Author's Note: You guys are so amazing! Thank you so much for all the love. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. It relates back to the earlier one where Dom found out his daughter was having sex. This is when Letty comes home. I'm very excited about new requests coming in and I will be working on them soon. Thanks so much for reading!

An Understanding

It was nearing 8:30 when Letty's car pulled into the driveway and Dom was still at the kitchen table, taking care of the household expenses and stubbornly not thinking about what he'd found earlier that evening. He glanced up when his wife came through the back door. She smiled at him, tossing her car keys on the counter before crossing to kiss him softly. She pulled back to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

He smiled wryly. "That easy to read huh?"

"No," she laughed. "I just know you."

She sat down across from him and he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he pushed the bills aside.

"You're going to tell me I over-reacted," he said.

She smiled. "Maybe. I'm guessing this has something to do with a certain teenage daughter of ours?"

"And her certain teenage boyfriend," he muttered.

She wrinkled her nose slightly. "Did you catch them in the act?"

"Close enough," he groaned. "It wasn't really hard to figure out what they'd been up to."

Letty sighed, reaching over to rest her hand on his. "Dom… I hate to tell you this, but it's not like she's been a virgin for a while."

"You mean you knew about this?" he asked, staring at her.

"Don't give me that look," she said, raising a brow at him. "She told me because she knew I wouldn't be a big fat hypocrite about it."

"Letty," he warned.

"Dom," she replied drily. "She is 17. Not to mention she's our daughter. She's not going to save herself till her wedding. Please don't tell me that's what you were expecting."

"Okay, no fine. I wasn't… well… maybe I was hoping," he admitted. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to be comfortable with the idea."

"Well you shouldn't be. She's uncomfortable with the idea of us having sex too." She laughed at his expression. "It's not like I patted her on the head and let her do whatever she wanted. We got her on the pill. And she knows to use protection. She's not stupid enough to get knocked up and fuck up her life."

Dom dropped his head, feeling overwhelmed. "When did this happen?"

"Last year. When she told me she was thinking about taking the next step with her boyfriend." Letty sighed, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder. "Look, I know you're probably never going to be 100% okay with her having a sex life, but it's kind of a reality you have to face. I wish my mom had cared enough to talk to me about this stuff. Sure as hell would have saved me a lot of damn trouble."

"So I'm just supposed to let this go?" he asked, disbelief in his face.

"Dom, honestly? Yes. How old were you when you lost your virginity? Younger than 16, that's for sure. She's a good kid. She works hard at school; she works hard at the garage. She's going to go to college, just like you wanted. She hasn't gotten arrested. She's not out hijacking trucks or something. She's already a hell of a lot better off than we were. We can't expect her to be some pristine little angel. If we wanted that we probably shouldn't have combined our genes to make a new person."

He laughed a little at that, then leaned back in his seat. "I guess you're right."

"I usually am."

"Don't be a smartass," he complained. "Your daughter is still pissed at me."

"Yeah well, that's to be expected. I'll go talk to her, okay?" She stood, leaning down to press a kiss against the top of his head and let him wrap his arms around her and press his face against her stomach. She smiled.

"I liked it better when she was still in diapers," he said, his voice muffled against her shirt.

She laughed and rubbed the top of his head. "Can't last forever, Papa."

Letty pulled away, starting up the stairs to knock on the door to her daughter's room.

"Go away," came the response through the doorway and Letty rolled her eyes.

"It's me," she replied.

There was a pause, then the sound of her daughter getting up and crossing to unlock the door. It eased open slightly and the girl peered out at her before tugging the door slowly open and stepping back to let her in.

Letty pulled the door closed behind her as the teen crossed back to her bed and flopped down, reaching for her discarded tablet.

"So I heard you had an interesting… conversation with your father."

"Conversation is a generous term, Mami. He kicked Carlos out of the house and threatened him to never come back."

"Okay look, he overreacted but are you really surprised? That is not exactly the best way for your father to find out you're having sex with your boyfriend." Letty paused. "Though I suppose it could have been worse."

"Gross! Mom!" the girl glared at her.

"What? It's true," Letty replied, sitting down at the foot of her bed. "Look. I talked to your father. Carlos is going to be able to come back. But I think maybe you should give him a week or so to get over it. He doesn't like the idea of his little girl growing up."

"He's going to have to deal with it," she complained, crossing her arms over her chest.

"He will. But you need to cut him a break too. The attitude isn't helpful. Yes, he's being ridiculous about this. But sneaking around behind his back wasn't the way to deal with it. He knows now. Let's just try and make sure he doesn't catch you again. We don't want to see that any more than you want to see us having sex."

"Mom, gross." The teen made a face at her. "And it's not like I haven't heard you guys plenty."

"Oh well, too bad. This is our house. When you get your own place you can do whatever you want in it," Letty replied.

"Does that mean I can move out?"

"One. No. Two. You couldn't afford to rent a cardboard box. Three. We'll discuss that after you graduate."

Her daughter looked at her, a tiny grin quirking the corner of her mouth, then she laughed. "Sounds like a deal." She paused. "So is Papi really going to be okay with it?"

"Eventually. Give him some time, mija." She stroked her dark hair. "Did you eat any dinner?"

"No… I was too busy avoiding him."

Letty laughed. "I don't think he's eaten yet either. Come downstairs and we'll order Chinese."

Her daughter smiled, standing and wrapping her arm around her waist. "Sure. Thanks Mami."