This is such a filler chapter, I'm very sorry. I just feel as though this one isn't my best work or very interesting but I hope you guys enjoy it either way.

I know exactly where I want this story to go but this chapter was just needed before the big stuff comes so I promise the next chapter is a lot bigger. But unfortunately there is only a few chapters left for this :( But this is when it gets slightly exciting.

Letty hadn't been so relieved to go to bed for as long as she could remember. It had felt like forever since she had had a full night sleep, even though it was in fact only last night. She had Dom right next to her then, so it was easy. But despite that missing piece of her, she had a feeling that she wouldn't have any problems falling asleep that night.

She was exhausted; her body was weighing her down close to painfully.

Their bedroom hadn't been touched. Letty thought she had felt relief when she saw Mia's face brighten with a smile and then they fell into each other's arms, but that feeling was nothing compared to walking through the door to the bedroom she had grown up sharing with Dom.

She breathed in deeply, releasing it all with the heaviness on her shoulders. She shed her t-shirt, letting it fall to her ankles on the floor carelessly as she crossed the room to the dresser on the right-hand side. Her gaze ran along the small objects scattered across it, not taking in the fact she had now pulled out a white wife-beater that was several sizes too big and definitely not hers and she also hadn't noticed the faint smile on her lips. She mindlessly pulled Dom's top on over her head, un-tucking her hair from the material and letting it drag down her back. Her hands had tucked under something else but she only noticed it after she'd released them both and felt the cool metal against her chest. Her gaze fell down and she pulled the chain out from under the material.

"Fuck," the Latina muttered at the reminder, her hand closed around the cross that dangled round her neck.

"Will this do?" She giggled at Dom's words, catching the familiar piece of jewellery and then catching his eye and that smirk of his.

Letty closed her eyes tightly, sighing in frustration at the emptiness she felt from that memory now.

"No ring, huh?" Letty's voice was full of teasing as Dom's hand fond hers, their fingers linking together perfectly as they walked along the beach of the Dominican Republic.

Dominic Toretto couldn't keep a straight face as he muttered out his apology. "Admittedly, I could have put more planning into it." Letty giggled faintly, a sound Dom would never be used to. It was rare of her; everyone was so used to her hearty laugh or her sexy smirk or her resting moody face. But he was the only person who got that girly giggle from her.

She spun on her tip-toes to swing in front of him, causing him to stop walking, looking down at her with a look of awe. It was inevitable, though. His girl, who he was so used to watching work on cars in grease stained vest tops and ripped jeans, stood before him with flowers in her hair in a white gown. He was breathless.

"I don't care," she insisted with a shake of her head and a wide grin. He reached for the piece of silver that now dangled from her neck and turned it over in his hand. "I've wanted to steal this from you for years now," she spoke, innocence dripping from her tone. He shot her a look with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, really?" He chuckled lowly, releasing it and letting it fall back against her chest. "It looks a lot better on you, anyway."

His arms met hers, running his fingertips along her bare skin and pulling her body towards his own. Letty grasped the material of his top lightly, grinning up at him as their eyes stayed completely locked. Their attention was pulled away from each other when they felt the sudden rush of coldness at their feet; the ocean had reached them now and the water soaked over their bare feet and caught the end of Letty's dress.

"No," Dom dragged the word out in defeat as he looked down at the now wet material as he heard his wife laugh lightly. She took a step back from him and then a step back from the water, pulling up the dress slightly. Dom watched her carefully, his eyes widening slightly as the girl pulled her dress up over her entire body, shedding it completely and abandoning it on the sand just behind her. "What are you doing?" He asked and Letty could practically hear the grin in his voice, and sure enough, when her gaze found him again, there was the grin standing proud on his face as she now stood before him in her underwear. She took a small step to him, her fingertips toying with the hem of the clothing hiding his chest from her.

"Skinny dipping," She whispered, mischievousness clouding her entire being. She was just too happy to care much for anything, and her actions proved that when she pulled Dom's wife-beater off before he had a chance to protest. A faint giggle was heard from her lips as she began walking backwards towards the water, still boldly keeping eye contact with her man. "Come on, man. Don't be a pussy," she taunted and as the words left her lips, Dom was taking off in a run in her direction, snatching her up in his arms and running deeper into the water.

A knock on the door caught Letty's attention, her heart stopping momentarily as she realised she had been crying. She dragged her palms over her cheeks almost angrily with herself for crying in the first place.

"Yeah," she called out in a faintly croaky voice.

"You good?" The voice sounded nearer than Letty had expected, causing her to glance over her shoulder towards the familiar voice. She managed to crack a smile when she noticed Mia's head poking around the door.

Letty nodded once, but Mia's eyes had found something a lot more interesting but before Letty could question it, she was crossing the room towards her without her gaze moving away from its object of affection. That's when she noticed exactly what had caught the girls' attention.

"Did Dom give it to you?" she asked her face lighting up at the thought. She knew that Letty had always loved the necklace her brother was never without and the hopeless romantic side to her couldn't help but note the gesture.

Letty struggled a smile to her lips and rolled her eyes, turning away from the girl to continue getting changed, fiddling with the button on her shorts. "Nah, I took it."

Mia sighed softly despite the smile on her lips. Letty turned to face her once again when she didn't speak up with a reply. "Um, I going out –"

Letty's eyebrows rose, "At this time?" She almost criticized, but Mia made an impatient noise in the back of her throat. "Is it that guy from earlier?" Letty teased with a smirk.

"Don't wait up," were the last words to leave Mia's lips as she stalked out of the room. Letty fought the urge to go after her and ask questions; instead she simply shimmied out of her jeans and threw herself onto the neatly made bed in the middle of the room. Her body spread out across it, not leaving any room for anybody else or indicating which side she was supposed to be on. She felt her eyelids weigh down on her as she fell into sleep.

Letty felt as though she had been asleep for hours but when she turned on her side to see the bright red numbers on the alarm clock, she groaned in annoyance at the realisation that she had only been asleep for one hour. She strained for any noise in the house and settled with the feeling that Mia wasn't even home yet.

With yet another groan, the Latina rolled over and climbed out of the bed. She pulled on her pair of shorts that were almost entirely covered by the length of the over-sized wife-beater she still had on, and her converses and tracked down stairs. With no sign of Mia's keys on the kitchen counter where everyone had always abandoned their own back in the day, Letty concluded that she wasn't back yet.

She wasn't quite sure what had drawn her towards the garage out back, but that was where Letty found herself instantly. She flicked the lights on and let her gaze scan the familiar room until her eyes fell onto the Dodge Charger in the corner and her heart lurched into her throat at the sight of it.

Dom had explained the exact details of the aftermath after she had already fled with Leon all those years ago, and the fact that he had crashed the car that had killed his father made Letty feel as though she was about to throw up.

And that feeling came back to her the moment she saw the damaged care. She shook her head quickly, reminding herself that Dom was fine.

Even if he wasn't with her.

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