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'...
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Days had passed when Harley suddenly got a text from her older brother, telling her to meet him at the park. He asked if he could finally meet his niece. The blonde had been in two minds about it, wondering what had brought on the want for a meet up. The other half of her was happy - happy her brother was seemingly forgetting about his vengeance kick for now so he could spend time with his family. Owen had seen Amelia once, it had been when Harley went to see him in London while he was still in hospital. He'd been awake for a short amount of time - something that rarely happened. They usually kept him sedated because of the pain. Amelia wouldn't even remember, she was months old.
"Amy, you've gotta go in the car seat or we can't go." Harley points out with a sigh, looking to the two year old currently stood beside the car with folded arms.
"I don't want to." Amelia shakes her head, blonde locks swaying side to side as she scowls. They don't call them terrible twos for nothing.
"Well, sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do." Harley retorts, moving to grab the child. Amelia shouts another no before running off towards the house. Although she doesn't make it far because Dom intercepts just as she reaches the door. He picks his daughter, carrying her to the car.
"Alright, in we go." Dom tells the girl, strapping her in despite protests and kissing her forehead. Amelia glares at her father but he shakes it off, chuckling at the familiar facial expression. Clearly, she'd inherited the Toretto glare. Something else Dom had told Harley is that Amelia had her smile. The eldest Toretto said it was as if he was looking at Harley herself when their daughter sat there smiling or laughing.
"Thank you." Harley thanks her husband, kissing his cheek and fishing the car keys out of her pocket. "I'll call you when I'm heading back. We can all go for lunch." She suggests, glancing in at her still scowling daughter.
"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you both soon." Dom nods, turning to the car with a smile on his face and waving goodbye to his daughter. Amelia tries her best to continue sulking but her lips quirk upwards. "There's the smile." He grins. "Alright, I love you both." He tells them.
"We love you too." Harley pecks his lips and watches him head back inside, guilt creeping up on her for not telling him who they're meeting.
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"Mommy, look!" Amelia shouts with glee, from her spot in the sandpit. Harley looks over at her daughter with a wide smile, seeing the makeshift castle in front of her.
"It's beautiful." She compliments the small building, albeit a little distractedly. They'd been here for half an hour and Deckard was supposed to meet them twenty minutes ago. If there was one thing her brother never was, it's late. He was always scolding her for not showing up places on time. He used to be in the military and those guys are never late.
