Hattie's POV

The warm weather felt like a soft balm on my skin, the kind of calm we rarely got to feel. But it was Isa who really came alive in it—her face lifted to the sun, eyes closed, as if she was soaking in a moment she hadn't had in years.

I walked over and sat beside her, quiet for a beat. She didn't look at me right away, and I didn't expect her to. Not after everything.

Still, I spoke—careful, steady, the way you do when you're trying to make something right.

"You were right," I said, breath catching just a little. "I didn't know what happened to my brothers."

Her eyes turned toward me then, sharp and unreadable.

Isabella said, "I know you overheard what Brixton said... about Deckard. I get it. You don't trust me."

I met her gaze, even though it was hard, and Isabella said, "But I need you to know something. I've taken your brother's side—again and again. Even over my own family. Because I love him. More than I ever thought I could love anyone."

The silence hung for a second before Isabella added, softer this time, "I've even gone after my own sister and brother over Owen. That's not nothing."

Isabella's expression didn't change much, but I could feel the wall between us crack, just slightly.

 Isabella glanced over, her voice quiet but honest."When I first found out about you, I wondered if maybe you and I could be friends." She paused, eyes on the horizon. "I get why you didn't want to believe any of it. I do. But... I think you should say sorry to Deckard and Owen."

Isabella turned her gaze fully to Hattie. "I want a sister. Even though I technically have one... we're not close. Never really were. But you? You've got this fire. You fight for your people. And I guess I've always wanted that kind of bond."

Hattie looked at her, then nodded. "I'd like that," she said softly. "And... I am sorry. I guess I've never really liked my brothers' girlfriends, but I can see now how much you love my brother."

Isabella gave her a small smile. "I'm not asking for all your trust right away—just... maybe a start."

"I'd like that," Hattie replied again, more certain this time.

A silence settled between them, comfortable for once. The breeze moved around them, gentle, healing. 

Moments later, a car rolled up. Deckard stepped out, sunglasses on, voice carrying across the space.

"Alright—Owen in the back, Hattie takes the middle, and the last seat goes to my amazing wife."

He walked straight to Isabella, helping her to her feet with ease, guiding her to the car like it was second nature. He opened the door for her, waited until she was settled, then leaned in and kissed her softly with passion.

Hattie and Owen exchanged a quick glance, saying nothing. There wasn't much to say.

Owen broke the silence with a smirk. "Okay, Deck, stop kissing Isabella and let's get moving."

Deckard shot him a look. "Don't be jealous, Owen. We all know your love life is dead."

Owen scoffed. "Oh brother, you are sadly mistaken. I got laid before we even left for this mission."

I groaned — and so did Hobbs.

Without another word, Deckard climbed into the front seat. Hobbs started the engine, and the car pulled away smoothly. Owen and Isabella were out cold in the back. Both of them were deep sleepers, so the ride stayed quiet — just the way we liked it.

The car rumbled down the road, Samoan music playing loud through the speakers. Hobbs's phone rang, and Hobbs answered it, putting it on speaker. Of course, it was Dinkley.

"Abracadabra, bitches!" Dinkley's voice practically exploded through the car. "Told you I could get you anything. And listen, from Moscow to Samoa? That is not an easy flight to charter. But I got it done."

Hobbs chuckled, glancing at me. "That's why we're calling, Dinkley. Just wanted to say thank you for getting us that bird to Samoa."

Dinkley dropped into some kind of dramatic, wizard-y voice. "Warriors help out warriors. That's all you need to know. You've got a third squaddie over here ready to go whenever you need me. I'm just sittin' in my lair—"

Right on cue, a toilet flushed in the background.

Hobbs and my brother shared a look. I rolled my eyes.

"You're in the bathroom," Hobbs said flatly.

"Potato, potahto," Dinkley replied, like that explained everything. "Wherever I am is where the magic happens. We don't need to get into specifics. Just make sure you've got all the contacts. You got the cell, the email..."

Hobbs, still trying to be polite, replied, "Got 'em all."

"I'm gonna send you my mother's number too," Dinkley continued. "Make sure you've got that. If you can't get me, she can. Also, I've got a Hotmail address—yes, it's still active. Hit me on that. LinkedIn too, that's my professional vibe. Just makin' sure you've got everything."

At that point, I could literally see the patience leave Deckard's body.

He picked up Hobbs' phone, made static noises into it, and said, "We're losing you!" Before Hobbs could stop him, Deckard tossed the phone clean out the window.

"That was my phone," Hobbs said, deadpan.

Deckard just shrugged. "I hope this brother of yours is as good a mechanic as you say he is."

"Jonah is the best mechanic I know," Hobbs replied. "And he's gonna help us... If he doesn't kill me first."

We pulled up to Hobbs' family home—a beautiful place with a wide-open view and enough land to disappear on. I reached over and slapped Owen's arm.

He jerked awake with a grunt. "Ouch, Hattie!"

"You're welcome," I said sweetly.

Owen got out, and Deckard helped Isa from the car. I noticed her fiddling with her phone, as usual.

"It's untraceable," Isa said with a little smirk.

Owen grinned. "Has anyone ever told you you're a genius?"

Isa smiled. "Yes, but it doesn't hurt to say it again."

Deckard jumped in, "I call you a genius all the time, love."

"You do," she agreed, "but like I said—it doesn't hurt to hear it again."

I couldn't help but laugh. Leave it to my brothers to flirt in the middle of a potential apocalypse.

We all turned to look at Hobbs, who still hadn't knocked on the door. He was just... standing there. Staring at it like it might open on its own.

"Yeah, take your time!" Deckard called out, voice thick with sarcasm. "It's only my sister's life and the fate of the world we're waiting on!"

"Move it, She-Hulk!" Owen added.

Hobbs sighed and finally knocked.

I spoke, "Oh, here we go. " Deck said, "Bet you a bullseye 50 quid, he punches him in the face. " I, with a doubt, said, "Deal. " We watched Hobbs knock on the door, and we crossed our arms and leaned on the car while Owen and Isabella were just watching.

The front door swung open, and there stood Hobbs' brother, Jonah—bigger than Hobbs, if that was even possible—with two more of his brothers flanking him like a Samoan wall of muscle.

No one said a word.

Then Jonah punched Hobbs straight in the face.

The hit was brutal. Hobbs stumbled back, groaning as he hit the ground.

Owen, ever the opportunist, grabbed Isabella's phone out of her hand and immediately started filming. "Oh, this is gold."

Deckard crossed his arms, not even flinching.
"See? Not just me."

I just stood there watching the chaos, unimpressed. Deckard turned to me, smug as ever. "Pay up, little sis."

I groaned. "I don't have any money on me, but when we survive this, I'll pay you."

Just then, another voice cut through the tension—sharp and commanding.
And then... whap!

A shoe came flying out of nowhere and smacked Jonah right in the face.
He recoiled like a scolded kid.

"Enough!" came the voice of the true matriarch—Hobbs' mother.

She stood at the door now, hands on her hips, looking like she ran the whole island, and she spoke to Hobbs and saw us and said, "Bring your friends in, Luke," Hobbs' mother said firmly.

Hobbs turned to us, clearly trying to hold it together. His expression shifted—annoyed at Owen and Deckard, but when he looked at me and Isabella, he actually smiled. Just a little. And somehow, that tiny smile made me blush.

"Come on," he said.

Deckard and I helped Isabella up the stairs as the rest of the group filed into the house.

Hobbs stepped inside, eyes scanning the place like he hadn't seen it in years. There was something softer in the way he looked around, like the walls held more than just memories—they held history.

Jonah and the other brothers stood nearby, still tense, until their mother turned a sharp look their way. Without a word, they straightened up like schoolboys getting scolded, all eyes suddenly respectful. Once we walk inside, the house is full of pictures and colour and open windows and walk into an open dining room with food and drink on the table and a lot of chairs. 

Hobbs' mother turned to Isabella with a kind smile."My dear, please sit down and help yourself to some food."Isabella returned the smile, glancing at Deckard for a split second. He gave her a small nod, silently saying it was safe. She sat down at the table and began filling her plate, clearly grateful for the moment of peace—and the food. Then, Hobbs' mother turned her attention back to the rest of us—her sons, me, and my brothers.

Hobbs's mother said with so much love, "Oka, I miss my baby boy, but look at you, all skin and bones."

Hobbs blushed. I just smiled at the scene, while Deckard — being Deckard — stood silent, and Owen leaned casually against the wall.

Sefina (Hobbs's mother) called out, "Come over here and eat," her voice filled with nothing but love and the simple wish to see her son again.

Hobbs shook his head. "No, no, no, Mama. There's no time." He took a deep breath and added, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring trouble here."

Jonah spoke, hurt and angry. "You should've stayed away. What have you brought here? What's going on?"

Hobbs cut in, his voice firm. "I brought the truth."

Jonah narrowed his eyes. "What truth?"

I glanced at Deckard and Owen, a little worried. Deckard gave his famous death glare, and Owen muttered something in Welsh under his breath.

Hobbs pointed at us and said, "The truth is, we were set up. We were framed by people who created a deadly virus."

Isa, still helping herself to food and drink, groaned. "Honestly, I thought my family drama was messy, but Hobbs — you take the cake." She turned to Sefina and said with a big smile, "This is so good, Mrs. Hobbs."

Sefina chuckled warmly. "Please, dear, call me Sefina."

Jonah's face turned suspicious. "Oh, come on," he muttered, throwing his hands up in frustration before walking away.

Watching him, I could see that whatever had happened between these brothers had cut deep. It made me think about my own family — how I cut them off over a lie, how I stopped talking to my own mother. I made myself a promise right then: if I lived through this, I would go back to my family. I would be there.

Hobbs, frustrated at Jonah's lack of understanding, spoke louder, "It could go global if it's not stopped. We could all die. Everyone here — everything on this island — and everyone around the world."

Jonah turned back, shock flickering across his face as his brother's words finally started to sink in.

Hobbs pleaded, "Jonah, I need you to help fix that machine." He pointed to the broken equipment. "I need you to help my friends. And I need us to build defences around here. Now."

Jonah bit back, anger in his voice. "You think you can just come back in here and we're gonna help you after everything you did?"

Hobbs answered without hesitation. "Yes!"

Jonah barked, his anger spilling out, "Not gonna happen!"

Hobbs shouted back, "This is bigger than you and me!"

The other brothers were gathering around now, tense and silent.

Jonah screamed, "I DON'T CARE!"

Hobbs roared back, "It's bigger than you and me! We could all die!"

Jonah shouted, furious, "Good! Because I'd rather die than help you, polo head!"

At that, Deckard finally had enough. He stepped forward and said, "Listen. I know your brother's hard to be around — believe me — but I trust him. He brought us here because this place has something nowhere else on this planet does: you."

Isa stepped in, too, clearly tired of the fighting. "Enough! Honestly, you're acting like kids." She pointed to her stomach. "I've got twins in me. I don't know what happened between you two, but what I do know is Luke is trying. Maybe you should try looking at it from his point of view."

Hobbs looked between Deckard and Isa, grateful but a little annoyed at the lecture.

Jonah snapped back, "You don't know me! I don't know you, okay? Time for all of you to go. Take your machine with you. Go!" He shouted something in Samoan to Luke, too.

Isa looked at Sefina, who had been watching and listening, and was clearly reaching the end of her patience. Sefina stood up, strong and commanding. "Jonah Hobbs!" she barked, making him freeze mid-sentence. All her children turned toward her.

She yelled something sharp in Samoan, then turned back to English, her voice in full do not mess with me mode.

"You have some respect for your uso. If he needs anything, we're gonna give it to him — the food off our tables, the clothes off our backs, even the mana of the island!"

Owen leaned in and muttered, "She'd make a great mother-in-law," earning himself a sharp look from me.

Sefina continued, fierce and unrelenting, "And you boys — all you boys — you show our guests fa'aaloalo, or so help me God, I'm gonna take this slipper and sasa your big hard heads! You hear me?!"

All the brothers—big, tough men—quickly nodded.

Hobbs, overwhelmed, said quietly, his voice thick with emotion, "I'm sorry I brought this trouble here, Mama."

Sefina smiled at him kindly. "Luke, this is your home. We're Samoans. We can handle trouble."

Luke smiled back at her — and so did I.

And with that, we all got to work.

Author's Note:
Hi everyone!
Sorry I haven't been super active with this story — I'm trying to write more now, aiming for two chapters instead of just one!

Also, I kinda forgot what trimester Isabella is in, so... put your guesses in the comments! 😂

For F9, would you like to see Isabella make an appearance? I'm planning to do a time jump where, by F9, the Shaw kids are toddlers — or Isabella could be having baby #2!
If you want, you can also help me decide:

Should baby #2 be a boy or a girl?

Drop name suggestions in the comments!

Also, would you like to see Hobbs and Hattie together?
And would you want the Shaw family (Hattie and Owen) to come into the final Fast and Furious movies? (Yes or no?)

Please comment your thoughts — they are really helpful for me! Also, let me know whose POV you want for the next chapter! ❤️