A/N: Well, you guys already know what I'm apologizing for. So, sue me. But not really. Cause you wouldn't get anything anyway. This chapter is sort of sad, mother/daughter fluff.

Chapter 28: The Motherly Wisdom

April, Sunday, Riley J. DaSilva Cemetery, 2:27PM

Letty sat in the driver seat of her Plymouth Road Runner. She'd been sitting there for nearly an hour. With Lana in the passenger seat, simply staring, wordlessly, out of the window.

"Mom?" She started, sighing. "It's Daddy. Just… go talk to him."

Still, Lana said nothing. This was the first time since Mateo's funeral that Lana had been in the DaSilva cemetery. It was right on the edge of town with the lushest grass, loudest chirping birds and most vibrantly-colored flowers. Still, for Lana, is was a deserted wasteland that had claimed her husband's body. But she craved to have a conversation with Mateo. He was her everything in life, and even still in death.

"It's marble, stone and dirt." Lana bitterly replied.

Letty closed her eyes, frustrated, and leaned her head against the headrest. Then, abruptly, she cleared her throat, removed the keys from the starter and opened her door.

"Fine. But I'm going to talk to my father." The younger brunette left the car, shutting the door loud enough to let her mother know that she was bit angry with her. She walked a yard or two before making at the four stepping stones that led to her father's grave. Sitting down in the grass, Letty pulled her sunglasses from the crown of her head and placed them over her eyes. The last time she visited her father's grave was the night before she left Spur. Her mother had been a wreck, tranquilized on Valium and chardonnay.

"Hey, Daddy. I know it's been awhile since we talked. I wish you were here. Mom's really going through it." She sniffed and picked at a few bladed of manicured grass. "She just loves you so much and I don't think she ever pictured her life without you. None of us did. I thought you'd be here to meet your grandchild." The thought of Lea brought a smile to Letty's face. "Daddy, Lea is the best thing that's ever happened to me. I know that sounds super cheesy, but it's so true. She gives me life, every day. Always learning and growing and even teaching me and Dom things. I wish you could have met her."

For the next few minutes, Letty caught her father up on what had been going on in her life since her return to Spur, Texas. The biggest thing was obviously that she'd gotten back together with Dominic Toretto. Although, in life, Mateo was not exactly Dom's number one fan, he did realize that his daughter was in love for the first time. It saddened her that he didn't know that Dom was her first and only love. She was marrying him. And her dad couldn't be there to walk her down the aisle.

The soft sound of rustling grass warned her that someone was slowly approaching. Letty wiped her eyes and turned towards the footsteps to find her mother, walking closer and hugging herself despite the warm weather.

"Mom." Her voice was gravelly with emotion as she stood from the ground, wiping any probable dust dirt from her behind in the process. She reached for her mother and pulled her into a strong embrace. She kissed Lana's cheek and squeezed her shoulders before slipping away.

"Mateo, mi amor," began Lana, "it feels silly speaking to the air. But, then again, you always made me feel silly. You always brought me out of my element. Why should it be any different in death?" She sighed. "I love you so much. I always have. And I always will. I don't think anyone will ever compare to you. And sadly, even if I did fall for someone, I believe all I would be able to do is think about you. My love for you is blessing and a curse. Always was."

Lana pressed a kiss to her fingertips and then gently placed them on Mateo's marble headstone. "I'm sorry I wasn't ready to come sooner. I just knew that it would be too real when I finally did come. And I was right. I'll be back soon, my love."

Letty and Lana sat at a rickety table outside of Joannie's Rib Shack. An abundance of food littered their table along with used napkins and half-empty beer bottles.

"Mom, did you and Daddy ever go through rough patches in your marriage?"

"No. We had a few spats every now and then. Mostly about you. But besides that, we were good. Really good." Lana wiped her hands on a soiled napkin. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. It's just… wasn't that something you were worried about before you got married?"

"Oh, darling, no," chuckled Lana. I was more worried about whether or not he would get sick of my cooking or my constant nagging. Or hell, even having sex with me."

"Okay, gross! Stop." Letty closed her eyes and tried to shake the mental image out of her head. That really had Lana in a chuckling fit.

"But, I was never afraid he'd stop loving me."

"That's not what I-."

"That's exactly what you're asking." The elder Ortiz smiled knowingly, bringing a Corona bottle to her lips. "Even if you and Dominic did go through a rough patch, he wouldn't stop loving you. That man is head over heels for you."

"You think so?"

"I know so. The way that boy stares at you when you're not looking. Or how he spent the past five years trying to get over you.""

"You think so?"

"I know so. The way that boy stares at you when you're not looking. Or how he spent the past five years trying to get over you. He's your puppy dog, Letitia. And you know it."

"I think I'm his puppy dog. I can't get enough of him."

"Well, then your honeymoon will be fantastic." Lana remarked. "Speaking of which, have you two decided on that?"

"Maybe Dominica. We've talked about it in passing."

"Let Nana know. She and Poppy have been saving for your honeymoon since you were a little girl."


"Because they never thought I'd have a kid. And when they saw how much of a tomboy you were, they never thought you'd get married. There must be about three grand in that honeymoon fund by now."

Letty rolled her eyes and gave a sarcastic, "Ha ha. You're hilarious."

"But seriously, Letty. Go into this marriage just like you went into motherhood, with your heart completely in it, and you'll do just fine. You'll always have me here to guide you when you need it."

"I know. Thanks, mom."

"Now, I've made an appointment for another dress fitting."

The younger brunette groaned dramatically. "Do I have to? Why can't we all just wear cutoffs and plaid shirts?"

"Because your father would roll over in his grave and your abuela would have a heart attack. You're wearing a dress and that's final."

"Yes, Mother."

Up Next: Final dress fitting and wedding practice.