What if Letty and Dom did have a child in the first movie?
Nicole Toretto, a little firecracker and just like her parents in every way. But how would a kid change things?
How does a child grow up with running from the law, dealing with family deat...
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Chapter Forty-Three
A Year Later
Nicole sat in the garage, working at the desk.
Hair straightened and now back to the length past the center of her back, she kept one side tucked back to show her piercings.
A fitted blue cropped tank and black cargo pants with combat boots that had splattered blue paint on them.
Growing in her curves, her features on full display.
"Nicole." Dom walks in the shop.
"I didn't do it!" Nicole drops her feet from the desk.
"You probably did." Xander says from the other side.
"Don't you have something to work on?" Nicole asks him. "And no, I'm not talking about Raven."
Xander tongue pokes in his cheek, he looked to Dom before back at a smirking Nicole. A wag of his pointing finger as he walks back.
"Ohhh, your so lucky."
Dom walked over to her. "Not that lucky. Why weren't you in school today?"
"Ooooh." Xander says like a child.
"Shut up." Nicole spat, she looks back to Dom. "I was going to go!"
"But?" Dom waits, Nicole opens her mouth. "So help me God you better tell me a natural disaster."
"Well, it kind of was."
"Nicole."
"Okay, I may have have went to see the day race between Mark and the guy Lee,"
Xander pouts. "I thought Mark Lee was the same person?"
"Nah, your thinking of Mark G."
"Ohhh, right, right."
"You two are even more ridiculous then those names you just said. Xander. Out."
"Well," Xander gets up offended. "I know where I'm not wanted."
"Your not and go call Reed about his car being done."
"Why am I getting yelled at? Nicole's the one who ditched."
"Oh would you be quiet." Nicole hushed him. "Dad I just couldn't be in school today. I have those moments and I didn't want to call you guys and have you worried so I just left."
"I rather you called someone."
"Every time I do, one of you brings up a therapy chair." Nicole shrugs. "Hard pass."
"Not like you actually listen to us." Dom says. "Don't ever just not show up to school and not tell us. Your mother called me." Nicole eyes widened. "Exactly. Have fun with that talk when you get home."
