An End and a Beginning
Life Unaccounted For Universe: Part 2
Summary: Part One of a series of one-shots in an AU setting inspired by a picture I found and put in the top corner.
Disclaimer: Hahaha, I wish! I own nothing.
A/N: Okay, here's a little bit of back story for you guys! And this chapter is even in Dom's perspective, so double win for me! Enjoy and review!
Dominic drove home listening to Aiden talk about something school related from the backseat. He added an 'uh-huh' and nodded appropriately. His son liked to talk, and would ramble as long as someone appeared to be listening. Dom thinks he must have gotten that trait from Mia – since it hadn't come from Letty or him.
He was just thankful to have missed another run-in with Letty's mother. Susana Ortiz could be pretty damn terrifying. To her, Dom had gone from 'that nice boy down the block' at age nine, to 'the bastard who couldn't keep his dick in his pants and knocked up my baby girl' at age twenty-one.
It was a startling realization.
Letty had been nineteen at the time, but her mother had still pitched a fit – and threatened to cut off his prized limb. In hindsight, it might have gone better if she hadn't caught them in the bathroom with the pregnancy test fighting over the directions.
After Susana lividly read the test, she had grabbed them both by the ear and marched them down the street to the Toretto's and made them tell his father. Anthony Toretto was a reasonable man, but he had quite seriously asked if his son was looking to have a switch taken to his ass. When he had finished giving them his 'Godfather' glare, he asked them just what the hell they were planning to do with their lives now that there was a baby on the way.
Letty's answer to that question had been to vomit on Dom's shoes.
Dom pulled into his driveway with a slight grin on his face. They had come a long way since then. Even if they weren't together, they were at least in semi-amicable terms most of the time – and they had grown up enough to be pretty damn good parents.
He barely put the car in park before Aiden was unbuckled and shooting out of the car. Dom got out quickly and leaned on the door. "Hey! What happened to waiting for a complete stop?" he called.
Aiden turned around with a broad grin that could rival his mother's mischievous smile. "It's not a roller coaster, Daddy!" Then he was running up the porch steps.
Dom chuckled and followed, only pausing to grab the packed duffle bag from the front seat. He barely got in the door before Aiden ran back at him.
"Where's Grandpa?"
"Didn't see his car", Dom shrugged. "He's probably at the garage still. He'll be home soon. Here", he passed over the small bag. "Go put this in your room. Then you can help me start dinner."
"Okay!"
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Less than an hour later, Dom heard the familiar engine as his father's car as it pulled into the driveway.
Aiden was scrambling off the chair he had been standing on while 'helping' his father cook. He was pushing open the front door when the older Toretto stepped onto the porch.
"Well, look who's here", Tony laughed. He bent down to kiss the top of his grandson's head and ruffled his hair before they stepped into the house. "It smells like your daddy's up to something in the kitchen", he said curiously.
"Just in time, Pops", Dom said as they entered the kitchen. "Dinner's ready."
Tony raised an eyebrow, making sure Aiden was busy. "Should I even ask how your day was?" he sighed.
Dom snorted and grabbed two beers from the fridge, passing one to his father. "I wouldn't ask me how my day was", he muttered wryly. "Aiden, go wash your hands, kiddo."
"How's your sister?"
"Fine", Dom shook his head before checking that his son was out of hearing range. "She's probably playing grief counselor – or bartender. Letty can still throw 'em back pretty hard if she's upset. Mia will give her a day to settle before she starts kicking ass over it."
Tony shook his head. "The situation is unfortunate", he said quietly. "You both deserve to be happy – however it happens. Family dinner on Sunday night", he stated seriously, "Everyone, no excuses. I'll call your sister and have her pass it on to Letty. I trust the two of you can behave?"
Dom stopped himself from rolling his eyes. It had been over a year since they had nearly started a brawl over a family dinner – his dad still hadn't let them live it down. "We'll manage."
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A/N: Well, that's chapter three – I know it's short, but I didn't want to drag it out too much longer. But I thought we needed a bit of Dom's voice before continuing. Enjoy! And thanks for all the reviews!