Harley Matthews. Part of the Toretto family. Some times a hot head, cocky, sarcastic...but always fair. So of course she's Dominic Toretto's girl. It had been an instant attraction from when she first stepped out of her customised Ford Mustang; she'...
"Dom." Harley whispers to her sleeping husband several months later, poking at his bare torso periodically. After many unsuccessful attempts, she huffs and throws herself onto her back; her blue eyes stare up at the white ceiling as she thinks. It's Dom's 31st birthday today. (I know this age might not be right but I've altered things slightly for my storyline. Don't kill me! Harley is 29, soon to turn 30, right now.) Harley had every intention of him enjoying the entire day since it was the first birthday they'd celebrate together - they hadn't celebrated properly for five years because of the whole wanted thing.
Dom stays sound asleep while his wife slips out of bed, putting on one of his shirts before sauntering downstairs. Now she wasn't going to poison him by trying to cook him some extravagant breakfast - the last thing she wants is him being sick today. Instead, she decides on making a simple breakfast but she'll bake something extravagant. And who cares if it's only breakfast time? Rules don't apply when you're an adult, especially when it's your birthday. So he's definitely getting baked goods for breakfast. She's grateful for her mom teaching her how to bake, this way at least she doesn't have to run around the Canary Islands trying to find the perfect cake - she can make his favourite all by herself.
The sound of the Spanish radio can be heard throughout the Toretto home as Harley bakes, dancing along to the music she's become accustomed to since living here. Dom's been helping her speak more Spanish since they moved and she's pretty proud of how fast she's learning. It helps that almost everyone around her speaks the language so she's had no choice in the matter of learning. The blonde found herself falling in love with the language even more than she'd liked it before. The couple found themselves having full conversations in the language until Harley got frustrated and couldn't think of the right word - she'd curse and immediately go back to English.
The sound of the oven makes the blonde turn away from placing French toast neatly around a plate; it looked quite nice for a simple meal. She just wouldn't tell Dom how many times oil had spat out and she'd dashed to the other side of the room. Or how most of the time she was stood around the side of the counter while she flipped the toast. Harley grabbed the oven mit as she pulled the oven door open to check on the cake, a smile overcoming her face when she sees it's done. Humming contently, she pulls it out and places it on the side to cool. It's a wonder Dom hadn't come downstairs from the smell alone.
There's a mix scents drifting through the home. From the egg that had been cooking earlier, to the freshly baked cake sitting on the side while Harley started on icing. Her hips move along to the music as she mixes it up, adding in whatever she may need. An unstoppable smile is set on her face as she steps away from the counters, sipping at her glass of water.
"Leah?" The blonde's blue eyes widen and she dashes out of the kitchen to the stairs, seeing Dom starting to walk down. And as much as she'd love to stand and admire his shirtless body, she's on a mission.
"Nope. Back upstairs right now. You're not allowed to see anything yet." Harley exclaims, tossing the dish towel in his face. She snorts when it lands perfectly on his face and he stands there in shock, slowly taking it off. "Go back to bed." She orders him.
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