Isabella's POV

Being home was amazing. Having days and nights to ourselves felt like a dream. I was a little worried that Deckard would get bored, but he wasn't. He was so happy to be back home with me.

I was doing yoga one morning when Deckard watched me with a concerned look. "Are you sure that's safe for the baby?" he asked.

I looked up at him and smiled. "Yep, my mom used to do it when she was pregnant with Mia."

He raised an eyebrow. "Don't push yourself too hard."

I walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm. "Don't worry so much. I did my research on what exercises are safe. Plus, we've got an appointment to go to, so let's go."

I turned to leave the room but stopped, turning back to face him. "Deckard, I know you want to take care of me, and I love you for that. But please, stop worrying so much. I'm tough. The baby is a Toretto and Shaw—it's a fighter."

Deckard came over and cupped my face in his hands. "I know you're strong, Isa, and the baby's got the best of both of us. But I won't stop worrying. I'll back off on some things, but there are others I just can't."

I nodded, understanding. "We're on the same page. I'm anxious, too, and I know you are, too."

He kissed me softly. "We are."

We drove to the doctor's office, and once we arrived, we sat in the waiting room, holding hands. Deckard smiled at me, his worry still visible, but his love for me shining through.

The nurse finally called our names. "Mrs. and Mr. Shaw, please come this way."

Deckard helped me out of my seat, and we followed the nurse down the hallway. When we reached the room, the nurse turned and said, "Mrs. Shaw, please sit down, and we'll get the gel ready."

I sat on the examination table, and a different nurse entered the room. "Hi, Mrs. and Mr. Shaw. My name's Luna, and I'll be your nurse through this whole thing. I've been through this myself—I'm a mother and a wife, so if you ever need to talk or have questions, just let me know."

I smiled at her. "Thank you. We're a little nervous, but really happy. Let's get started."

Luna nodded and gently applied the gel to my growing belly. Deckard smiled, squeezing my hand, his eyes never leaving me.

The nurse looked at the screen for a moment, then turned to us with a warm smile. "Mrs. and Mr. Shaw... you're having..."

Author's Note:
What do you think the gender of the little Shaw is? Let me know your guesses!