A/N: Never thought this story would get so many follows. Thank you so much! You guys are amazing x

This is a flashback of the wedding. At first, I wanted to go with the vows as we heard them in Furious 7, but then decided to add to it. I hope you like the adjustments I made. So many feels. I also added a little background info on Dom's family. Just felt the need to give a bit more depth to his character. Letty's will follow, too. Next chapter, back to the present – Dom and Letty's reunion.

Letty had spent the entire day finding something to wear for the wedding. She had tried shopping at a few stores in the city, but they'd had nothing she fancied, and then Andrés, the man who had helped Dom to find a place to stay and eventually offered him that cabin near the beach, gave the answer to all her prayers.

He had made a call and next thing she knew, Letty was being driven to a house somewhere outside town where Andrés introduced her to a lady, who promised to have the perfect wedding piece done until tomorrow. All she had wanted in return was for Letty to fix the family's car, because they needed it back up and running quickly.

It didn't take Letty long to figure out what was wrong with it – that had been an easy task. She was quite nervous, however, because even though she had seen what that woman could do with a little piece of fabric, she didn't know if the dress would look as amazing as she wanted it to. If it didn't, she wouldn't have time to get another one, and that kind of freaked her out.

She sighed, as she closed her eyes, tilting her head back to let the water run over her body, washing off the last remains of engine grease on her face. Relax, she told herself, leaning against the cold tiles with her back. She really wanted tomorrow to be special, but the most important thing about her wedding wasn't that dress, it was the man she was going to marry.

"Mind if I sit here and watch?" The sudden sound of her lover's voice almost made Letty lose her footing.

"Jesus, Dom! You want me walking down the aisle on crutches?" she exhaled, opening her eyes to see him sitting on the small chair next to the bathroom cabinet.

Dom smirked and lowered his head, shaking it lightly in amusement. When he saw the oil stains on her clothes, which lay on the floor, he frowned. "Why is your clothes full off– Have you been around a car?" he wondered.

"Just a little something I had to do today," Letty smiled, as she turned the water off and slowly stepped out of the shower. "Kept myself busy while you were out with the boys... whatever you guys were doing."

Dom jumped to his feet and moved towards her, grabbing a towel on the way over. When he came to stand before her, he wrapped it gently around her body. It made Letty smile. He could be really sweet and she was glad she got to see that every once in a while.

"Thank you," she whispered, as she put her arms around his neck. "What were you guys doing exactly?" Letty asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.

Who knew, maybe they had been out tuxedo shopping. But then again, Dom had made it pretty clear that he didn't want anyone of their friends involved in their wedding, so they probably had just done something else, like, sharing a few drinks, racing, talking about life, cars and women.

"You really wanna know?" Dom retorted and grabbed her around the thigh, pulling her a little bit more towards him. She was one of the most curious people he knew, but he loved that about her. It gave him the opportunity to tease her whenever there was something going on she didn't know about.

"Nah," Letty shook her head, "I'd rather wanna know what you're wearing tomorrow." She took his face in her hands to pull him in for a kiss, happy to feel him responding. When she was about to take his shirt off in-between kisses, Dom pulled back and laughed.

"Nice try, Ortiz, but I'm still not gonna tell you," he stated, letting her go. Dom turned around to enter the room next door where he threw a bag on the bed and started packing a few things, grinning as he caught a glimpse of her.

Letty stood there, puzzled, and needed a second to recover from that rebuff before she put on some clothes, a slip and one of Dom's wife beaters that looked like an oversized tank top on her, and followed him into their bed room.

"Where you're going? We're not even married yet and you're leaving me already?" she joked, standing with her arms akimbo, a few steps away from him. She tried her best to put on a straight face, but it was hard when Dom looked at her with that goofy grin.

"You won't get rid of me that easily, Let. I'm just sleeping at–"

"C'mon, Dom, you really wanna spend the night alone?" she quickly cut him off. "Without me?" She let her arms fall down her sides and approached him, a smirk on her lips. "Really, Dom?"

"Of course not, but you know what they say... Seeing the bride before the wedding means bad luck," he explained, dropping everything to welcome her with his arms – an invitation she was happy to accept, as she felt his strong grip locking her in his embrace again.

"Well, thank God we don't believe in these things, right?" Letty chuckled, cupping his face. "You're staying right here," she told him, pecking his lips. "We can pretend, we're just friends hanging out... enjoying ourselves." They both immediately burst out laughing.

"You mean like we did all those years ago?" Dom laughed. "When everyone was telling us to make it official and we still pretended we were just friends having a little fun with each other?" He remembered it well. It had taken them ages to admit to themselves that they had fallen for one another. And it had taken them even longer to confess everything to each other and become a couple.

"You ever thought we would end up like this?" Letty grinned. "You were such a dick back then and now you're my fiancé. You have to admit that's kinda funny... How we've gotten here. Didn't see that one coming." She could see in his eyes that he felt the same way. He knew exactly what she meant. It was all there in his face. He didn't need to say it aloud.

"But how do you feel about–" Dom said something after he had shared another kiss with her. "You know this will be your last night as Letty Ortiz, right?" Knowing that this would most definitely turn into a heated argument he would enjoy nonetheless, Dom smirked.

"Because?" Letty knit her eyebrows together, not understanding.

"Because we're getting married tomorrow and that means you'll be leaving the church as a Toretto," he made himself clear without further ado.

"I don't think so." Letty looked at him with a mix of confusion and seriousness. She hadn't really thought about it, but what on earth made him think she would just adopt his name without discussing it first? Of course she felt the need to protest against it now.

Dom laughed, stroking along the sides of her body with his hands. "Oh, you should, because I won't stop calling you Mrs. Toretto," he teased, pinching her a little so her muscles twitched and she cringed.

"Don't you dare," she hissed, her lips pressed so tight together that only a small sound made it through.

"All I'm saying is, Letty, I always imagined you to become a Toretto, so you better get used to it," Dom continued to take a firm stand over what he wanted.

Had she really expected any different from him, though? Family was everything to him, so of course he wanted them to share his last name. If she didn't agree to it, he would still be a very happy man, no doubt about that, it was just that her being officially a Toretto would put the cherry on the cake. She had to understand that, hadn't she?

"Liar! You never thought of marrying me in the first place," Letty argued plainly, but then had to grin at the realization that she really made a point there and he would have to admit that no matter how hard he tried to ignore the fact.

"Well, but you know what I mean." Dom felt caught, as her argument was kind of justified, but tried to cover it up by looking at her in a self-opinionated way.

"I think I know and you can kiss that thought goodbye right here, right now," Letty responded. "I'm not that old-fashioned, you should know that. And tell me, Dom, why does it always have to be the girl who adopts the man's name, like, why can't you become an Ortiz, huh?" she came back at him.

"Are you kidding me, Let? You know I can't do that," Dom laughed, obviously enjoying himself. It didn't make Letty angry, she liked this as much as he did, but his cocksure behavior was slightly annoying.

"Oh, but I have to? Seriously?" She stepped back from him a little to support her adverse emotional reaction and looked at him with both her eyebrows raised. He clearly wasn't the best in alleging reasons for his argument.

There was no doubt that in her heart she felt like one of them, like she was an official member of their family and to her that meant more than a piece of paper ever could, and she did understand why it was so important for Dom that she adopted his name, at least added it to her maiden one, but he still could have approached the subject with a little more respect.

"Letty, I don't wanna argue with you about that, okay? I'm too happy to fight," Dom smiled. "If you wanna stay an Ortiz, then I'm fine with it. I care more about you than a stupid name. I just really–" He paused, grabbing her hands. "I don't know... I just love the thought of sharing my last name with you is all," he declared in a very sweet tone.

Letty didn't know for sure, if Dom had used that voice on purpose, knowing she could hardly deny him anything when he did that, or if he was sincere. Seeing the look on his face, she assumed it was the latter. Maybe she really needed to allow herself some time to think about this and not reject it out of hand.

"Alright, listen to me," Letty got his attention, suddenly having an idea how to solve this little issue they had. "First thing tomorrow... before the wedding... I race you for it," she made a proposal Dom couldn't possibly say no to.

She knew the wedding wasn't until late afternoon, so even if she had to get ready, there was still enough time to find out which surname would be written down on the marriage license later. A race was the perfect way to sort this out, once and for all. They both were great drivers, so they both had a fair shot at winning and no one could complain afterwards.

"You mean–"

"I mean, we race," she answered, "and if you win, then I will be Leticia Toretto from the moment we put our names on that piece of paper, but if you lose–"

"Which will not happen," Dom interrupted her, smirking.

"But if you lose, Dominic Toretto," Letty continued, not letting Dom's annoying smirk make her lose that train of thought, "I get to decide who I wanna be and you can't argue with me about that. Never again, you hear me? I win that race and it's done. I'll be whatever I choose to be and if I'll keep my name, you... as my dear husband... will respect that. Got it?"

Dom loved the idea and there was no way he was going to lose that race. After all, he always won when it mattered. Besides, he really was the better driver even though Letty thought differently. Well, maybe sometimes she had been ahead of him, but tomorrow she wouldn't be. He would win and Letty would become a Toretto – his wifey.

"Sounds fair to me," Dom replied, accepting her proposal, and soon after started to grin broadly. "Mrs. Toretto," he added teasingly.

"God, you still are a fucking dick!" Letty moaned in annoyance, hitting him hard against his shoulder. But as soon as she had turned her back to him and started walking over to the bed, her face was lit up by a happy smile. Even when he annoyed the shit out of her, he still was the most amazing guy. She just loved being with him so much.

Letty lay down on the bed, with her legs stretched out, resting her back against the wooden headboard. She eyed Dom carefully, as he came to sit next to her. He looked at her for a moment, and then laughed softly. She didn't wanna hear it, but she was really cute when she felt a bit nettled from the constant teasing.

"What," Letty questioned with a chuckle.

"Nothin', it's just your attitude... You kinda remind me of my mom," he told her with a quiet voice, memories flashing before his eyes of the time when his mother was still alive. "My dad once told me about how she didn't wanna adopt his name at first, but, you know, us Toretto men always get what we want. It's just a matter of time."

Letty had to smile at this revelation, but she also felt a lump in her throat, not knowing exactly what to say for a second. She had never really heard him mentioning his mother. Not like that. He usually just talked about his dad, which sometimes made her feel like his mother's death was a lot harder on Dom than he let everyone believe. People mostly assumed that his dad's accident was the only real tragedy in his life, but it wasn't.

"Do you miss her? Your mom?" Letty asked in a whisper, scooting over to Dom. She wanted to be closer to him, wanted to comfort him even if he thought he didn't need to be. She felt Dom's arm wrapping around her shoulder, and she leaned against him, breathing a sigh. There were times when she wished he hadn't had to go through so much pain in the past. She was glad all of this hadn't made him become a broken man.

"Only sometimes," Dom finally answered her question after he had been silent for a while. "I've hardly gotten to know her, but I never forget that voice. And her smile was– It always made me feel loved, even when I knew for sure I had pissed her off," he chuckled. "When I cried, she used to make up silly stories to make me laugh. One time that involved my dad trying to cook something and blowing up our kitchen, though now I think that did really happen and that's why he spent all this time in the garage."

Dom stifled a laugh and tried to make eye contact with Letty by turning his head in her direction. It certainly wasn't easy remembering his parents, but if there was anyone he felt safe enough to share this memory – and the pain – with, it was Letty. "Don't you think it's weird that you might not remember a lot about a person except for these little things that seem so... dull?"

Letty smiled, putting one hand on his cheek to caress him before she let it fall down onto his chest. Dom put his hand on top of hers. "Those are great memories, Dom. I'm sure she was a great woman." Letty was happy he had opened up about his mother like that. It was only a little compared to what he had told her about his dad, but it was a start. Maybe he would do it more often now that he had taken that first step. Letty definitely felt like there was a lot more to learn about Mom Toretto; many great things.

"It's a shame she passed away so soon. I'm sure she would've loved you... just like my dad did," Dom smiled at her, wondering what their wedding day had been like were his parents still alive – and attending. His mother probably would have been all over him, making sure he looked his best on this special day and his dad would have made stupid comments on how he had paid Letty to marry him.

"That's because I'm so lovable," Letty laughed, making Dom laugh, too. "You just gotta love me."

She quickly shifted onto his lap and faced him with her knees resting on the mattress next to his legs. Letty placed her hands on Dom's torso, slowly moving them under his shirt from where they travelled further up his body to his chest. She saw him looking at her hands, noticing their movement with a raised brow, and grinned at his reaction.

"Because you're so charming?" Dom remarked, looking up to her, with his hands now on her back.

"And polite," Letty responded. "And smart. My intelligence can be quite intimidating in fact... as you already know..." She tried her best stay calm and not burst out laughing. "I also happen to be very good with cars... Fixing them, driving them... You gotta love that about a woman, don't ya?"

Dom nodded, grinning. He tugged at her shirt – she looked damn hot in his tank tops – and pulled it over her head, a move Letty was happy to assist him with. He tossed it away and took a moment to admire the delightful view of Letty's upper body. "You're incredibly sexy, too," he stated, licking his lips, obviously liking what he saw.

"What you gotta love most about me, though, is my big mouth... and what I can do with it when I'm not talking," she purred.

"Care to show me?" Dom asked, his mind spinning with extant at the promise of emotional and physical fulfillment that lay ahead.

"I'm gonna make you feel it," Letty countered with a smirk on her lips, sliding down his body and taking his shorts along with her.

When Dom awoke, Letty was gone, but he saw that she had left him a note with details on where to meet. He grinned, as he lay the piece of paper on the nightstand, and that grin slowly turned into a big smile. Dom sighed contentedly, letting his head fall back on the pillow. Today was the day. He would marry the love of his life, and while he usually hated getting up this early, he couldn't wait to see her again. So, it didn't take him long to arrive at the location where Letty was already waiting for him.

He saw her leaning against a car, her hair falling down her back curling meekly on the ends. She wore a leather-look biker jacket, stylish moto details bedecking it with a pointed, notch collar, pockets and matching asymmetrical zippers. Zipper detail adorned the sleeves while an adjustable belt offered her a custom fit at the waist. With a white top underneath and a pair of blue, ass-hugging jeans, Dom thought she looked sexy as hell.

"You seriously wanna race me in a GSX? I thought this was supposed to be a tight match." Dom inspected the 1970 Buick, wondering what it was hiding under the hood. He knew Letty wouldn't show up with a car that couldn't compete in a race.

"Wait till you see what this baby can do," Letty smirked, opening the door of her ride to get ready. When Dom had gotten back into his car and appeared next to her, she told him, "There's a corner about three miles ahead. We take the turn and then it's just a quarter mile until a gas station. First one to arrive there wins the race. You good with that?"

Dom flashed a grin, looking at the road ahead and then back at her. "Letty, I don't care which route we take, you know I'll be the first one there anyway," he said self-assured, confident of victory.

Amused, Letty shook her head and laughed softly. "Whatever you say, Dom."

Putting both hands on the wheel and her foot on the gas pedal, she looked over to Dom, who gave her a nod, signalizing that he was ready when she was. The traffic light turned red and as soon as it told them to go, they both hit the gas, pedal to the metal. They went head to head, but just a few minutes into the race, Dom saw a driver coming in the opposite direction and had to drop back a few feet not to cause a crash.

Shortly after the vehicle had passed, Dom pressed full throttle again and gained on Letty's car in front. Letty, who had been focusing on the road, startled when her car jolted from a blow in the rear bumper. "Not gonna happen, Dom," she growled. Not yet, she thought.

He swerved right as if to pull out. Letty crept right. In the rear view, Dom pulled back left, so Letty whipped back to the same direction to keep him from passing her. When they reached the curve, Letty flipped the switches and knew right away that it would cost her. The back end kicked out and her car began to slide sideways. She tried to regain control, but only managed to do that when it had already hit the curb.

This was all Dom needed to take the lead. Drifting as smooth as always with his car round the corner, he made the turn and went the last quarter mile at full speed, knowing she wouldn't be able to catch up to him in time to win. But Letty didn't swear like a trooper. Instead, she started smiling from ear to ear.

As she came closer, she saw him get out of his car with a toothy grin on his face, watching her as she reached the gas station and stopped the car next to him. By the looks of it, he thought her little accident had been just that – an accident. But for Letty, it had been part of the plan, and seeing him now, she knew it had worked perfectly. Dom had no idea that she'd played him.

Almost all night, he had been going on and on about the name thing. Then she had tried to fall asleep, but her excitement about the wedding had kept her awake for a few more hours, so eventually, she had started to think about their argument earlier. And she soon came to realize that Dom's happiness meant everything to her. If adopting his last name was one of the things that made him happy, then she was willing to do it for him as a kind of wedding gift. Besides, the thought of becoming Letty Toretto wasn't that horrible actually.

Dom walked slowly towards her. He was glad he had won that race. For a minute she had seriously had him thinking that he couldn't get passed her. She was just too good behind a wheel. But her excellent driving skills had impressed him from very early on, so that didn't came as a surprise to him. What surprised him was the way she had handled that curve.

"What happened back there?" he wondered, yet the look on his face clearly demonstrated that whatever had caused her to fall behind didn't matter to him. All he cared about was that he had won. Everything else was just a side note. Although Dom loved to rub it in. "Still upshifting early, huh?" he said, smirking.

"I don't know, man, I just lost traction. Guess I was so excited about beating you, I forgot to focus," she laughed, closing the door of her car. She knew her hair must be a mess, so she ran her fingers through it as if they were a comb. Then she smiled at him. "But whatever, Dom, you won, so–"

Dom moved closer, pushing Letty with her back gently against the car. He placed his hands on her hips and looked at her. "So, I get to call you Mrs. Toretto now." His words were more like a question than a statement.

"Not now, but later," she told him, locking him in her arms. "I said, you win and I'll be a Toretto, and you won, so you can call me that... after we're married." When she saw Dom's grin disappear, she stroke his back with her hands and asked confused, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Dom heaved a sigh. "I think I'd rather wanna have you adopt my name because you want it, not because you lost a race," he expressed his thoughts, looking at her fondly. He really wanted this, but he also wanted her to want it. He didn't want her to feel obliged to do it, because she had given him her word. He wanted her to be happy with the choices she made.

"Hey, it's okay, Dom," Letty smiled up at him through a dark sweep of lashes, thinking of how sweet he was for bringing this up. "I told you I wanna race you for it and I meant it." She took his face in her hands and rose up on her tiptoes to press her lips against his. "And Letty Toretto doesn't sound too bad, right?" she breathed into his mouth.

Letty stared at the white dress she held at arm's length, and she felt like she had been doing so for hours. Never in her life had she believed that she would ever wear something like that and now she couldn't stop looking at it. It was beautiful. It was the perfect outfit for the perfect day.

She heard someone knocking at the door. When she asked who it was, a female voice answered, "Soy yo, Carmen. I came to do your hair."

Letty put the dress down gently, straightened it out on the bed and went to open the door. "Thanks for coming," she welcomed the woman with a smile. "I have no idea what to do with that, so I could really use the help," she chuckled lightly. She was extremely glad people around here treated her with nothing but kindness. She couldn't do all this without their support.

As soon as Letty was ready and stood in front of the mirror, she felt her heart racing. "I can't believe this is really me," she laughed, turning her head to Carmen, who smiled at her. "Te ves muy hermosa con ese vestido," Letty heard her say and in consequence of being called beautiful her cheeks blushed.

Letty touched herself, moved her fingers cautiously over the fabric as if making a quick movement could tear it. Then she touched her hair, almost with the same caution as she had touched her dress. "I love it, Carmen. Muchas gracias," she thanked her and turned around to put on her shoes. It took some getting used to, but by the time she reached the church, Letty had managed to walk in them just fine.

Nerves fluttering, she walked in – and then she saw him standing in front of the altar dressed in what seemed to be a wife beater. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me," Letty murmured, a small smirk stretching her mouth. Maybe she hadn't expected him to wear a tuxedo, but definitely not that. However, seeing him dressed all in white did make him look incredibly handsome, she had to admit.

"She'll be here soon," Dom told the minister while he kept massaging his hands. He was so nervous, he couldn't think of a time where he had ever been more anticipating a moment in his life than he did right now. When he heard a noise, Dom turned around, facing the entrance of the church – and there she was.

His jaw dropped at the sight of her beauty. Her hair framed her face in such a way as to make him draw a deep breath of appreciation. The circlet with white flowers added to Letty's beautiful appearance like a tiara on the head of a princess. The stunning, floor-length white gown that hugged her curves in the most perfect way, line for sexy line, and the white edges of her veil blown behind her like wings, made him feel like an angel was walking towards him. Her skin was glowing and her eyes were radiant. He had dreamed of her like this, but never pictured her to look so entrancing in reality.

Letty gave him a smile, as she took the hand Dom offered her. She felt her heart swell up with love for him. "Hey, you," she whispered, already feeling the need to kiss him, touch him, make love to him like never before. She could feel the warmth in the way he was looking at her on her cheeks, as they turned red with embarrassment. Was this really happening?

"You look– I mean, I– You–" He tried to find the right words to even begin to describe the image before his eyes. Heart beating wildly, Dom bit his lower lip as he struggled to regain control of his wavering voice. "Got some ID with you?" he then said in a husky voice, smiling foolishly. By now, he had completely forgotten about the fact that there was someone else just a few inches away from them. The only presence he felt was hers; all he could see was Letty.

"What do I need to have ID for?" Letty asked confused, not getting what he was hinting at.

"Oh, nothing... Just wanna check if that's really you in that dress," Dom explained, bursting out in a hearty laugh that echoed through the empty church, filling it with life.

"Very funny, Dom," Letty retorted, "Really funny," and grinned. She couldn't believe it either, but this was one hundred percent her. This didn't feel like some kind of masquerade. This was as real as it could get. "You look... nice... by the way," she complimented him, that grin still playing on her lips.

"Don't worry, it's new," Dom tried to defend his choice of attire. He had picked out a shirt to go with the white tank top he wore, but he had felt slightly uncomfortable in it and so he'd decided to take it off. He hoped Letty didn't mind that he basically wore the same clothes he was always dressed in, but it didn't look like she did.

Dom lifted her palm to his lips and kissed it. Finally the day had come. He couldn't hide his happiness, besides the fact he didn't want to. After all these years, they were really here. They would get married and make this day last forever. He had never loved her more than in this moment. He had never been happier with her than he was now. She could see it in his eyes, and he could see in hers that she felt the same way about him.

"Do you have the ring?" the minister wanted to know, and Letty couldn't help but giggle. "Oh my..." Feeling slightly embarrassed that they had thought of everything but that she looked down to the ground. When she raised her head just shortly afterwards to face Dom, he smiled weakly before he reached behind to unclasped the necklace.

Dangling it from his fingers, he turned his attention back to the minister. "Will this do?" he asked, and in his mind slapped himself for not having thought of that earlier. The cross necklace was perfect as a token of their love for it represented their unbreakable bond. It had a sentimental value that didn't compare to anything else of value for them. It had been with them since the start and, after their death, would always remind their loved ones of the deep love Dom and Letty had shared throughout life.

When the priest asked him to go first, Dom cleared his throat. Truth was, he hadn't really thought about preparing any vows, but somehow he knew exactly what to say to her. The hardest thing was overcoming his nervousness to be able to tell her what he wanted, so he took another deep breath before he spoke.

"Letty, you're the one I can always count on to pick me up when times are bad, to share my joy when times are good and to tell me I'm an idiot on the rare occasion that might be true," Dom laughed, making Letty smirk. "You know me better than anyone else in this world and somehow still you manage to love me," he said, stroking the back of her hands with his thumbs.

Dom felt so blessed that she had the ability to see right through him; to see the good in him, which he sometimes was so great at not letting anyone see. Without her persistence to get to know him and the belief that there was more to him than he let on, they wouldn't be here. He wouldn't be standing here in front of her on his way to becoming her husband.

"You know I always say that I live my life a quarter mile at a time, focusing only on the next stretch of road, the next milestone," Dom reminded her of the words he lived by, "but with you I see the whole road ahead of me." He smiled happily at Letty like a little boy on Christmas morning, taking in every small detail of her face. "And right now, right here, that's where our future begins."

Dom paused for a second to look her deep in the eyes. Letty wasn't crying, but he could tell she was close. She probably just held back her tears to not ruin her bit of make-up. She looked ravishing, especially with that huge smile on her face. Glowing happiness radiated from this beautiful bride he had the honor of marrying.

"We have eternity in this moment," Dom finished saying his vows, and the smile that spread across his face grew even bigger while the love that flashed in his eyes, as he looked at her in silence, seemed to promise her something that couldn't even be put into words.

It made Letty weak at the knees. She needed this to be over soon, so she could finally kiss her husband and be with him in ways her body ached for when she looked at him – and he looked at her like that. He made her so happy. Did he even know how much? No one had ever sent her emotions in such a swirling mess. But it was a good mess. It was that kind of mess that made her feel like she could touch the stars. Granted, she was like those sappy girls she had always made fun of, especially right now she thought she was, but no one needed to know this. No one ever needed to know this. Except for Dom maybe.

When the minister coughed slightly, Letty realized that it was her turn to say something. She hadn't prepared anything, but when in her life had she ever had thought first and talked later? She knew what she wanted him to know and so she started telling him, "Dom, my greatest challenge ever in life was to allow myself to feel; to let the feelings I had for you just flow in and around me and see where they would take me. I was so afraid to be vulnerable, to get hurt, that I didn't dare to dream. But your love made me believe that dreams do come true... Although until today, I didn't even know I was dreaming of this," she said, releasing a giggle that Dom responded to with a laugh.

He was completely unconscious of the impression he was making in his mirth. There was a beautiful quality about his laugh that held Letty captive to the point of speechlessness, and so she took a moment to just stare at Dom, completely enamored by him. While she did, her mind walked down memory lane, remembering how it all started. They had come a long way indeed. Who would've thought that she, who was so sure of not needing any man ever in her life to make her happy, would be standing here feeling like a life without that man in front of her didn't make any sense?

She thought of their very first encounter, the ups and downs of their relationship up until now and she remembered what Dom had told her just a few moments ago. A huge smile captured Letty's face as she did and her eyes began to sparkle. He was right; they did have eternity in this moment, because they would always – always – remember this day. They would always be together.

"You will never be alone again," Letty continued, making him a promise she knew she would never break. "I vow, wherever you go, I go. You ride, I ride. You fight, I fight. And if you ever die on me, Dominic Toretto, I'm gonna die with you," she declared, her voice cracking a little, yet sounding a bit more serious than she had intended it to.

As the minister gave them God's blessing, Dom and Letty competed in a staring contest, which ended even before the priest was done. Dom didn't need to be invited to kiss Letty. He simply couldn't wait any longer. Eagerly, he pressed his lips onto hers, pulling her body towards him. Letty put one hand on his cheek when Dom picked her up, spinning her round like she were as light as a feather. One hand on his shoulder, the other one holding the back of his head, she laughed, blissfully happy to be in the arms of the man she loved more than anything. "I love you, Letty. I will always love you," Dom whispered against her lips before their kiss deepened and no words needed to be said anymore.