Author's Note: Okay so… slight rant here. You can totally ignore me and skip to the chapter if you want. Saw a Google chat with some of the ladies from the film and was slightly annoyed by what Elsa (the actress who plays Elena) had to say about her character's role in the films. I don't think she's in it much, but she did express disappointment that Letty was returning to the franchise and stated something to the effect of Elena 'getting Dom back' or at least trying to? All I can think is, this better not actually be a thing because no. Do not want.

This chapter is based off a request for Dom with pregnant Letty. I wanted to do something sweet with the two of them. I know they're both strong badasses but I definitely think they have plenty of these soft moments together. Especially if Los Bandoleros is any indication. As usual you guys are the best! Enjoy!

A Family

He liked the moments like these.

The quiet sort of down-time moments when they were alone.

These sorts of moments were few and far between. There was always the garage to think about, working, pay the bills, take whatever free time they could get to fit in some fun. Their friends, their family, their friends who had become their family. Life was crowded with so many noises and responsibilities and people that sometimes it was easy to let it all pass you by.

Dom would sometimes look back at the past and wonder where all the time had gone. Thinking back on the days when racing and cars had been his life and nothing had seemed to matter. And how he'd once told Brian that he needed to live a quarter-mile at a time just so he could stay sane. After that, years on the run had changed his life into a series of events. Mexico and South America, The Dominican Republic, Rio, London… all those things had shaped his life in ways he couldn't regret.

He'd forged friendships that would never die. He'd strengthened his ties with the woman he loved, had rediscovered her and rediscovered them.

And now here he was, home again. Baking under the LA sun on the beach with his wife. Two years ago he wouldn't have imagined being here at all. But here they were.

It was a very warm day in early April, and the sun was shining. They were taking a well-deserved break away from the garage. On a weekday the beach wasn't terribly crowded, and while school was in, still blissfully free of teenagers at this time of day. There was a nice breeze coming off the water which kept it at a comfortable temperature.

"Can you get my back?" Letty asked from where she sat beside him, passing over the sunscreen.

She was wearing a dark blue and gold two-piece and she looked beautiful to him even and especially now that her belly was round with their unborn child. Her smooth skin glowed caramel in the sunlight and he smiled as he squirted the sunscreen into his hand.

"Turn around, baby."

She scooted on the towel so her back was to him, winding her dark hair into a twist and pulling it up off her neck. Dom smoothed the lotion over her shoulders and down her back, callused fingers brushing along the dip of her spine and smoothing along the waist of her swimsuit bottoms. She shivered slightly when his palms cupped her waist, then wrapped around her rounded belly. Her hands fell over his as she leaned back into him with a smile.

"Thanks," she murmured, turning her head to press a kiss against his bare shoulder. "This was a good idea." Her gaze slid out to the blue ocean with the sunlight reflecting off it. "We don't seem to relax enough these days."

"You should relax more," he murmured, stroking a hand over her belly.

There was a little kick there, a press just under the spread of his hand that made him grin like an idiot. No matter how many times he felt that little baby move under his hand, beneath Letty's soft skin, he just couldn't get over it. There was a little person there inside her, a person they'd made together.

She chuckled, leaning her head back against his shoulder. "I'm not an invalid, Dom. Women have been having babies for thousands of years."

"Those women weren't you," he replied, turning to press his nose against her hair. She smelled like papaya shampoo, sand and salt. He kissed at her ear.

She laughed and ducked her head slightly. "Stop teasing your pregnant, horny wife in the middle of a public beach," she scolded.

"Horny huh?" he asked. "We should have stayed home."

She smirked, slapping at his arm. "Later," she promised, shifting against him to get more comfortable. "I can't believe you still even want to have sex now that I'm getting all huge."

"Don't be ridiculous," he replied, tucking his arm around her back and kneeling in front of her so that they were face to face. "You are carrying our baby. You're beautiful and sexy as hell," he grinned at the face she pulled. "Plus your boobs also got really big."

He laughed when she slapped him again and shoved him so that he sprawled back in the sand on his butt. She laughed too, grinning at him.

"You're terrible Dominic Toretto."

"But you love me anyway," he replied with a smile, leaning in to kiss her slowly.

"Mmm..." she murmured against his lips, then drew back. "I guess I do. I suppose we're stuck with each other."

He glanced down at her belly and grinned. "I'd say definitely."

She shook her head with a smile. "We were a family long before this little one."

Dom knew she was right. They'd redefined the meaning of family throughout the years, welcomed more people in it, bid goodbye to others. But this was different, this was special. Him and her and their baby. He knew his own Dad would have been proud, knew he had the best example for how to be a father. Letty seemed less comfortable with her own role at times, and he supposed some of that stemmed from her issues with her mother. But he knew she already loved their baby. He had a feeling she'd do much better than she realized.

"Come on baby, let's go for a swim," he said, standing and helping her to her feet.

She groaned slightly, pressing a hand to her back. "I miss my old center of gravity," she complained, lacing her fingers with his and walking down towards the water. "And do you know how annoying it is to drive with this thing in the way?" She patted at her belly.

He laughed. "Two more months."

He scooped her up into his arms to wade into the ocean and she smiled, putting her arms around his shoulders. The waves were gentle today, breaking against his legs as he walked out further, the sand and rocks squishing beneath his feet.

"Yeah then we just have to deal with whatever monster child we created together," she replied with a grin.

"Affectionate nicknames already. I bet the baby will be just like you," he said, setting her on her feet in the water.

"Then we're definitely screwed," she said, turning to lean back against him in the cool water, watching the boats in the distance.

He wrapped his arms around her, palm spread against her abdomen as he felt that little life moving inside of her.

"The best kind of screwed," he muttered, nuzzling at her hair. "The best kind."