Author's Note: So these scenes are still coming pretty easily to me which is nice for updates and not as awesome for my school work XD. But for now enjoy the quick posting and more scenes. This one goes back before baby Dotty. I just wanted to write it.

A Once in a Lifetime

"Mi… is this really necessary?" Letty groused as she fidgeted under her friend's ministrations.

Behind her Mia pulled another bobby pin from her mouth as she released a curl of hair from the curling iron. "Yes."

"But you know Dom's not going to care what my hair looks like…"

"I care. And you'll care in about twenty years when you look back at all the pictures I'm going to take."

Letty groaned, letting Mia tilt her head to the side. "I'm not really the type to fondly peruse photo albums…"

"Not yet, but wait till you have kids to share the memories with."

"Now wait a minute, you're getting a little bit ahead of yourself there…"

"The panic in your voice is really amusing me but stop moving or I'll burn you with this thing," Mia scolded, laughter in her voice. Her dark eyes sparkled and she admired her handiwork, pleased with herself. "Just let me fuss. It's not every day my big brother and my best friend get married."

Letty snorted. "No kidding," she muttered.

It been a rocky road to this point and there had been times when she'd given up on the idea of ever having her family back. And then Dom had come bursting back into her life in Berlin and turned everything upside down again. He'd made her remember how to feel things again, made her remember how much she'd loved him. Scared her so much. That you could love someone so intensely you'd lose yourself. She'd fought hard for him before, and she'd fought against him when he'd come back, looking at her like she was a ghost. Looking back on it she was often surprised he hadn't given up on her.

She fidgeted, ready to voice her doubts when there was a soft knock on the door and a little voice. "Mommy?"

Mia turned her head, set down the curling iron and moved to unlock the door. Her son, little Vincent was only one and a half. He'd been just a tiny baby when Letty had first seen him and she hadn't been around when he'd been born. He looked like Brian, everyone agreed because of the blonde hair. But his dark eyes were all Mia's and his skin tone tended towards caramel. Mia scooped him up, smacking a kiss against his little cheek that had him giggling, and then eased the door shut with her hip.

"You want to help Mommy and Aunt Letty get pretty?" she asked.

"Yeah!" he cheered and she set him on his feet. Letty laughed when he climbed into her lap, patting her face with little hands and surveying her. "Pwetty," he declared after a moment and she hugged him, feeling her nerves ease at the simple, childish statement.

"That's right," Mia said with a smile, turning away to finish her own makeup. She fixed a red flower over her ear in her hair, which she'd also curled so that it hung loose down her back. Her feet were bare, a secession to the fact that the ceremony would be on the beach, but she wore a gold anklet around her left leg.

"Come on, buddy," she beckoned to her son, who jumped down from his aunt's lap. "It's time for the ceremony."

Letty stood, smoothing out the skirts of the dress she wore. It was white, even though it certainly wasn't a white wedding. But Mia had rolled her eyes and said that was bullshit and every bride who wanted to should wear white. After all, she'd worn white on her wedding and she'd been 6 months pregnant.

It was more sundress than formal, thin straps that crisscrossed in the back and a fitted bodice made of layers of white silk that overlapped to make a sort of ruched pattern that continued down to the skirts which fell in overlapping layers to her knees. Mia had curled her hair, pulling it away from her face and fixing little white flowers amongst the dark locks. The only jewelry she wore were her father's dog tags and the ring Dom had proposed to her with. It wasn't fancy or incredibly expensive. She didn't need a big rock on her hand, and he hadn't bought it after Rio. In fact, he'd told her, he'd had it with him since Mexico, too afraid to ask her to pledge herself to a wanted man. And then after he had thought her dead, unable to make himself get rid of it. So he'd tucked it away with her things in a box with her name on it.

That had meant more than something worth a million dollars. They'd both changed, but they still loved each other. She thought that it was probably true that they loved each other more now that they'd both experienced loss and pain and grown up a hell of a lot.

Letty followed Mia and Vince out of the beach house and down the back porch to join the others gathered in the sand. Her eyes met Dom's and everything else fell away as she took his hands. Her own felt dwarfed beneath the grip of his. The gathering wasn't large, just Mia and Brian and little Vince, Leon had flown in for the event, a few other friends… old and new. Hector, Han, Gisele… Some friends were long gone, but were there in memory.

Mia had been right. Maybe she didn't care about a pretty dress or flowers in her hair. But she would like to hold onto these memories, these once in a lifetimes.