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Mike Oxmual was his name, well Hobbs fake name.

It was Valerie' idea to make the profiles and such but she had no idea about Deckard setting it up so Hobbs would be detained through security. But she didn't find it in her heart to care. Unlike Hattie who was quite upset about it.

Valerie took the seat between Hattie and Deckard after putting her bag in the holder. She never quite enjoyed public airplanes, but since Brixton knew about her private jet he would obviously have that secured off. Valerie subconsciously placed her hand on her stomach that grew a bit bigger. None of this going unnoticed by Deckard.

He wanted to address it but then again decided to wait until the drama with Hattie blew over. As Deckard and Hattie argued about the Hobbs situation she was pulled from her thoughts when a loud voice spoke.

"All right. Oh! Yeah. Let's see, where's my seat?
F1...F2...FU. You are an asshole," Hobbs says to Deckard, sharing a quick smile with Hattie much to Deck' dismay. "You're quicker than I thought," Deck muttered, placing his hand on Vals free one.

"Yup, because I have a secret weapon. People actually like me. You wouldn't understand that because you don't have any friends," Hobbs retorted, taking his seat to the left of Deck' beside their row.

"I love your babushka." Hobbs says to an elderly woman he sat beside. She thanked him and sent a nice genuine smile.

Valerie felt her stomach grumble a bit and lowly groaned. Deckard sighed, putting an arm around her he placed a kiss atop her head and placed his other hand on her stomach. Obviously making her furrow her brows and look up at him, "I know, love. We'll talk about it later." She hummed and leaned into his chest soon falling asleep by the sound of his heartbeat.

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"Couldn't have booked an emergency row for a little bit more leg room, huh? Not everybody has hobbit legs like you," Hobbs insulted, moving his legs to try and get comfortable. His voice making Val shift in her sleep, still laying comfortably in Deckard' arms.

"Hey, look. In case you didn't realize, I could give a damn about your comfort. So, why don't you be a good elephant? Suck up another kilo of peanuts. Put your chair back and relax." Deck retorted, still somewhat pissed that he's disturbing his pregnant wife.

"All right, listen, don't ever tell me to relax, all right? Don't tell me to do anything. Any time you ever say anything, it makes me wanna take my boot and shove it so far up your ass, you're gonna be spitting out shoelaces all week." Hobbs threatens, turning to face Deckard.

"Hey, you know what the problem is? I'll tell you the problem. This job... This job requires stealth. And you... Look at you. I mean, granted, it's not your fault. But you're too obvious. You stick out. Like balls on a bulldog.
Dangling down in all the wrong places. Seemingly harmless. And the next thing you know, they're trying to impregnate your sister." Deck says, subconsciously moving to face Hobbs, making Val tighten her hold.

"Ho! What? Impregnate your sister?" Hobbs shout-whispered, looking at Deck with a incredulous look.

"You heard." Deck muttered.

"Oh...Now, I get it." Hobbs says, Deck scoffed and rolled his eyes, moving his hand to Vals stomach, rubbing small circles there.

"You do? Good. I'm glad."

"Mm-hmm. Yeah, I'm glad. I'm very glad. So, you actually think that I'm going through all this effort, on this mission, trying to save the world, by the way, for a fourth time, because I'm really good at it. You think I'm going through all of this just so I can do the horizontal hula, sexy-sexy time with your sister?" Hobbs questions.

"Not all. Most." Deck snarled.

"Let me break it down for you, Frodo: This ain't 1955 anymore. All right, despite the fact that that girl sleeping right there is related to you, she's still one of the toughest, baddest, most capable women I've ever encountered in my entire life," Hobbs spoke, glaring at Deckard.

"And if she chooses to look the way of this big, brown, well-endowed, tattooed, mountain of a man, then guess what... I'm gonna let her climb this mountain over and over and over again." He continued further.

"Stay away from her. I see what you're doin'. What, do you think I'm stupid?" Deck glares, wanting so bad to kick Hobbs face in.

"Of course, I think you're stupid." Hobbs says, obviousness in his tone. Their loud whispers making Val groan and open her eyes, glaring at the boys. "Shut the hell up before you wake up the Air Marshal! I'm trying to sleep you dumbass!" Val scolded, the boys immediately huffing and shifting in their seats.

Val hummed and pecked Deckard' lips, leaning more onto his chest, and falling asleep. But obviously the boys just had to continue their argument, eventually waking up the Air Marshall.

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A.N: short chapter again sorry. Going through a lot of family problems and haven't had time to write. But I still have to rewatch the movie so I'll see you when I do that.

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