The Mafia's Son III

Chapter Fifteen.

It's late af for me right now it's almost like two thirty in the morning lol but here's your guys chapter my babies 🫶🏼 ignore all typos I'll be back to fix any mistakes I missed later on. Enjoy ❤️

Hailey's POV

Empty. The bed is empty again.

I wake up to an empty bed again, just like I have been the last two months.

We fall asleep together every night, Isaac holds me, helps me fall asleep, but somehow he always manages to sneak out of bed and out of the bedroom without me feeling him or hearing him.

It's not just in the mornings anymore, it's now progressed to the middle of the nights as well. I don't know if I subconsciously wake up because I don't feel Isaac's around but I wake up almost every night at two in the morning because I have to pee and my husband is nowhere around.

I go looking for him everytime I wake up and he's not in bed and can usually always find him in his office asleep either on top of his desk on paperwork, or sitting in front of the fireplace, a copper drink lingering around nearby. Mirroring an exact replica of Carmelo on his long days.

I wake Isaac up every other night and drag him back up to bed with me and wake up to him being gone all over again in the morning because he's already left to start his day.

He doesn't sleep, he barely eats, he hardly talks to me now and it completely breaks my heart. He's holding so much in that I'm afraid he's gonna lose himself completely if he doesn't start to open up.

He definitely wasn't wrong when he told me he was about to become a person I wasn't going to like weeks ago, this isn't the person that I imagine would sprint out though.

I expected his angry side to take over completely, I expected him to turn into a jerk, I expected him to lose the soft side to him, but instead he's just numbed himself and shut me out, he's shut everyone out.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand beside me and I'm quickly reaching over for it and find a text message from Isaac. "Good morning princess, I'm sorry about today, please eat before you leave, I love you."

There's a small ache in my chest after I'm done reading his message.

We're officially twenty eight weeks as of two days ago and it's time to check up on Isaiah and make sure that he's growing and doing okay.

The thought of going to my prenatal appointment alone makes me want to curl up into a little ball and cry my eyes out.

Isaac promised that he would go to every appointment with me, he promised that he'd be there every step of the way- that of course was before his father was killed, now everything's different.

Now he's the leader of an entire Italian mafia, now he's busy twenty four seven. I hardly ever get to spend any alone time with him because when he is home he's locked up in that office working on god knows what, and when he comes to bed I'm usually too exhausted to stay up and I'm out within a few minutes of cuddling.

Now I'm starting to feel lonely.

I actually spend most of the day/days with Ric, or whoever the hell else is on my security team that day, it usually is Patrick because I always ask for him. I hate being home all day without Isaac being here so I'll either go over to Angela's and hang out with her, Dion, and the baby, or I'll go to my dads because I'm not exactly allowed to go anywhere else without Isaac, even if I have high security.

Dion's mentioned multiple times that he'll talk to Isaac because he sees just how lonely I feel and I always tell him, to just leave it alone, he has a million other things to worry about that don't include my sensitive feelings.