Mr and Mrs Shaw (rewrite)

Chapter 34

His jaw was on the floor. "What the fuck kind of question is that?!" he screeched. "Of course, this is a fucking terrible time to tell me because Brixton knew before I did! How the fuck did Brixton know that you're pregnant before I did?!"

"Stop fucking yelling at me!" she snapped at him. "And Brixton wasn't the only one who knew. Hattie, Owen, Jonah and Mrs Hobbs also know."

Deckard turned his murderous glare on his siblings who flinched away as Hattie hid behind Owen.

"Oh, don't look at them! It was my decision not to tell you," Katrina said, gaining Deckard's attention again. "And we both know that I made the right choice because had you known that I was pregnant, you wouldn't have been in that car trying to bring down a helicopter. You would've chained me inside that warehouse and done all the fighting."

"You damn straight I would've."

"Oh, stop being such a fucking caveman!" she snapped. "I swear, Decks, I've had enough smothering by your siblings and Mrs Hobbs, I don't need it from you!"

"Well, you're gonna get it! Because that's my baby too! And we both know that you have a tendency to be stubborn and not take care of yourself to prove a point."

"I hate that you know me so well!" she shouted back.

"You're a fucking liar," he shouted back.

"And you're a fucking caveman!"

"And you're pregnant!"

"And it's your fault!"

"You were the one begging for it!"

"You're gonna be the one begging when I'm through with you, Deckard Shaw!"

"We'll see about that."

"Yeah, we fucking will," she challenged before she jumped on him.

Katrina's legs wrapped around his waist as their lips collided. His hands were on her ass as he held her, and they made out.

"What the fuck did we just watch?" Hobbs asked as Hattie and Owen cringed away from the sight.

"Something I wish I could unsee," Hattie groaned.

"Me too," Owen agreed.

"They're fucking crazy," Hattie said.

"Yep."

"You're pregnant," Deckard breathed between kisses.

"I'm pregnant," she smiled back.

"You're pregnant," he cheered before her legs fell from his waist and he spun her around, careful to only do it once so she didn't get dizzy, even though she was laughing.

"Congrats," Hobbs said as Deckard set his wife down and she turned on him. Katrina's boots squished against the mud. She surprised all of them when she hugged him, standing on her toes to reach his shoulders.

"Thank you for having his back and bringing him back to me," she said to him.

"You're welcome," he returned before they let go.

"Kats, how'd you even get down here anyway? Please tell me you didn't crash with us and we didn't know," Deckard asked and she laughed as she remembered what had happened.

"No. My heart only broke into a million pieces as we watched you crash and then Owen repelled us down here," she answered.

"You forgot about all the arguing it took to get you down here and away from Brixton just to have you fucking stand in front of him!" Owen bellowed.