Deckard's POV

I've seen a lot in my life. War zones, weapons labs, Eteon. Hell, I've stared down missiles with less fear than I felt watching Isabella waddle around the house this past week, and she was nearing the end of  pregnancy

She's beautiful, don't get me wrong—but miserable. Her back hurt, her feet were swollen, and she was done. Over it. She snapped at everyone, especially me. But I didn't mind, and she could cry and apologize so much, and I told her it was ok and I love her. I knew she was having trouble sleeping. Everything was calm. 

Today, the house was quiet. For once.

Owen, Hattie, and Mum were out shopping. Probably buying things we didn't need and bossing the salespeople around. So, it was just me and Isa.

She groaned from the couch, looking ready to throw herself out the window. I walked over and knelt beside her. "Getting uncomfortable, love?"

She looked at me like I'd just asked if fire was hot. "I want them out. I need my body back."

I brushed her hair from her face and leaned in. "I know. But you remember what the doctors said? Sex, walking, spicy food..."

She sighed. "Walking hurts. Spicy food's not my favourite... unless it's butter chicken with rice. And sex—well, you know I like that."

I grinned. "Can't argue with that."

I kissed her forehead, then her belly, then her lips. One thing led to another, and I had her in my arms, kissing her slowly, deeply—until she gasped.

"Deck... I think my water just broke." I said, "Here we go". I turned to Isa and said, "Ready, darling?". Isa just nodded. 

A Few Hours Later – Hospital Room

Isabella had barely survived it. And honestly, I wasn't far behind.

The labour was hell.

The epidural barely worked—maybe halfway, if that—and Isa felt everything. Every scream she let out tore through me like a knife. She was soaked in sweat, shaking, gripping my hand with everything she had. And I just held on, helpless and furious, I couldn't take the pain from her.

She screamed my name more times in one hour than in our entire marriage.

"I can't, Deck—I can't do this anymore!" she sobbed, her face twisted with pain, her whole body straining.

I was behind her, arms locked tight around her, whispering in her ear, grounding her the only way I knew how.

"Yes, you bloody well can," I told her. "You're the strongest person I've ever known. Just hold on a little longer, love."

The doctor was calm, focused. "One more push. We're almost there."

Isabella let out a scream so raw it rattled the walls—and then our son entered the world, kicking and crying.

Harry.

Isa barely had time to catch her breath before the doctor said, "Second baby's in distress—we need to move now."

Her eyes locked on mine in panic.

"I'm not ready—I can't—"

I kissed her cheek, her temple, and held her tighter. "You can. You will. I've got you."

She roared as she pushed, again and again, her voice breaking, her body trembling. It felt like forever. I was terrified we'd lose him. But then—another cry. Fierce. Loud.

Freddy.

And just like that, our boys were here.

Isabella collapsed against me, sobbing, laughing, completely spent. Her body had been through the war. Her nails left marks on my arms. I'd never seen anyone fight like she did.

And I'd never loved her more.

Now the room was quiet. The storm had passed.

Isa was asleep, her hand wrapped around my fingers, her body still recovering from the battle she fought. Harry and Freddy were in bassinets beside her, wrapped in soft blue blankets, tiny fists curled, breathing slowly.

Then the door creaked open, and in walked the Shaw family.

Owen barged in first, loud as ever. "Alright, where are my nephews? Let me meet the future chaos-makers."

I stood up, glaring. "Keep your voice down. She's sleeping."

"She just had twins, not a coma."

"Shut it, Owen," Hattie said as she slipped in behind him, more composed. "Have some respect."

Magdalene followed last, eyes already misting over as soon as she saw the babies. "Oh, my darlings... they're perfect."

Owen made a beeline for the bassinets. "Which one's mine to corrupt first?"

"No one's getting corrupted," I snapped. "You're allowed to look. That's it."

Isabella stirred awake, her voice groggy. "Let Owen hold one... just make sure he doesn't drop him."

Magdalene gave me a knowing smile. "She sounds like she's ready to be part of this family."

"She's already the best part of it," I said, with no hesitation.

Owen carefully lifted Harry, cradling him with a surprisingly gentle grip. "Look at you... already better looking than your dad."

I raised a brow. "Say that again and I'll replace your other shoulder."

Hattie leaned over Freddy's bassinet, her eyes soft. "He's got Isa's nose."

"She did all the work," I muttered, brushing a hand over Isa's hair. "I just held her through it."

Magdalene sat beside her daughter-in-law, reaching for her hand. "You did beautifully, sweetheart. They're strong. Like you."

Isabella smiled faintly, still pale, still exhausted. "It was brutal."

I nodded. "Yeah. And you powered through it like a bloody warrior."

She looked at me, emotion thick in her voice. "I didn't think I could."

"You did. And now they're here."

Owen sat down with Harry in his arms. "Alright, alright. I'll admit it. They're cute. I won't teach them to pick locks until they're at least five."

"Make it ten," Hattie snapped.

Magdalene was already planning. "We'll throw a proper welcome home dinner once Isa's up for it. And I'll teach these boys how to stir a proper stew before they ever touch a weapon."

I wrapped an arm around Isabella as she leaned into me, and we both looked down at our sons—Harry in Owen's arms, Freddy snuggled in his bassinet, safe for now.

"We're parents," she whispered, a hint of disbelief still in her tone.

I kissed her forehead, holding her close. "We are. And we've got this. Together."

The chaos was only beginning—but for the first time in our lives, it was our chaos.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

Author note -  Please welcome Harry  Owen and Frederick  JakobShaw. 

Harry  and Frederick Shaw's bedroom 

Isabella and Deckard's hospital giving birth room 

Isabella and Deckard, and the twins' luxury bedroom