Author's Note: So I decided to do a Father's Day short for Father's Day. Hope everyone had a great one! This is pretty fluffy and squishy so be warned! Enjoy!

A Gift

It was early on a Sunday morning when Dom woke to a pressure on his chest. He opened his eyes, blinking up at the little round face above him. Big dark eyes and a halo of dark curls around her head. She giggled, her face splitting into a childish grin.

"Mownin' Papi," she said, smacking a kiss against his cheek.

Dom laughed, wrapping his arms around her little body. She sprawled atop his chest, arms coming around his neck as she snuggled close. Her hair smelled like strawberry tear-free shampoo. Dom turned his head to look at the clock. It was 9 am, meaning Letty had snuck out of bed earlier to let him sleep. The three-year-old in his arms was already bathed and dressed for the day, wearing little denim shorts and a yellow tank top. She sat up and wiggled her toes.

"Mami and me made you bweakfast!" she announced, scooting backwards off the bed and tugging at his arm. "Get up Papi!"

Dom yawned, sitting up and stretching. He went to his closet and changed into a pair of grey work-pants and a black t-shirt. His daughter was bouncing around the room as he tugged on his boots and laced them up. He chuckled, then stood and scooped her up into his arms, heading down to the kitchen.

Letty was already there, putting away something in the cupboard. She smiled and greeted him with a kiss.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah why didn't you wake me earlier?" he asked, setting his daughter down. She scurried off into the other room as he sat at the table where a big stack of blueberry pancakes was already waiting for him.

Letty grinned, pouring him a cup of coffee and passing it to him. "Don't get used to it, but you know its father's day. It was all your daughter's idea."

"Really?" He chuckled.

"I suspect your sister planted the thought in her head though."

"That makes sense," he agreed, eating his breakfast.

Letty smiled, sitting across from him with her own cup of coffee. "You deserve it. You're a great father, Dom. You know that."

He glanced at her, meeting her serious gaze across the table. She lowered her lashes sheepishly, but he reached over to take her hand, lacing their fingers together.

"I do my best. Try to live up to the standards my own Dad set."

She squeezed his hand, sipping at her coffee. "We got one lucky kid."

Dom finished his breakfast. "We heading to Mia's this afternoon?"

"Yup, of course." She chuckled. "You even have to ask?"

"No." He grinned.

"Papi!"

Dom turned his head to see his daughter standing in the doorway. She was clutching a thin box wrapped in red paper against her chest with one arm and holding a card in the other.

"I made you a pwesent," she announced, coming towards him.

"Did you?" he asked, taking the card that she passed him first.

"Uh huh," she pushed the wrapped box onto the table and climbed into his lap. "I hewp you open it."

He chuckled softly. "Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you."

Letty was smirking at him as he slid his thumb under the card envelope to open it. It was made of stiff stock paper, but the picture on the front was scribbled in crayon. A long black car-like shape with grey wheels and a few sloppily drawn stick figures dominated the white background. There was a yellow house-like creation behind it.

At the bottom in black marker it said "For Papi" in Mia's handwriting. Dom smiled and opened the card. Inside there was another drawing with the house and even more stick figures gathered around.

"I told Aunt Mia what to write," she said, pointing to the words on the card.

It read. "To the best Papi in the whole world. Happy Father's Day. I love you." It was signed with a sloppy scribble that he could only guess his daughter had done herself.

Dom smiled and hugged the girl close, stroking her dark hair. Truth be told, she was the best gift he could have gotten. She hugged him back, then pulled away.

"Open youw pwesent Papi!"

Dom took the box and she helped him tug away the red paper with her little hands. Inside was a framed photo. It was a picture Letty had taken one afternoon, when he'd been working on the Charger in the garage out back. He was bent over the engine, a wrench in one hand, but his attention was turned down to his daughter. She was standing on a small wooden footstool, wearing little dirty jeans and a grey tank top, her hair pulled into a ponytail right on top of her head. She was grinning at him and pointing at the engine.

Dom ran his fingers over the photo and smiled, looking over at Letty. She gave him a little grin.

"Thought you'd like to have it," she said.

"It's perfect," he agreed, dropping a kiss atop his daughter's head. It was a photo that made him remember his own childhood, his own relationship with his father. How much he missed his Dad, even now.

But he had a family of his own, a child of his own. He was going to keep trying to live up to the standard his father had set. He was going to give her a good life. She was going to be happy and safe.

"Do you like youw pwesent, Papi?"

"I love it. Thank you baby girl."

She giggled when he kissed her cheek, a pleased expression on her little face. Then she looked up at him, patting his jaw. "I luv you, Papi."

"I love you too, honey."

She hugged him again, then scooted off his lap onto the floor, scurrying out of the kitchen. Dom watched her go with a smile, then turned to find Letty looking at him. She stood and moved around the table to kiss him softly. He pulled back to look at her.

"I'm the lucky one," he told her, drawing her close again.