Deckard's POV

After Hobbs's brother finally caved—mostly because their mother tore into him like only a mother can—we split up. Hattie went with Hobbs, and I found myself paired off with Isabella.

It didn't take long before the heat started pressing in. The sun here wasn't polite. It didn't just shine, it scorched. And black jeans and boots? Bloody hell.

I ran a hand down the back of my neck, sweat already clinging. "Christ, it's like walking through a furnace."

Sefina—Hobbs's mum—caught sight of me, then Isabella. Her sharp eyes softened the second they landed on Isa's growing belly. She didn't say much, just nodded to us and motioned us inside.

"You two are going to melt in that nonsense," she said, voice firm but kind. "Come with me."

She handed over summer clothes—loose cotton, light colours. Dress for Isabella. Shirt and cargo pants for me. Not my usual style, but I wasn't about to argue with the sweat soaking through my back. There were even clothes for the others—Hattie, Owen, and Hobbs. A tiny tank top for Hobbs that made me smirk.

Sefina handed Isabella some extras. "Give these to your brother, sister, and Luke when you're done."

"Sure thing, Miss Hobbs," I said.

She laughed softly. "Call me Sefina, dear boy."

I nodded. "Alright then, Sefina."

She stepped out to give us privacy. I turned as Isabella changed, catching a glimpse of her bump under the new top. Five months along now. Every time I saw it—proof of the life we'd made together—something in me shifted. The armour cracked a little more.

She winced, hand moving to her waistband. I was beside her in a heartbeat.

"You alright?"

"Just sore," she said with a soft smile. "And hot."

"You don't have to pretend with me, love. If you're tired, say it. You rest, no questions."

She tilted her head, that spark in her eyes. "Deckard Shaw, getting soft on me?"

I smirked, brushing hair off her damp forehead. "Only for you."

I kissed her temple and led her outside to a shaded bench. Sefina reappeared with a cold drink and a warm hand on Isa's shoulder, like she'd known her forever.

I stood nearby, arms crossed, always scanning. But my eyes kept drifting back to Isa—the way she finally let herself exhale. Her hand rested protectively over her stomach. That tiny bump reminded me of what we were really fighting for.

I crouched beside her, one hand on her knee, the other brushing her belly.

"You tell me if anything feels off, yeah? You and the little ones come first."

She met my eyes. "You're going to be a great dad."

I didn't say anything. Just kissed her—slow, certain. A promise.

"I'll protect both of you," I said. "Whatever it takes."

The mission tugged at the back of my mind—logistics, timing, risk—but now there was something stronger. Love. The kind that roots itself deep and refuses to break.

"I've got to check in on Hattie and Owen," I murmured. "Make sure she hasn't gone full Hulk yet."

Isa grinned. "I'll be right here. I'll start planning."

"Don't overdo it."

"I won't."

With one last look, I headed off. Found Owen, tossed him the clothes. "Hurry up, Scarface."

He grumbled, but followed. We found Hattie and Hobbs near the house.

"Good news," I called, tossing clothes her way. "Change of clothes!"

I held up Hobbs's tank top. "Your mum says this one's your size—spray-on."

He shot me a look. "Why don't you throw on another jacket, yeah? It's only 110 degrees."

I smirked. "Enough jokes. Do we have any weapons?"

"We got weapons," Hobbs said.

He led us to a shed. Crates, gear... but not what I expected.

"Mama," Hobbs called, stunned, "where are all the guns?"

Sefina appeared, calm and certain. "I got rid of them."

I nodded, hiding the gut punch. "Very noble, Mrs. Hobbs." Then turned to Hattie and Owen. "We're in serious trouble."

"That's an understatement," Hattie muttered.

"We are so fucked," Owen added.

Sefina stepped forward, hands clenched into fists. "These guns killed my family. We fight with this," she said, holding up her fists, "and this," she added, pointing to her heart. "It doesn't take a real man to pull a trigger."

Hobbs nodded. "Alright. War with the family heirlooms. We're gonna need a lot more."

"We're never going to survive their firepower," Hattie said.

I crossed my arms. "No, but Eteon's soldiers need an activation chip. No chip, no fight."

I turned to my sister. "You still got that glove?"

"You're thinking closed system hack?"

Before I could answer, Isabella walked in—sun dress flowing, bump visible, and looking absolutely breathtaking.

"I might be able to hack the system," she said, "but I'll need Hattie's help."

Hattie nodded. Luke chimed in, "If you two pull this off, it'll level the field."

Owen groaned. "My baby sister and sister-in-law—bloody nerds."

Isa smirked. "Say that again and I'll kick you so hard you'll cry for mummy. And for the record, I made sure all the Shaw phones are untraceable."

"Enough," I cut in. "Hattie, Isa—you can buy us time."

Isa eyed the tools. "Really wish I'd stolen some guns."

"Shut their guns down," Hobbs said.

"We're on it," Hattie and I replied, in sync.

The girls walked off. Hobbs tossed me a weapon. I caught it easily.

"Ready?" he asked.

"War is what I do."

Owen grinned. "I'm here for chaos."

"Let's go old school," Hobbs said.

We walked out behind the house. Hobbs gestured around.

"This is where we draw the line. Who'd have thought? Saving the world in our backyard. We built no man's land up on the north cliffs. Tomorrow morning, there'll be a storm. We hold them there. If it all goes to hell, that's our last stand."

"When we were in Kandahar," I said, "Brixton always struck just before dawn. It's when they're tired. When the light shifts. We hit them then, sun at our backs."

"We let them in," Hobbs added, "and we make sure they never leave."

"Kill box. I like it. Not like we've got many resources."

"The island will provide, brother."

As the day rolled on, we all prepared. I kept an eye on Isa. She and Hattie worked together on the tech. They were getting along—surprisingly well. I wasn't blind to the tension, but there was something healing about it. Maybe after all this, they'd talk.

I checked in later.

"Give me the good news, Hats."

"We're in. But I can only block the signal repeaters for six minutes."

"Six minutes might be all we need. Better than a sharp stick in the eye."

"Which is basically all we've got," she muttered.

"We've done more with less."

We both chuckled. I turned to Isa. "Come here, love."

She approached, cautious.

"Listen," I said quietly. "I want you to stay. With Hobbs's family. Safe."

She didn't argue. Just cupped my face, eyes steady.

"Decks, I can handle myself."

"I know. But you're hurting. You don't sleep. You flinch when they kick. You need rest."

I looked her dead in the eye. "I can't lose you. Not now. Not ever."

A tear slipped down. She brushed it away without a word.

"You're not gonna lose me," she said. "I'll stay. But you better come back in one piece. I'm not raising twins alone."

I smiled, kissed her softly. Rested my hand on her belly.

The twins kicked hard. Isa groaned.

I chuckled. "Oi, you two. Settle down."

"They don't listen."

"They know their dad."

She grinned. "Just wait till they're teenagers."

"God help us."

I kissed her forehead. "Let's get you off your feet." Walked her back. Pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Decks," Hattie said, smirking. "Let her breathe."

Isa laughed. "Go on, sexy husband. End this fight."

I handed her a weapon. "Just in case."

She nodded. I stayed a while longer, watching her sleep, pressing a kiss to her forehead and her bump.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you, Deck."

"I love you, Bella."

I left her to rest. Outside, Owen was waiting.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'll keep your pretty boy alive."

Isa mumbled, half-asleep, "More like I keep him alive."

I found Hattie, Hobbs, and Jonah at the workstation. Hobbs was pacing.

"Jonah," he said.

"Don't rush me," Jonah snapped.

"It's almost time."

"Hey! Mistakes happen when you rush."

"How long?" Hobbs's brother asked.

"Thirty minutes," Hattie said. "And thirty-three 'til I go viral."

She turned to me and Owen. "We need to consider Option One."

"We're not killing you," Owen barked. "Mum would kill us."

"Don't light that match just yet," I said. "We'll make the window."

"Jonah," Hobbs ordered.

"Fine, fine."

I clipped the cuff to Hattie's arm. "Brace yourself."

"It's gonna hurt," Hobbs warned.

"I'm fine," Hattie said—and then groaned.

"That sounds fine to you?" Owen asked.

"Shut up, Owen!"

The band lit up. Jonah checked it, then smiled. "It's working."

Everyone exhaled. Relief, for a moment.

Then someone burst in. "Alarm's been triggered!"

"That's him," I said.

"As we planned?" Hobbs asked.

I nodded. "As we planned."

He shouted orders in Samoan. The brothers scrambled. I stayed behind a moment with Owen and Hattie.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Ready," they said.

I stopped Owen before he followed. I said, "Whatever happens, I need someone I trust to keep Isa and the babies safe. Can you do that?"

Owen put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll protect them. Even if Isa doesn't need it."

I smiled. "Thanks, mate."

We hugged. Then we moved.

Time to bring hell to Brixton.

Author note - 

We're nearing the end of Hobbs and Shaw!
Comment whose POV you want next.
Also, drop name ideas for the kids—both boy and girl names.

Do you think Isabella should appear in Fast 9? I'm thinking maybe just a cameo, since she'll show up more in Fast X.

Also... I love writing Owen. I always go full chaos with him.