Author's Note: One shot. Just something that popped into my head. I'd like to think that after Fast Six my favorite couple ends up together and gets a chance to have something a little normal. A sweet moment between family. I guess you could call this fluff.
"In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I want to be
In my daughter's eyes"
In My Daughter's Eyes – Martina McBride
Hunched over the open hood of a car in the garage, the midday sun making the air feel dry and a bit stale, the man pretended not to hear the approach of small feet. The scuff of sneakers on the driveway, little falling-apart black converse, tiny red jeans, a black t-shirt with a little car on the chest. He smiled to himself, staring down at the engine and wires without really seeing them, watching out of the corner of his eye as those sneakered feet wandered closer. Tiny hands trailed along the side of the car, a little voice singing some half-nonsense song. The child dipped her head to look down at her feet, pressing up to her tiptoes. Black hair caught between curls and uncontrollable waves haloed her tiny head. She tilted her head, her huge, dark eyes sliding up to meet his and she grinned. A wicked little smile that promised mischief as she sidled up to stand beside him at the hood of the car. Tiny hands curled against the car's nose as she stood on her toes again, peering curiously at all the exposed parts.
"What doing?" she asked, her childish voice lilting up at him.
"I'm replacing the battery," he said, pointing to the one he'd removed just minutes before.
"Cause it died?" she chirped, looking up at him with those big eyes of hers. The three year old hadn't yet mastered perfect sentences, but she knew more about cars than most kids in high school.
"That's right." He smiled, ruffling her hair. "What are you doing out here by yourself?"
"Not by self," she corrected, looking very serious. "Papi's here." She pointed at him.
Well she had him there. Still. "Does your mother know you're out here?"
The child pouted, her lower lip jutting out slightly as she rocked backwards on her heels. "Uhm… maybe…?"
"That would be a no," a voice from the open door said, laughter in her tones. "But I figured where she'd be."
The woman standing there with the daylight at her back was a grown version of the tiny girl. The low-slung jeans had seen better days, but they'd spent the morning painting the house and she'd left them on. Her feet were bare, toenails painted purple… of all colors and she wore a snug black tank top. Her dark hair was loose, untamed waves framing her face and she smiled, watching him with those same dark eyes.
"I just thought about where I'd have been at her age," she said.
He laughed, leaning over to drop the new battery in place. "That's probably true. For both of us."
Stepping into the garage the woman leaned down to scoop up her child, tickling her until the girl was giggling and squealing. The sound was music to his ears.
"You little sneak," the woman said, holding her daughter upside down. "You were supposed to be helping Mami clean up your room. Don't you get enough of cars when you come with Papi and me to the garage?"
"No Mami, no!" the girl laughed, wiggling around until she was red-faced. "Papi save me!"
"How about this," he relented after a moment. "We'll go inside and clean up your room, and tomorrow you can come with Papi when he goes driving at the old track."
The girl gasped in delight, squirming until she was set on her feet, then turned to run back to the house as fast as her little feet would take her.
"Dom…" his wife scolded, watching her disappear into the back door. "You're really going to take our daughter to a race track?"
"Come on Let… I promise I won't drive that fast. Besides, my Dad took me out on the track when I was about her age. No one else will be around. It will be totally fine."
She sighed. "Listen to me, all responsible and shit. I blame your sister's influence."
He laughed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close for a slow kiss. She leaned into him, her hands sliding up his back. They'd been through so much, the two of them. Love, loss… criminal enterprise… fleeing the country, one supposed death and a whole lot of hurt between them. And somehow after it all they'd found themselves together again.
Dom slid his hand into Letty's hair and she turned her head against his chest, relaxing for a long moment. He grinned and nuzzled the top of her head.
"You're coming tomorrow too, aren't you?"
She scoffed. "Of course. As if I'd let you leave me behind." She pinched his side and pulled away. "I'd better go check on your daughter before she breaks something. I swear that girl has more energy than the Tasmanian devil."
Dom laughed, letting her go. "She's got fuel in her blood, Let. And I think we're both to blame."