Isabella's POV

As much as I loved being in NYC for a while, I was ready to get back to London. Ever since I told Deckard about the baby, he'd become incredibly overprotective of me, and honestly, it was starting to get on my nerves. I understood where he was coming from, but I knew I needed to talk to him about it—to help him understand.

I got up, dressed, and packed. I slipped into my black pants, white shirt, and new white shoes I had picked up during a shopping trip with Letty. Letty wasn't much of a shopper, but she wanted to pick out some clothes for little Brian, which I thought was really sweet. I was also glad that Dom and I had made up and were working on rebuilding trust. Things were getting better between Letty and me too. Mia had called, and it felt good to be reconnecting with my family again.

Deckard woke up to find me packed and ready to go. He seemed worried. "I packed your bag for you," I said with a smile.

He leaned over, kissed my head, and asked, "Is the baby okay?"

I nodded. "It's hungry, so let's get some food."

Deckard grabbed his bag, and we headed to Starbucks to grab breakfast and drinks. We took a cab to the airport, checked in, and found our seats in first class. As we settled in, I noticed that Deckard was on the phone with a doctor in London, his worry clear as he spoke.

After a while, he hung up and looked at me, still tense. "I know I'm probably overthinking it, but I can't help it. I just want everything to be okay."

I reached for his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Babe, stop worrying. The baby is fine, and so am I."

He turned to me, eyes still full of concern. "I know. I just... I can't help but worry."

I smiled softly. "Decks, you're going to be a great dad. I know you didn't have the best role model, but that doesn't mean you'll be like him. You're already a better man than your father."

He smiled and leaned over to kiss me. When he pulled away, he said, "I'm already a better man because of you."

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. Then he added, "I'm sorry if I'm being overprotective. I just want to make sure our kids are safe."

"I know," I said, "but just turn it down a little bit, okay? For me?"

He nodded. "I'll try. Let's go home."

The rest of the trip back was smooth, and we arrived home around lunchtime. Deckard made us something to eat, and we sat down to talk about the baby and starting a family.

I took a bite of my sandwich and asked, "Deck, how many kids do you want?"

He smiled, thinking for a moment. "Well, I'm one of three, so maybe three. But if we want a fourth, I'd want to talk about it. It really depends on you and how you feel. It's your body, not mine."

I smiled. "Thanks, babe. I agree with three. I'm one of four, but having kids is tough on a woman's body, so I'd want to talk about it first if we ever decided on a fourth."

He grinned. "Sounds like a deal, babe." He leaned in and kissed my cheek happily.

The rest of the day was spent cleaning up the house and doing some laundry. Everything felt right, and for the first time in a while, there was peace between us.

But something told me that peace wouldn't last forever.

Author's Note:
Who thinks it's going to be a boy or a girl?