Finally I have done it! I have had such a writer's block with the last part of this story I'm really sorry for how long it's taken me. And for that, I have decided to split the last chapter in two so this is the second to last chapter officially! I hope you enjoy it and again I'm so sorry! I really hope that this chapter is alright because I did really struggle writing it. Anyway, please review and enjoy! xx
Letty was pulled out of sleep slowly but refused to open her eyes. Until the sound of content breathing filled her ears and she was stealing a glance in the direction of the sound. Dom slept peacefully next to her and a small smile took course on her lips. The brunette suddenly sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and nibbled slightly as she recalled the night before. She couldn't discover the memory of Dom walking into the room or climbing into bed, she barely remembered climbing into bed herself; she must have passed out instantly.
Her brown-eyed gaze travelled over the well-built Cuban man beside her as he slept silently on his stomach. His arms curled beneath the pillow his head rested on, his cheek pressed to the material as his face was pointing towards Letty. She caught sight of his naked arm, muscles bulging from the tanned skin in all the right places, sending the inevitable flutter or warmness into her stomach. She sheets covered most of his back, leaving his bare shoulders on display, which alone would have been enough to flare that fire; the arms were just a bonus. The arms that had held her all those years ago, the arms that had held her a few times since and the arms that'll hold her whenever she needed. In that moment, Letty couldn't muster up anything that could feel as safe.
"You're staring," She heard the man mutter as he inhaled deeply; clearly he had literally only just woken up, even if his eyes were still closed. Letty looked away fairly quickly as she gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Just seeing who had snuck into my bed in the middle of the night," she almost teased but before he could respond, she was already moving to kick her legs off the edge of the bed and stretching her arms above her head. She knew if she kept looking at him, she'd barely be able to control herself. He looked too good, even more so than in general; he was shirtless, calm, relaxed and a sleepy smile had taken a seat on his lips that did things to her insides she couldn't understand.
As she pushed herself off the bed and strode across the room, Letty opened a drawer of the dresser in search of clothes, Dom sat up slightly, now fully awake as his eyes traced over her.
"You sleep okay?" He questioned in a gruff, huskier than normal, morning voice. She gave a small shrug and spared a glance over her shoulder at him and immediately regretted it when that wave of heat took over her once again, and then she was quickly looking away.
"Well, I hadn't even noticed you'd come in. So, I guess so."
Dom leant forward in the bed slightly, contemplating on getting up just yet or not. Letty changed her shirt with her back still to him and his eyes practically instinctively travelled over the bare, golden skin of her back as she did. "Um…" he started but his words trailed off, and as the material was settled on the Latina, she was turning back around to face him.
"What?" She egged on, reading the fact he wanted to say something but was wary of it. Dom couldn't help the ghost of a smile that sprung to his lips at how easily she had read his thoughts, but he pushed passed it to continue and answer her question.
"The guys are going to the races tonight," he started, watching for her reaction carefully but her expression remained vaguely quizzical.
"The guys…" she repeated with a small nod. "Are you going?" she asked in a fairly breezy tone which threw him off a little, Dom had expected her to back down instantly, to freak out, to react in a bigger way than the way she seemed to be headed towards.
He gave a wary shrug, "I was thinking about it," he hesitated as he built up the courage to ask his follow-up question. "Do you wanna come?"
"And race?" She questioned quickly.
"Not necessarily, I mean, if you wanted to…" His words trailed off once again as he watched her shrug and turn back to search for a pair of jeans. "Let," he spoke carefully.
"You go, Dom," She pulled out blue material and began pulling the pair of jeans on, her words pausing as she did so. Her hair fell from where it rested against her back to hang over her shoulders when she glanced down to button the pants up, and then she was continuing in a pretty convincing tone. "I'll just stay with Mia and Jack; it'll be nice to spend time with them, anyway."
"Well, I did think it might be too much too soon, so if you would rather stay – "
"There's plenty of time to get back into that scene," she nodded once, finally turning back to look at him. "It's my scene and it may feel like home in any aspect, but the people – "
"Too soon," he finished for her. She let his words linger between them momentarily before she glanced down at herself and the clothes she now wore; fully dressed. She sighed softly and shook her head, clearly towards herself.
"I'm gonna shower," she spoke before moving her hands down to unbutton the jeans already and saw Dom smirk out of the corner of her eye at her sudden change of mind.
"Have you seen Dom?" The words slipped passed Letty's lips before she had even properly walked through the threshold of the kitchen door, and before she was even certain anyone was actually in there. Her gaze landed on the blonde who stood up straight from where he was bent slightly, peering into the fridge, and looked over to the brunette in the doorway.
"Garage," he muttered but then continued his sentence, realising he should probably have narrowed it down a little more. "DT's, he wanted to see how salvageable it all was." he clarified. Letty gave a slow nod and chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip. She had slipped into her own head, she hadn't even noticed that Brian's eyes hadn't automatically resumed their search for food and had, in fact, stayed fixed on her with a fairly suspicious expression. "Why?" He finally asked, recapturing her attention.
The Latina gave a small shrug but didn't speak up, indicating the passive movement was intended for her response. Brian watched her carefully and she boldly kept the eye contact, her gaze full of wary suspicion and his full of wary curiosity. When many moments of silence passed between the two, Letty made the sudden movement of raising her eyebrow at him quizzically. "What?" Her tone was full of impatience as she fought the urge to let a frustrated groan slip out along with the word.
"Nothing, nothing," Brian insisted with a forced nonchalant shrug, but Letty's gaze was too intense for him to get away with the vague and even more suspicious reply than his eyes had read. His lips spread into a smirk he was very clearly trying to force away. He cleared his throat lightly, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable under her stare. "Um, have you remembered something?" He asked.
Letty gave him a completely clueless expression and a short answer, "No."
"It happened on its own then," he responded with a soft nod in confirmation of his own words.
"What has?" She pushed impatiently, the groan of annoyance escaping along with it that time.
"You're feelings for him," Brian stated, partly as though it was utterly obvious and partly as though it meant nothing at all and he had casually slipped it into daily conversation. But the accusation had caused Letty to almost choke on her own breath as it lodged itself in her chest briefly and her tummy curled.
"What do you know," with the words muttered and a roll of her eyes, Letty had turned on her heel and stalked out of the room once again, desperately trying to ignore the sound of Brian's amused chuckle that followed after her.
It seemed as though Letty had spent the entire day playing with the toddler, her nephew, even before the guys had left for the races. To the average person, she may have come across as trying to avoid anyone who wasn't Jack, but in theory, she was really just so engrossed in spending time with him that she didn't care for much else. Not even when Dom pressed a kiss the top of her head from where she sat cross legged on the living room floor opposite Jack, before he left with Brian to meet Roman and Tej outside.
But something she did notice was Mia's watchful eye. She felt the younger Toretto watching Letty play with her son from the kitchen doorway, and she didn't have to glance at her to read the thoughtful expression on her features.
"What?" Letty finally spoke, her words the second thing to break the silence, after Jack's occasional giggles as he crashed two toy cars together repeatedly.
"What?" Mia repeated, innocence dripping from her tone.
"You're staring," Letty clarified as she gazed up at Mia through her eyelashes. "Why?"
"There's just something different," Mia started slowly with a faked clueless shrug. "About you."
A dry laugh erupted from the Latina. "And what's that?"
"Brian said something earlier," Mia spoke and Letty's eyes immediately found the toddler again; she knew full well what was coming now. "He wanted me to make sure it wasn't just him, and I can definitely see it."
Letty made an impatient noise in the back of her throat. "Whatever Brian said is bullshi – " Her word faded out and died on the tip of her tongue when she remembered Jack's presence and Mia's very persistent push for the swear jar. "Is not true," she finished carefully.
"Letty, why are you so defensive?" Mia asked, faint concern and sympathy evident in her tone. She crossed the room slowly and perched on the edge of the couch to the right of the Latina.
She breathed out deeply, finally putting down the toy car she had been driving around in circles in front of Jack, who followed it with his finger the entire time, but he now reached for it and continued to play by himself.
"Because, everyone keeps telling me how I feel, or how I should feel, or things I should remember and I just don't. It's not like I can't decide by myself; it's up to me how I feel," Her words came out in form of a rant, and if Mia didn't know her well enough and if she wasn't trying hard enough to keep her cool, they knew she was being borderline snappy. She sighed once again and pressed her palm to her forehead tiredly. "I don't know how I feel."
"Yes you do," Mia said softly and Letty tried desperately not to glare when she sent the younger Toretto a look. "Okay, I'm sorry, I just…It's inevitable. You have to know that by now, right?"
She hesitated before giving a shrug, a shrug with as little effort behind it as possible.
"Come on," Letty's eyes shot to the girl as she rose to her feet. "We'll give you a ride." And with that, Mia was picking Jack up and headed towards the front door, keys in hand. When Letty made no movement whatsoever, she had turned to glance over her shoulder at her. "I know you'd rather be racing, whatever you might say. Plus, you know it helps, Let. It helps everything."
With one small smile from Mia, Letty was following her out the door.