𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 - 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚠

I will never fly with Hobbs again.

Deckard's POV

I smiled at the sight of Isa, fast asleep on my shoulder. She looked so radiant—our twins. We decided to keep their genders and names a secret, mainly because we didn't want anyone else telling us what to do. Plus, my mother will be staying with us for a while. On top of that, we bought a new house that will serve as our main residence. However, we won't move there until we're ready; we'll still keep the house we're currently in.

As Isa and Hattie drifted off to sleep, I sensed Hattie was suspicious of Isa. She thought I didn't notice all the glances she directed at my wife, but I did. As much as I wanted to protect my sister, I couldn't respect her behavior.

I overheard Hobbs say, "Couldn't you have booked an emergency row for a little more legroom? Not everyone has Hobbit legs like you."

I looked at him. It was worse having to deal with Owen, but Hobbs was more annoying. Owen had been more troublesome as a toddler, while Hattie was generally well-behaved.

I said, "Hey, look, in case you didn't realize, I could give a damn about your comfort. I only care about my wife and her comfort, so why don't you be a good elephant, suck up another kilo of peanuts, and put your chair back and relax?"

I glanced back at Isa, who was still fast asleep. Isa is a deep sleeper—same goes for Hattie. Owen was watching a movie, and soon he fell asleep too, but I knew he was listening. No matter how much Owen annoyed me, we were close in our own ways.

Hobbs, in an annoyed voice, said, "All right, listen, don't ever tell me to relax, all right? Don't tell me to do anything. Anytime you say anything, it makes me wanna take my boot and shove it so far up your ass that you're gonna be spitting out shoelaces all week. Hey, do you know what the problem is? I'll tell you. This job requires stealth. And you—look at you. It's not your fault, but you're too obvious. You stick out. Like balls on a bulldog, dangling down in all the wrong places. Seemingly harmless. And the next thing you know, they're trying to impregnate your sister."

I raised an eyebrow. "What? Impregnate your sister?"

Hobbs, in shock, said, "Oh... now I get it."

I smirked. "You do? Good, I'm glad."

Hobbs said, "Mm-hmm."

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm thrilled."

Hobbs continued, "So, you actually think I'm going through all this effort, on this mission to save the world, for the fourth time—because I'm really good at it—just so I can do the horizontal hula, sexy-time with your sister?"

I shot back, "Not all. Most."

Hobbs laughed, "Let me break it down for you, Frodo: This ain't 1955 anymore. Even though the girl sleeping right there is related to you, she's still one of the toughest, baddest, most capable women I've ever met. And if she chooses to look the way of this big brown, well-endowed, tattooed mountain of a man, then guess what? I'm gonna let her climb this mountain, over and over and over again."

I was growing annoyed at Hobbs. I knew Hattie's love life was none of my business, but I wanted to protect my sister. With my big brother voice, I said, "Stay away from my sister, and my wife for that matter. I see what you're doing. Do you think I'm stupid?"

Hobbs shot back, "Of course I think you're stupid, but you know what? I'll do you a favor. I'll knock that dumb right out of your skull. You say the word, Jack."

I glared at him. "You know what I wanna do? I wanna do an Irish jig on your ugly face at 30,000 feet."

Hobbs smirked. "Oh, 30,000 feet? Yeah, so you wanna dance right now?"