with all the cash we saved up over the years. I just hope they make better choices than we did. Especially the girls, Chrys and Jay will have to look over them when we can't."

"V, baby, they do that now. The girls love the kids. I just hope they don't get all boy crazy and end up pregnant before they turn eighteen," Sasha joked, feeling the vibration from Vince's chuckle in her chest.

"Daddy, Mommy?" Desmond's sleepy voice called out, quieting the adults.

"Yeah bud?" Vince asked, lifting Dez up to face them.

"Sleepy," he said, struggling to keep his eyes open. Vince chuckled again, lying the boy back down on his bare chest.

"Alright bud, we're going to sleep," he whispered, giving Dez a kiss on the top of his head.

SO MANY YEARS LATER...

After he pulled on his favorite jeans, he grabbed his gray mesh top and slipped it over his head, ruffling his shaggy hair momentarily. He slipped on his checkered Vans and grabbed his baseball cap from his dresser. He grabbed his car keys and jogged up the stairs.

"You ready D?" Twenty year old Jessi asked, jogging up the stairs behind him. She had on tight jeans and a plain black tank top and a black and white stripped beanie over her dark hair.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Where's everyone else?" Nineteen year old Desmond asked, flopping down on the sofa.

"Angel! CJ! Hurry up," she yelled, taking a seat next to him.

"We're coming!" CJ, 25, yelled, jumping down the last few stairs. She wore a mid-thigh leather skirt and a red spaghetti strapped top. "Where's everyone else?" Angel, 26, asked, fixing her low-riding jeans. She had a Chinese, silky top to match it.

"The went to get more beer for the party. They should be coming now," Jessi replied, picking up the Playstation 2 controller. Desmond picked up the other, challenging her in their latest video game fetish.

Just as she finished speaking, several high-grade engines pulled up to the small house. The door burst open, revealing several boys, hands full of Corona. Eli, wearing khakis and a white tank, held a case of Corona. Diego, wore a white wifebeater over his tanned, built body and slightly baggy jeans. Jerry wore an all beige Dickies outfit.

"Are Jay and Chrys coming?" Diego asked, walking back into the living room. Jayden and Chrystal always went to the races with them, but they spent the majority of time at work. Jayden worked as a guidance counselor at an orphanage home. Chrystal owned many clubs all over California.

"No, Jay can't get out tonight and Chrys has another opening in Fresco," Desmond answered.

"Go put that in the fridge so we can go please. I don't want to be late again," Angel yelled, walking out of the house. The rest of the Team followed, lining up on the lawn.

Brothers Elijah, 25, and Diego, 18, walked to their cars. Elijah owned a metallic black '76 Mercury Cougar, Diego inherited the old Charger that was passed down to him from his brother. He jazzed it up, making it his own. It was painted a candy green with a sabertooth tiger painted on both sides.

Their older sister, CJ, slid into her blood red '73 Mazda Rx-3 Savanna. Angel's prized possession, her baby blue '06 Saleen S281 3-Valve, was still in the shop, so she rode with CJ. Jeremiah got in his royal purple '94 Toyota Camry coupe.

They backed out of the driveway, allowing the last two babies of the bunch to get to their cars. Jessi climbed into her white and green '98 Volkswagen Golf.

Desmond finally got to his car, one he and his father built. It was the car of his dreams; a midnight blue '04 Audi TT Quatro Roadster (A/N:refer to chapter one). Dez and Vince built the car during his senior year, making it faster and more durable than it previously was. This was his first time taking it out and he was excited.

Parked on the curb was Javier, 27, in his yellow-gold BMW E30 M3.

In their cars, everyone lined up in the 'V' formation passed down from their parents, along with the team and the house. Elijah was at the head; Diego and CJ behind them; Jerry and Javier behind them; and Jessi and Desmond behind them.

Each of the cars had their parents' name on it and 'Team Toretto' sketched under it.

They drove to the usual street race congregation area, the warehouses. The crowd parted as the cheered on Team Toretto. They all got out, the ladies running for Diego and Elijah. CJ rolled her eyes at her brothers as she walked over to the man who held the races, known as Junior.

"Lookie here, finally got the babies to come out and play with the big boys," Eddy, Edwin's only son, said, walking over to the Team.

Desmond glared at Eddy and stood his ground by his car. The rest of the Team, minus Javier, who was manning the scanners, sat around watching. Angel stood by Jessi, glancing at her cousins momentarily. She knew they all had temperamental attitudes and could snap at any second.

"Junior, looks like my baby cousin wants in a race," CJ said, waving Desmond over. Fixing his cap, Dez walked over to the others.

"What you putting up, baby boy?" Junior asked, smirking at Desmond.

"4G buy in. Winner takes all," Dez said, standing his ground with the cocky Latino.

"You gotta take that up with King," Junior said, glancing over at the boys, who were still being swamped with girls.

CJ and Jessi both sighed and walked over to the boys.

"Okay skanks, get lost," Jessi growled, bouncing on the heels of her feet.

The girls ignored her, continuing to try to coo the boys in taking them home tonight.

"What are you stupid AND deaf?! Get the hell out of here," CJ yelled, watching the rats scatter.

"Casey, why you gotta do that for? I was just about to get her number!" Eli yelled, walking over to the team.

"Shut up stupid," CJ mumbled, pushing her other brother along. "Dezzy wants to race," she said, filling them in on what they missed.

Elijah was the King of the Streets, honorably taking the name from his father. He hadn't lost a race yet, and didn't plan on losing any time soon. He trusted his cousins, knowing they wouldn't lose either. They were the best team like the preceding Torettos had been. Desmond was the only one who hadn't raced out on the streets, and Eli knew he was itching to do so.

"Hell yeah baby Cuz, it's about time you get out there," Elijah said, giving him a slap on the back.

"Then it's settled. 4G buy in, we need more racers," Junior said, taking Desmond's money.

Other racers bought in: Eddy, a Japanese racer, Sung, one of Junior's boys, Kelly, and Desmond, representing Team Toretto.

After the buy in, everyone drove to the finish line, awaiting the start of the race.

In the Audi, Desmond wished like hell his parents had been there to watch his first race. He knew his Pop would be proud of him. Both Sasha and Vince lived in the beach house with the rest of the family, and lost their passion for racing as they grew older. They passed down everything to their children, including the house where it all began, the Team that dominated the race world, and the legacy that made them famous.

"READY!" Junior yelled.

Desmond revved his engine, going into deep concentration.

"SET!" Junior yelled again.

A smile crept on Desmond's face as he stared ahead, the focused glint in his eyes changing into a playful rage.

"GO!" Junior yelled, dropping his hands.

"The Coyote's back!" Desmond yelled in his car as he sped off the line.

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There's the end. Thanks for riding it out with me. There were a few bumps and bruises along the way, but we made it. Thanks for everyone who reviewed and read the story. It's appreciated dearly. I'll be writing plenty more TFATF fanfics, so hopefully I get the same reaction on those. Thanks again.

-Kita