A/N: I hope you don't mind that this chapter is rather short. Gotta admit, I'm excited to write the Cuba fluff (and smut) that's to come...

"Are you nervous?" Mia watched her brother as he packed his suitcase. She couldn't wipe that stupid grin off her face.

"Why would I be nervous?" Dom asked, turning his head around to look at her.

"You know why." Still smirking, Mia sat down on his bed, staring at him. "So, how you're gonna do it?"

"I honestly have no idea."

"Dom," Mia called out, "I thought the whole point of going to Cuba was to set up a fancy proposal."

"I wanted to, but I thought it doesn't mean more just because I—" He paused, sighing. "You know I don't care about any of this. I just care about her. I want her to say yes is all." He did have a few ideas floating about in his head, but he still hadn't decided what to do. He was glad to know, however, that everything else had been taken care of—the wedding ceremony, the reception afterwards and, of course, they're honeymoon. Dom had it all planned.

"Are you worried she's not gonna want to marry you a second time?" Mia gave him a serious look. "But I thought you and Letty were—You know, I heard you." She started grinning as she thought of last night and how their moans and cries had filled the quiet air in the house. "And it did sound like you guys were getting along just fine." She gave him a little wink and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

Dom plunked down in the armchair across the bed, his gaze fixated on his sister. "I'm not worried that she might say no. I know she loves me, but she's still hurting, Mi, and I just want her... I need her... to be able to trust me again... To believe me when I say I'm gonna be there for her one hundred percent." He let his fingers run across the armrest. "I think it's my vows that I should be worried about, not the actual proposal or the ceremony or any other thing. Just my words. Those need to be perfect and I still don't even know what to say to her."

"She loves you so much, Dom," Mia assured him, smiling at him. "You seriously need to stop worrying." Standing up, she approached him and sat down beside him, on the arm of the chair. "You wanna know what I think?" She ran her fingers over his head, stroking it. "I think she'd even marry you again, if you didn't say anything else but 'I do.'" Then she kissed his head. "All she wants is for you to be honest with her. Tell her how you feel and she's gonna love every word of it."

"And you sure about that, because…" He had to smile at his sister's tenderness.

Mia laughed. "You know, she'd hate me for saying this, but at the end of the day Letty's still a girl... like me... and she's gonna love whatever you say to her... promise her... because she loves you. And I know you're gonna say the right thing, so don't worry about it, okay?" Giving Dom another kiss on the top of the head, Mia left the room, telling him she was going to see Letty and that she couldn't wait to meet up with them in Cuba in a few days.

"I love you, Mia," Dom managed to say to her before she was out the door, and smiled. He was happy to have Mia's support. No matter how badly he had fucked up in the past, she was always there for him, she had always been there, and there wasn't a day that he didn't thank the Lord for blessing him with a sister as precious as her.

Mia had barely seen Letty all day. It was like Letty was avoiding her and she could only think of one reason why that was. "Guuurl," Mia dashed into the kitchen, "next time you and my brother choose to have a heavy make-out session, can you please warn me to get some earplugs, like some really, really good ones," she vented, "'cause that noise was fit to wake the dead." Seeing her flinch at her loud words, Mia smirked.

Letty quickly bent down to pick up the knife that had slipped through her hands as her best friend had made that surprise entrance then turned around to look at her. She opened her mouth, but no words came past her lips, so Letty just laughed out loud, trying not to let her embarrassment show. It was pretty obvious the others knew of the excessive love-making Dom and she had been doing, because everyone had acted kind of weird that morning. Mia, Brian and even Rome who had stayed over for the night—and that had been seriously awkward, because that guy usually wasn't one to keep his mouth shut about these things. It was strange, but Rome seemed to be even more embarrassed about it than her.

"I'm sorry, babe," she said, calming down. "It just kinda... happened."

"Yeah, right," Mia laughed. "Like four times, huh?" She took one of the sandwiches Letty had made into her mouth. "I'm sad I won't be seeing you on your birthday," she told her as she ate it, watching her best friend make another one.

"Aww, c'mon, Mi." Letty flashed her a smile. "You'll survive." She leaned in to kiss her temple. "We'll have a belated party when I get back. Just the two of us, alright? No guys."

Mia sighed. "It's your first birthday since you've gotten your memories back. It's kinda a big deal. This one is special." She put one arm around her, holding Letty at the waist, and rested her head on the Latina's shoulder. "All your birthdays are special. I'm so happy to have you."

Letty chuckled, looking at her from the corner of her eye. "You wanna make me cry?"

Mia laughed softly, took one last bite of that sandwich and pulled away to be able to see Letty's face. "Seriously... how are you feeling?"

Letty leaned her back against the kitchen counter, standing right in front of Mia now, and smiled at her. "I feel really good," she answered. "It feels like Dom and I are finally getting somewhere, you know?"

"I could hear that," Mia grinned, gently bumping Letty's shoulder with her fist.

"Oh God, stop!" Her long tresses fell forward covering her face as she dropped her gaze to the floor, grinning. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

"Well," Mia raised an eyebrow, "how was it?" She tugged at Letty's hair, trying to expose her face. "You can totally spare me the details. In fact, I'd beg you not to say too much," she added, laughing.

"It was..." Letty looked at Mia again and her smile lit up her face as she thought of the passionate moment she had shared with her husband last night. "Amazing!" Happiness rose up from her heart, through her throat, to her eyes. They sparkled. "I have never felt anything like that before," she said, smiling. "He was so gentle and tender." She laughed. "And then he... wasn't... You know, when we got to the—"

"Rough part?"

Letty nodded. "Yeah... Your brother can be such an animal in bed. It was pretty damn wild." Seeing Mia screw up her face in disgust made her laugh out loud again. "Sorry," she apologized, "was that too much info already?"

Mia closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously as though she was trying to get rid of the image inside her head that gave her a very clear picture of her brother and her best friend having wild sex. She had always appreciated the fact that even though she had heard them do it so many times over the years, she had never had to witness it. It was bad enough she had to listen to the noise. She didn't want to imagine the actual deed. It was gross. Totally disgusting.

"I'm happy you two got to... um... have fun, but let's stop right there, okay?" she said, looking at Letty again. "No more sex talk."

"You asked," Letty laughed. "I was just answering your question."

"Yeah, but Letty, when I ask you these things I don't really wanna—You just gave me nightmares."

Shuddering with disgust, Mia tried distracting herself by helping her sister-in-law pack all the food she had prepared in a lunch box. Dom and Letty had chosen not to take a regular flight to Cuba after Roman had offered them to use his private jet. He hadn't been serious when he had asked them why they didn't take his plane to have some more time alone, but once he had gotten the words out, it was too late. Dom had quickly accepted the offer and Roman hadn't had the heart then to take it back. The only condition he had was that they didn't leave any stains on his leather seats—which had made everyone laugh, because they all thought of the same thing.

"What time is it?" Letty asked, as she wrapped the last sandwich.

"3.30," Mia answered, "When are you guys leaving?"

"In, like, forty minutes. We gotta go now. You know if Dom's ready?"

"Of course I'm ready," Dom's deep voice sounded, as he entered the kitchen. "Suitcases are in the car. Plane's fueled up and ready to go. We're all that's missing."

"Oh, I'm gonna miss you," Mia said, sighing, and threw her arms around Letty. "Him... not so much. But you. Definitely you." She glanced at her brother, who was looking back at her with a cheeky grin on his face. "I love you, Letty. Take care." She pecked her lips, like she always did when they had to part ways for a while, and started grinning. "Don't let nana scare you. Deep down she really is a nice person."

Both Mia and Dom laughed. Letty just smirked, because truth was, she hadn't seen their grandmother since she'd been a young girl and she was really nervous to meet the entire family now, especially her. As far as she remembered, Ramona had always been very protective of her grandkids and that attitude did come off as scary sometimes. She also remembered Vince calling her 'the shrew' one night after she had rebuked him and Dom for treating their dates disrespectfully—Letty thought they'd deserved it. They had been skanks anyway.

"You know my abuela loves you, Letty. Don't let Mia get to you," Dom chuckled and grabbed the lunch box from the table. "She always has." He gave her a quick kiss against the side of her head. "C'mon, let's go."

"Aren't you gonna say goodbye to your sister?" Mia pouted, making him laugh.

Kissing her the same way he had kissed his wife, Dom hugged her. "I'll see you soon," he whispered into her hear so Letty couldn't hear it and smiled. "Make sure the guys don't forget their tuxes."

"I will," Mia said, smiling too. "And good luck." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left. She knew Letty was going to be blown away by whatever he had planned and she wished she could be there to see him propose. But at least she would be at their wedding this time.

"You know, I seriously can't believe I'm boarding a plane that says 'It's Roman, bitches," Letty remarked as they walked across the airstrip. She rolled her eyes, dramatically, and accompanied the motion with a rushed exhale. Dom laughed out loud. "But I guess, I still owe him a thank you for doing this for us."

When he looked at her, Letty's lips were curled up into a grin. "Yeah, I guess we wouldn't be here, if Rome hadn't done that," he noted, putting his arm around her. "You excited?"

"I really am," she said, smiling. "But I'm nervous, too." After walking up the staircase, she tossed her bags aside and sat down in one of the seats, looking at Dom, who came to sit right in front of her. "Haven't seen your grandma in forever."

"Come here," Dom said, pointing to his lap. Letty grinned and hopped onto it right away, and he raked his arms around her and locked her tight in his embrace. "Listen to me, Let..." he started, capturing her hand and intertwining his fingers with hers, but remained silent. Then, after a moment of quietness, his fingers lifted her face gently and Letty looked up to his eyes tentatively. What she saw made her cheeks blush. There was such gentleness in his eyes that she felt her heart skip a beat. His thumb was now touching her bottom lip, sending shivers down her spine.

"What?" she asked, giggling like a little school girl—uncontrollably.

"Once my family sees how happy you make me, they're gonna love you almost as much as I do."

"Almost?" Grinning at Dom's words, Letty wrapped her arms around his neck and began stroking the soft skin at the back of his head with her fingers.

Dom grinned back at her. "No one will ever love you as much as I do," he whispered and curved his palm around her cheek as if she were a rare and lovely flower. His cheesy grin had turned into a soft smile in seconds and he looked Letty in the eyes, as he reveled in the awe with which he watched her every move and expression. He quickly noticed the patches of red that stained her cheeks and it made him smile even more. She was so goddamn sweet, so beautiful—he was so lucky!

Letty put her hand to his face and stroked with infinite tenderness the delicate lined skin around his dark eyes. He definitely had the most gorgeous eyes, the prettiest face. She had heard people talk about him, say that he wasn't as good-looking and sexy as his attitude suggested, that he didn't look as handsome as he thought, but to her, Dominic Toretto was the very epitome of a beautiful man, inside and out. And no matter what they had been through, no matter how much pain he had caused her, she would never regret the moment she had fallen in love with him.

"I'm so happy." The words fell as a whisper from her lips. Letty hadn't even meant to say them out loud.

"I can see that," Dom chuckled, brushing his thumb across her skin. Her smile cut right into her cheeks.

He pulled her in a hug then and she threw her arms around Dom's neck again as she buried her head in his neck. Sighing softly, Dom held her close to his chest, rubbing Letty's back with his hands. A soft clearing of someone's throat brought them back to reality. They were asked to prepare for takeoff, but Dom had a hard time letting go of her, so they decided—they didn't even have to speak to each other—to delay their flight for a few more minutes. They didn't have any schedule to stick to anyway. Those were the perks of being the only people on the plane.

Smiling, Dom and Letty held each other in a close embrace as if they had but one breath, and eternally joined in one kiss. With that one long kiss they drew their whole souls through their lips as sunlight drank morning dew. Eyes closed, they hardly made a move, though the flames of love were flickering in their hearts, making them beat so fast it felt like a huge bird fluttering in their chests. It made them feel like teenagers sharing their first kiss. Letty's breath caught in her throat, escaping in a small gasp when their lips parted. Sharing a look as deeply as their kiss, there were no words either could conjure to express the communing of their eyes, so they stared at each other in silence until she finally slipped off his lap and sat back in her seat.

Letty chuckled when she looked at him. His tongue slid over his lower lip like he was tasting her, missing her mouth on his. She couldn't help but to catch a quick glimpse at his crotch. Seeing the small bulge in his shorts, she raised her head to look at his face again and smirked. Letty loved knowing that she had that effect on him. It made her feel desirable, wanted in a way no other man had ever made her feel—and she had met a lot of guys in her life that had been completely, visibly, turned on by her. She had always felt sexy, but she never felt sexier than when she was with him.

"Wanna join me later?" She cocked an eyebrow suggestively.

"For what?"

"Well, I don't know about you," she began explaining it to him while she fastened her seatbelt, "but I'm not so tired that I could sleep for, like, six hours, so I gotta keep myself... entertained." She emphasized the last word with a marked desire in her tone, almost purring it, and he immediately grasped her meaning.

"You want us to join the mile-high club?" Anticipating the idea, he stared at the Latina with one eyebrow arching as his lips twisted to smirk with his comment, "You know that's a very elite club, Letty."

Slipping out of her sandals, Letty stretched her leg out and ran her foot up Dom's thigh all the way to his groin, smirking back at him. "Babe, we already joined the back-in-the-car club. I'm pretty sure that makes us eligible for membership." She pressed her foot between his legs and felt his hard column of flesh through his shorts.

Dom growled softly and shifted uncomfortably in his seat, arousal tingling through him. "I'm not sure… Rome would… want us to…" He pulled in a breath between clenched teeth when she continued rubbing her sole against his crotch.

Letty lifted her other foot and slid it between his thighs and Dom went absolutely rigid for a moment, his breath hissing out between his teeth. Something between a snort and a giggle bubbled from her lips. She was laughing more at his reaction than his words, though.

"He'd hate to know we deflowered his plane," she said, grinning, "which is exactly why we should do it."

Feeling her nipples harden and heat blossom between her own legs, she rubbed him more, kneading his crotch with her foot. She was good at it—so good in fact that if he didn't know better, he would swear she was using her hand. Dom grabbed her ankle. His lips parted and a little burst of air came out. Oh God. If she did that thing with her big toe again, he might have to rip her clothes off while the plane was still on the ground. He had his eyes closed, trying to ignore the dull ache between his thighs, but the wave of need threatened to drown him. He let a few seconds pass in which he tried to focus, then released a deep chuckle.

"What?" she asked, holding her feet still.

"If this is what our vacation will be like, I'm gonna enjoy it a lot more than I thought."

"Baby, this is only the beginning," Letty said sweetly, a smirk on her lips.

You bet it is, Dom added in his mind, as a spark of excitement passed through those brown eyes, and he couldn't help but grin.