Hello, people! So… I don't even know why I'm surprised. XD I mean, is it really a surprise to anyone that I wrote this? Like, it's really fun to do and, well, I think I'm pulling this whole unrequited love thing pretty good so why not? :P

Part III is longer than Part II, and it's a bit longer than Part I as well… so… yeah, seems I had a lot of ideas to use, haha. XD Hope you enjoy! :)

Dom figured that, if he couldn't be Brian's lover—well, he could at least be his best friend or something.

And that was the thing. That was exactly the fucking thing. Because… okay, yeah, he was Brian's friend, but not his best friend. No, that place belonged to someone else—to Mr. Roman Pearce. Someone Brian always talked about. Apparently, they grew up together—did everything together, even went to juvie together—so of course he'd be a part of a lot of stories of Brian's. Brian had admitted he and Roman had fallen out for a few years after Brian joined the LAPD and Roman was sent to Chino, but they both long since gotten over that.

It was sad to say, but Dom was starting to feel jealous of this Roman Pearce. Because, fuck, he hadn't even known Brian had friends. And that's stupid, 'cause of course he had friends. Brian's life wasn't just law enforcement and going undercover, but for some reason, it never actually sunk into Dom's brain until Brian began to talk more about himself while they were on the run.

Which was nice; having Brian talk about his past. 'Cause Dom had noticed that Brian not talking much about himself five years ago hadn't just been part of the cover—Brian actually didn't really like saying much about himself. But, he was starting to do that, now. More with Mia than with Dom, he knew that, but it's a start. He knew, thanks to that little heart-to-heart they had after they found out Mia was pregnant, that Brian didn't have a father. Apparently, the guy had bailed on him and his mom when he was about two or three. Then Brian had told him about his mother. Her name had been Lillian Miller. As it turns out, O'Conner was actually Brian's father's last name

"Pretty much the only thing he gave me," Brian commented with a sarcastic, short laugh, as he looked at the city from where he was sitting in the balcony. Dom hadn't even known what to reply, so he didn't.

Lillian had met this man back when she was a teenager; fell in love with him, fucking ran away with him and stayed with him, despite all the bullshit he put her through. Brian had said that apparently, his parents were like partners. His father was into dirty jobs and Lillian, well, she was so in love that she was part of it all before she knew it. She stopped as soon as she found out she was pregnant, though. And apparently, Brian's father had tried to, but he couldn't leave his womanizing ways and his jobs. He wasn't ready to raise a kid.

"So, he just went and bailed," Brian had said. "Mom said she hadn't been that surprised. She knew he wouldn't be able to handle a kid, so she knew he would leave. It was only a matter of when."

"And she wasn't upset?" Dom found himself asking, 'cause the woman had pretty much thrown her life away for the guy, and then he'd just left her—with a kid, no less.

"Yeah," he nodded. "But, my mom was tough, man. She managed to move on. Said I had a lot to do with that."

Dom was surprised to know that Lillian had told her son pretty much everything about her past, but it seemed Brian and his mother had been close enough for her to do just that. And that wasn't the only reason, it seemed. 'Cause it seemed Lillian hadn't let go of her old life completely, even after she had Brian.

"Old habits die hard," Brian said, shrugging. "Mom got away from that kinda work, but we didn't live in the greatest part of town, and lots of shady people seemed to remember her. She thought it was better for me to know the kinda life I was livin'. I mean, she wanted the best for me, but she didn't want to fool me, or herself."

"So, she just told you everything?" Dom found himself asking. If he ever had a kid—which he couldn't imagine happening now that Letty was gone; he was still mourning her—he wouldn't want to tell them about his shady past.

"Eh, kinda. I mean, she tried to sugar-coat it, since I was a kid and all. She didn't, like, outright tell me what she and my father did for a living. But, uh, I was always pretty perceptive. So, by the time I was like, fifteen, my mom had pretty much told me everything 'cause she knew that I would probably find a way to find out, anyway."

"And you were okay with your mother's past?" Dom found himself asking, because, shit, Brian's mother had been a criminal. And if he ended up becoming a cop…

"'Course," Brian replied with no hesitance in his voice. "She was doin' her best for me and I understood that. It ain't easy to raise a kid on her own, 'specially when living a life like hers. She wasn't even pissed when I ended up in juvie, seemed more disappointed in herself for givin' me that kinda life instead of angry at me for gettin' in that kinda shit…" The blond paused for a moment, but then shrugged. "Somehow, we made it work," he said with a small smile. "That was our world."

"Yeah." And it amazed Dom how different his world and Brian's had been. Fuck, he couldn't even picture his dad ever leaving, and couldn't picture his mother with a gun. And that was what Brian's reality had been like.

Brian's face turned somber. "Then when I was nineteen, we found out she had cancer, and she, uh, died a few months later."

"I'm sorry," Dom found himself saying, not knowing what else to say. He knew how hard it had been to lose his mother, but he'd been younger and he'd had his father. Brian hadn't.

Brian shook his head. "Don't be. It was bound to happen, anyway, I guess. Anyway, it was around this time Tanner offered me the chance to join the LAPD, and my mom was actually on board with the idea. She said it was an out of the life I was living due to her." He shrugged. "My mom was the one who managed to convince me join the academy," he said quietly.

Dom nodded. "I see…" Now things made more sense, why Brian had decided to be a cop. It was the first time Brian had opened up to him so much. Dom was pretty honored, 'cause he was sure Brian wouldn't be telling this to anyone.

They were in silence until Brian began chuckling suddenly. "You know," he began. "My mom was the one who taught me how to use a gun."

Dom looked up in shock. "You're shitting me." His mother wouldn't've been able to hold a gun, let alone teach her kids how to use it.

Brian smirked at Dom's face. "Yeah, well, she felt it was safer for me if I knew how to use a gun. Self-defense, ya know? Never mind if I was a kid. She also taught me some pretty rad fighting moves. My mom was badass."

So unlike Dom's mother, who had been pretty content being a housewife—although that didn't mean she wasn't tough in her own way, though. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. And then I taught Rome," he chuckled. "It's funny—he taught me how to fix cars, I thought him how to shoot a gun. Which is funny, considering he had the older brother that had gone into prison and shit, but…"

Dom had pretty much tuned out at that point, angry that this Roman Pearce had to, once again, enter the fucking conversation. It made sense he was mentioned—they were talking about Brian's past and all—but, shit, he was literally always there.

And Dom found himself wondering how he could dislike someone he hadn't even met yet so fucking much. All he knew about Roman was what he heard from Brian's stories—and he couldn't help but think of the smile in Brian's eyes as he told them—but he still didn't like him. So, obviously, he hadn't been excited when he'd found out Brian had called Roman to participate in the heist.

Brian seemed oblivious to Dom's annoyance on the matter, and when everyone had arrived, he'd gotten Dom's attention and introduced him to his two closest friends. Tej Parker and Roman Pearce. Brian spoke highly about both of them, and when Dom finally met Roman Pearce face-to-face, after he'd quickly looked over the guy Brian called his best friend, he just tried to smile—although it probably was more of a smirk—and said, "I've heard a lot about you."

And Pearce probably didn't even know just how fucking much.

After that, he'd watched Pearce until he'd finally gotten a good read of him. He was a cocky little shit that ran his mouth, speaking bullshit as easy as he breathed, and he seemed to be pretty damn reckless. That description alone reminded Dom of someone with blond hair and blue eyes. Of course, Pearce and Brian weren't the same. Brian had been in the LAPD; meanwhile, Pearce had been in prison. This had pretty much fucked up their friendship, but neither of them stopped being loyal to each other, and in the end, they'd managed to fix their friendship and move on as if those years of not talking to each other never happened.

Of course, it had taken a fucking undercover operation that involved drug lords, high speed chases, dirty cops, rats, and too many guns. Dom wasn't even surprised. Brian was a crazy ass white boy, always had been, and his best friend was pretty much as crazy as him.

He'd also noticed that the only person Pearce didn't mind following was Brian. Pearce obviously adored Brian. He was loyal to him, to the point of being stupid; but again, only to Brian. Yeah, Tej had Roman's loyalty, too—Dom could tell—but it wasn't a strong as the one he had to Brian.

And Brian always seemed relaxed around Pearce. They always laughed, always could talk to each other. Pearce was probably one of the few people, if not the only one, that Brian probably never really bothered to lie to. Brian obviously trusted him, and it was clear that they didn't really have much secrets between them. It would explain why Pearce had known, immediately, who he was. Parker had known, too, but he'd been more low-key about it.

Dom knew that him being jealous of Brian's best friend was stupid as well as childish, so he told himself he'd been an adult and get over it. He did just that, and as time passed and he got to know Roman more, he found himself actually liking the guy. Guy was funny, his laugh was infectious, and despite everything, he could tell he was a good guy. And he was Brian's family, and by extension, that made him Dom's family, too.

And once Dom had gotten over his pointless jealousy, he realized Brian and Roman reminded him of him and Vince, which was nice. It sucked, how he couldn't even seem to trust his own best friend anymore, but Dom at least still had the good memories with him. He also knew that, despite Vince having omitted information, despite how angry he was, that Vince would always be his best friend. So, it was okay. Hopefully they would get over it someday, just like Brian and Roman got over their problems.

And after he'd thought of all that, he just found himself wondering how the hell Brian and Roman were even alive. After all, the two of them together, doing whatever they damn felt like back in Barstow, with little to no supervision to begin with? Those two were fearless idiots and it was surprising they were both breathing, but then again, you had to be a little crazy if you wanted to live the fast life.

Dom was thinking he had to be cursed, because no matter where the hell he looked, Brian and Mia were always there. Sitting together, hugging, cuddling, talking among themselves. Dom was still struggling to accept reality, but it was a bitch when you were always reminded that you wouldn't be able to have what you want. He didn't resent Brian and Mia about it, 'cause he knew they didn't know, and even if they did, they wouldn't mean it. And, again, he didn't want to ruin their happiness. They both deserved it after they'd thrown their lives away for him.

So, he just struggled alone. And moments like this made him miss Letty more. He missed her, he would always miss her, but seeing Brian and Mia was a constant reminder of what he would never be able to have. He wouldn't be able to have Brian because he was Mia's. He wouldn't be able to have Letty because she was dead. It hurt, damn it, it hurt, but Dom had to be strong. So, he just suffered in silence, knowing—hoping—he would get over this soon. Get over his feelings for Brian.

God, that would make it so much easier.

Ever since Brian had walked into his life, almost six years ago, and Dom had started to fall for him, he'd made sure that no-one ever knew about his feelings. He hid them, kept them to himself, and for over five years, no-one ever noticed. Not Vince, not Mia, not Letty, not Brian. No-one. And he planned to keep it that way.

That is, until Gisele Yashar came up to him when no-one was around. "You appreciate a fine body no matter the make or the model. That's what you told me back when I was working for Braga."

Dom raised an eyebrow, not sure where the conversation was going. "Yeah, I did…"

"The girl you were describing, she was nothing like me," Gisele said. "I know you loved Letty very much, Dom. I didn't meet her, I don't think I did, but… I can see it in your eyes."

"I did love Letty," he confirmed somberly. Everyone knew it. There was no need to hide it. "She was the only woman I loved. Still love," he added, because he wasn't sure where the hell Gisele was going with all of this. She'd flirted with him back when he auditioned for Braga, but she'd stopped after he described his ideal lover. He wasn't sure if she was talking out of curiosity or if it was something more, but he didn't want to take any chances.

Gisele nodded, seemed to be lost in thought for a minute, and then said, "But, she isn't the only one you love… is she?"

Dom could feel his mouth go dry. "What're you talkin' about?" he muttered, trying to play dumb.

"You know what I'm talking about," Gisele said, looking at Dom with a no-nonsense face. "You said you appreciate a fine body, no matter the make or the model. You described your ideal lover, and yeah, maybe you were describing Letty, but I think that, unconsciously, you were describing someone else, too."

Dom was panicking, but he tried to act cool, tried to look like he wasn't fazed at all. Who knew if he was succeeding. "And who else would I be describing?"

Gisele looked around, as if to make sure there was no-one else around, and then she gave her answer. "Brian."

Shit. She got it right, all in one go. Fucking hell. "Brian?" he tried to laugh, as if that was ridiculous, as if there was no way. And to be honest, he hadn't even realized he was kind of describing Brian when he'd said that to Gisele. She was really perceptive. And she wasn't buying his bullshit.

"I've seen the way you look at him, Dom," she said softly. "Maybe no-one else has realized, but I have." She looked at him with something that seemed to be like pity. "Dom, he's with your sister…"

"I know," he said more forcefully than he intended.

"And you're okay with it?"

"It's not like I have much of a choice," he muttered. "Look, it's been a bitch, but I'm getting used to it. All in all, those two are the most important people in my life right now, and if they make each other happy, then I won't get in the way."

Gisele nodded. "That's pretty honorable of you," she said, and Dom could tell she was genuine. "But, maybe you should stop putting others first and put yourself first for a change."

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I know you love them, and I know you'd do anything for them. That's just how you are. I've seen first-hand what you're willing to do for someone you love. But, I don't think this is good for you, Dom. This whole... suffering in silence kinda thing. It might... it might be better for you to stay away from Brian for a while."

"So you're saying I just leave him and my sister?" He didn't sound happy about her suggestion at all.

"No," she replied easily. "But, it can't be healthy for you to be near him when you're feeling like this. Maybe after this job, you could take some weeks for vacation... It might help you."

Dom thought about Brian, Mia, and their baby, and then what Gisele was saying. It did kind of make a little sense—he really wasn't taking care of himself as much as he was taking care of them—but it was just the way he was. He would rather suffer in silence and be with them than leave. The last time he left his family, Letty had been murdered. Maybe it wouldn't go that way again, but after that, Dom refused to leave just like that.

Besides, he has been living with his feelings for Brian for almost six years. More time wouldn't hurt by now.

"Maybe," he replied, knowing that he wouldn't leave Brian and Mia unless they wanted him to. The roar of an engine alerted them that people were coming back to the warehouse.

"Looks like our friends are back," Gisele said with an easy smile as she walked away from Dom.

"Gisele!" Dom called. "Don't tell anyone about this," he asked of her once she stopped to look at him.

Gisele nodded. "Don't worry, I won't. Promise." She gave him a small smile and walked to where the others were standing. Dom watched her, wondering whether she was really gonna stay quiet or not. He figured he had no option but to trust her, and that if she wanted to tell everyone, she would've already. So, he just went where his family was at, pushing the conversation to the back of his mind. He already had his mind made up.

Elena Neves was a strong, capable woman with strong morals. She wasn't afraid of going against her own co-workers to do what she thought was right—and in this case, that was stopping Reyes. She was quite beautiful, too. Blonde hair, blue eyes. God damn it, she reminded him of Brian. Both of them were cops, both of them were gorgeous, both of them helped him when he needed them to, despite their jobs. Fuck.

But, Dom didn't fool himself. They might be similar, but Elena Neves was no Brianna O'Conner. She was her own person, and not a female version of Brian. Dom knew that, but the thought had still crossed his mind sometimes.

The thing about Elena was that she understood him. She'd also lost the love of her life. Her husband was dead, just like Letty was. And they'd bonded over that. To the point Elena left Rio to live with him in Europe. And he was glad. She really had been his rock for the months that followed after the heist. She helped him cope; didn't make him feel lonely.

Dom found himself wondering if he would ever fall in love with Elena. He loved her, yes, but he wasn't in love with her, at least not yet. His feelings for Elena weren't as strong as his feelings for Letty or his feelings for Brian, but they were still there and they were growing steady. Maybe someday he would grow to love her. For now, she was a girlfriend he genuinely cared about. Elena understood, she always did, and she didn't push him. That's what he loved about her.

Maybe someday he would move on from Leticia Ortiz and Brian O'Conner and fall in love with Elena Neves.

That would make things so much easier.

Although, Dom had pretty much figured out life just didn't want things to be easy for him. Maybe it would be different this time, though. Maybe this time, now that they were finally free, things will finally be easier.

Maybe.

Mia was nearing her eight month of pregnancy by now, and Dom couldn't be more ecstatic. Even though finding out Mia was pregnant had been painful and hard for him, right now, he couldn't wait to have a nephew in his arms. Jack O'Conner would be born about a month from now, and Dom was honestly looked forward to that.

Dom and Elena went to visit Brian and Mia pretty frequently. He'd kind of listened to what Gisele had told him and decided to live in a different house would help him. It did, at little. He shouldn't've expected it to, considering that he went five years without seeing or hearing about Brian, and yet his feelings hadn't changed a damn bit. Didn't hurt to try, though.

Once they pulled over and got out of the car, they knocked on the door, but no-one answered. It couldn't be that Brian and Mia weren't there, because Brian's Skyline was right there on the porch. They were probably just on the beach and didn't hear the knock. So, they made their way around the house and into the backyard—that was pretty much the whole damn beach. Both Brian and Mia loved the beach, so it really hadn't surprised Dom when they decided to buy a beach house to live in.

Brian and Mia weren't sitting on any of the chairs overlooking the beach, though. So, Dom began searching for them with his gaze until he saw him. Shit. Brian was surfing, and he looked damn sexy while doing so, too. Dom didn't really mean to stare, but... fuck. How could he not?

Brian seemed to notice them and he grinned as he got out of the water with his board and made his way to the. Dom was trying not to be obvious, but it was so fucking hard not to when tanned, lean, muscled, dripping wet Brian was standing right in front of him.

Six years, and Brian could still turn him on with pretty but nothing but a smile.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Where's Mia?" Elena asked, and Dom realized he literally tuned out of whatever conversation they were having because he'd been too busy staring at Brian while trying not to be so obvious about it.

God damn, motherfucking shit.

"She's sleepin'," Brian replied easily, glancing at the house. "She's tired all the time now, having to carry around our baby and all. Figured a nap would do good. It'll probably be an hour until she wakes up."

Dom watched how Brian's eyes softened with love when he mentioned his and Mia's baby. Dom knew, he fucking knew, just how much Brian loved his sister. He was truly head over heels in love with her, had been for a long time and it hasn't changed. If anything, Mia being pregnant has made Brian's love for her grow stronger. And Dom knew he should feel happy for his sister having someone that loved her as much as Brian did, and he was, but... God damn, his own feelings for Brian made him feel jealous, too. 'Cause she had what he couldn't.

Dom was seriously starting to wonder if he would ever move on. It's not like he and Brian had ever been a couple—it's not like Brian had been with him and then he went for Mia—but for some reason, he couldn't help but feel that way.

It was fucking tiring.

When Jack O'Conner was born, Dom hadn't been sure what to feel.

That was, until he'd seen Jack being held in his mother's arms for the first time. He was beautiful. The first time Dom saw into the baby's eyes, he saw Brian's electric blue eyes looking up at him, and it made Dom smile. Jack was the perfect mix of the two people he loved most in this world. He had Brian's blond hair, blue eyes, and that same, bright smile, as well as Mia's features.

Dom loved his nephew. He brought him joy he hadn't felt in a long time. In fact, everyone in their family adored Jack. They all spoiled him, all loved him. It was a good change. And as Dom held the now-a-few-months-old Jack in his arm, he thought that, maybe, Jack was how he would finally heal. It would be extremely ironic, considering how much it had hurt him to find out about Mia's pregnancy, but it was okay.

After all, Dom adored his nephew. Jack brought happiness—to him, to Mia, to Brian—and Dom was glad for that.

"Hey, Dom," Brian greeted easily as he walked into the terrace where Dom was sitting. Jack seemed to recognize his daddy's voice instantly, because he raised his arms towards Brian, signalizing he wanted his father to pick him up. "And hey there, Jack!"

Dom had to smile at the baby voice Brian used when he took Jack from his arms. Months ago, Brian had been scared shitless about becoming a father, since he hadn't had a father figure himself. Dom had assured him he would be a decent dad, but Brian still had been hesitant. He had no reason to be though, because he was a great dad—Dom could see it. Brian loved his son more than anything—he would do anything for him, would always put him first and do what is best for him.

It was funny; seeing this crazy ass white boy being a daddy was something Dom wouldn't've expected almost seven years ago. But, things changed, and Brian really was nailing it being a dad. Fatherhood was good for him. It made him more attractive, too, but it also showed he was off limits. Dom was still learning to deal with that, but he was managing. It was okay.

Dom watched Brian make funny faces that made Jack laugh and he smiled.

It was definitely okay.

Dom stared at the picture Hobbs had given him, feeling too many emotions at once as his mind processed what he was seeing.

Letty was alive.

His Letty was alive.

He'd thought he'd lost her forever. He'd thought he'd never see her again. That he'd never hold her, kiss her, make love to her—just have her with him. But, apparently, he was wrong. Letty was alive. She was out there. He could get her back. He didn't know why she didn't come back, didn't let him know she was alive, but Dom knew Letty, and he knew that there had to be a damn good reason for her not to come back.

It didn't matter for now, anyway. The important part was that Letty was alive. And he could bring her back. He would bring her back. He loved her, and she was family. He had to bring her back home. He wasn't gonna give up until she came back, to him, to their family.

And for the first time in over a year, Dom had hope.

A few weeks ago, Dom wouldn't've pictured himself in this situation.

Back in Los Angeles. Back in his old home in Echo Park. With all of their records wiped clean. They weren't on the run anymore. They were free—truly free—and back home where they belonged. And they had Letty back with them, and Dom couldn't be gladder. Yeah, she didn't have her memories, but she was still his Letty, and Dom would take what he could get. After about two and a half years of thinking she was dead, having her back was the biggest blessing Dom could ever ask for.

Unfortunately, getting Letty back meant the loss of one of their sisters. Gisele sacrificed her life to save Han's. She'd helped to get Letty back without really questioning anything. The whole family had. Then there was also the fact that she had known about his feelings for Brian. They'd never really talked about it again after she'd mentioned it back in Rio, but after Dom was completely assured she wouldn't tell anyone, it'd felt kind of nice to have someone know the truth.

Now, Gisele was gone just like Jesse and Vince. Dom knew he would mourn her just as he mourned the loss of his brothers. No-one had any idea where Leon was at yet, but hopefully he was doing okay. As for the rest, Dom was extremely glad everyone else was alive and well. Yes, they were all mourning Gisele—especially Han—but they would continue to live their lives.

Dom knew how Han was feeling, and he knew it hurt, but he was sure Han would find a way to continue living. He wouldn't ever forget of Gisele, but he'd move on. Dom was sure.

As for him and Letty, well, they were gonna be alright. Letty had said that it felt like home, and that was good enough for Dom. They were taking it one quarter mile at a time, building back their relationship. Dom's feelings for her never changed—he still loved her—and he could tell that Letty loved him, too, even if she didn't really remember him. That was okay. They would find a way to pull through.

As for his feelings for Brian—well… Dom turned his head to look at where Brian was standing, Jack in his arms and Mia by his side. Okay, so maybe his feelings for Brian hadn't changed a damn bit. He still loved him—and to this point, Dom accepted that he would probably always love him—but he couldn't have him, and that was okay. Maybe they weren't involved romantically, but Brian was still family—he wasn't going anywhere. They'd been through so much together; they'd developed a tight bond. Maybe Brian would never see it as a romantic thing, but Dom knew Brian loved him—as a brother, at least. It was something, and Dom was happy with that.

Dom lived for the next two and a half years with his feelings for Brian buried somewhere in the back of his mind. He'd never planned on telling him. He'd never, ever, planned on admitting that he'd fallen head over heels for Brian O'Conner, all those years ago, back when he was Brian Spilner, and even now, he still loved him.

Dom really had planned taking his feelings with him to the grave. However, the run in with Shaw's older brother made him change his mind. Han was dead. A bomb exploded and destroyed his home, and it almost fucking killed Brian, Mia, Jack and himself. They had Deckard fucking Shaw after them. Hobbs was in the hospital. They were recruited by Mr. Nobody to rescue Ramsey. They ran to Abu Dhabi to get the God's Eye—jumping fucking skyscrapers in a car while they were at it (Dom could still hear Brian yelling, "Cars don't fly!")—and went on a high speed chase mission in Los Angeles to get the God's Eye back and finally get Shaw.

They had almost died way too many times in that short span of time. It wasn't like they weren't used to danger, 'cause they were, but it helped to remind Dom of just how fucking fragile life was. In one moment you were living, and then in the next moment, you were killed—just like his father all those years ago, just like Jesse, Vince, Gisele, Han…

And that's when Dom decided it was stupid to keep it to himself. They didn't know what life would bring to them. They didn't know what would happen. So he decided to be honest with himself, with Brian. To finally tell him the truth, for the first time in ten years. And it made him feel fucking nervous—and that was not okay, because Dominic Toretto didn't get nervous—but he got over himself, and when he and Brian were alone out in the backyard, one typical Sunday BBQ, he decided to take his chance.

"Hey… Brian?" Dom called, hands sweating in nervousness, leaving his task of manning up the grill behind.

"Yeah?" Brian replied, leaving the pack of beers he'd brought on the table, turning to look at him, and those striking blue eyes almost made Dom lose his breath.

Shit…

"I just… I wanted to tell you that I—" Dom couldn't get the words out of his mouth. He looked at Brian, who was staring at him expectantly, and thought what this man had been to him for the last ten years. First he'd been just some punk that happened to have lunch at his diner. Then he was his savior from the police, and soon he was his friend. Then he was the cop that had betrayed them, and for the next five years, he would only allow himself to think of Brian in that way.

But, then he'd been his ally. And soon he was his friend again. His partner in crime. His best friend. His brother. The guy who had his back, who's always there for him. The one thing that hadn't changed, though, in all these ten years that had passed, was Dom's love for him. Ten years, and Dom still was in love with him.

Dom had known he loved Brian for years, so why was it so hard for him to say?

Just do it, you dumbass!

"I—I love you, Brian." There. He'd said it. He'd fucking said it. He'd finally said out loud what he refused to say for ten fucking years. It felt like a weigh was lifted off his chest. Like he'd finally could breathe again. Fuck, if he'd known he'd feel like this, then he might as well had admitted this sooner.

He'd been afraid of Brian's reaction, though. And honestly, he still was. Dom watched warily, not knowing what to expect. What if he screwed up? What if he'd freaked Brian out? That was the last thing he wanted to do. A smile formed on Brian's lips, and Dom was glad to know that, well, it seemed he hadn't screwed up after all. However, he still held his breath until he'd felt Brian slap his back, all brotherly.

"Yeah. Love you, too, man," Brian grinned at him. "You're a rad brother," he joked as he let out a chuckle.

Dom watched as Brian went into the house, probably to where the pregnant Mia was preparing the salad, or where little Jack was playing with his toy cars. Okay, so that wasn't… that wasn't exactly what he'd been expecting. Well, fine, slight lie—there had been this small part of him that wished Brian actually returned his feelings and all, even though Dom knew that wasn't gonna happen.

All in all, it went pretty good. And even though Dom knew that when Brian had told him he loved him, he hadn't mean it in a romantic sense, he knew that he'd been honest about that. And that put a smile om Dom's face, 'cause—okay, so maybe he and Brian would never be together in that way, but he still had Brian with him, and his life was going pretty damn well considering everything. His family had survived yet another disaster, they'd gotten a new family member, Ramsey, and in some few months they would have another member added into their family, Brian and Mia's baby girl.

So, yeah. His family was good. He had Letty. And he'd finally told Brian his feelings, and even though he was the only one who knew the real meaning behind his words, it still felt like a weigh was lifted off his chest. Dom was content with his life right now.

Life is good.

And now this story is officially done! Hope you liked the ending. :) Like, I had this idea, but then one of my best friends said it and I found it hilarious how she made it sound and I had to do it. XD I dunno, maybe that's just me. :P So, yeah, fun times! Thanks you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed! And please leave a review! I would appreciate it a lot. :)