Deckard's POV

After all the fighting, it was peaceful now. Isa and Dom were talking more. They both knew their relationship would take time to improve, but at least they were both putting in the effort. Letty was a different story, but they were working on it.

We spent the entire day with Dom, Letty, and little Brian. We had dinner together, and it was nice to hold little Brian while Isa and Dom chatted. I smiled, and Letty turned to me, saying, "It's nice to see them getting along."

I nodded in agreement, and Letty asked, "Do you have a sister?"

I looked at her and replied, "Yes."

Letty smiled. "How many siblings do you have?"

"Two," I answered. "I'm the oldest, then Owen, and then my sister."

She smiled and asked, "Do you have any siblings?"

"I wish I did," Letty said with a small sigh, "but I don't."

Isa and Dom walked over to us, and I noticed Isa seemed a little pale. She spoke, "Thank you for having us. We have a flight tomorrow back to London, but next time you're in London, please come visit us."

We left their place and headed back to the hotel. I sat down on the bed while Isa went to remove her makeup. I found myself wondering if I should call Hattie. I knew she had cut off all contact with Mum and Owen after everything that happened. I wanted to reach out, but I didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, I heard Isa vomiting in the bathroom. Isa didn't get sick often, so I immediately became worried. I rushed to the bathroom and found her on the floor. Without hesitation, I knelt beside her, placing a hand on her back. "Darkling, it's okay, I'm here," I said softly. "I'm going to get you some water."

I stood up and grabbed a glass of water, then gently helped Isa into my arms and carried her to the couch. "I'm calling the doctor," I said, my concern rising.

Isa placed her hands on mine and stopped me. "Decks, calm down for a second."

I looked at her, frustration creeping into my voice. "Calm? I'm perfectly calm right now. My wife isn't feeling well, and we need to see a doctor."

She smirked and said, "Yeah, right. Do you remember when we talked about kids?"

I smiled. "Yes, I remember."

Isa smiled back. "Well, remember that night we spent in jail, and the time we spent in the toy shop?"

I nodded, understanding what she meant.

"Deck, I'm pregnant," she said, her words sinking in slowly. "You're going to be a dad."

At the sound of those words, my heart skipped a beat. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, unable to contain my excitement.

I jumped up and yelled, "I'm going to be a dad!"

Isa laughed. "You are."

I scooped her up and spun her around in excitement before gently placing her back on her feet.

Suddenly, worry took over me. "Isa, wait—were you pregnant during the whole thing? Please tell me you were careful."

She took my hand and reassured me, "Yes, Decks. I was. I stayed out of the action during the day, just the car chase. I wore a protective vest. Can we sit down? I'm starting to get dizzy."

I nodded, feeling a rush of relief. I helped her sit down on the bed, then lay beside her as she drifted off to sleep. I stayed awake, watching my wife, a smile spreading across my face. I was going to be a dad.

We eventually fell asleep, and as I drifted off, my dreams were filled with thoughts of our future children.