The Mafia's Son III

Chapter Thirty Eight.

Hailey's POV

I wake up from my nap, slowly stretching my body out. I glance over at the clock that's above the door to my left and realize that I was only asleep for about half an hour and instantly smile at the man sleeping in the chair beside my bed.

Carmelo.

I can't even possibly begin to imagine how he fell asleep in that chair. He has his head leaning back, his hands resting on top of him, interlocked, as he snorts softly, or breathes deeply I should say.

I instantly started crying the second the nurse brought Isaiah into the room in his little incubator and placed him on my chest to have skin on skin contact, again. Apparently they first did it when they extracted Isaiah from my belly but I honestly can't remember much after passing out in Dion's arms.

I remember a few things here and there but it's all fuzzy. I remember waking up in the back seat of his jeep a couple times, trees and buildings passing by through the window as he sped down the street, him casually glancing back saying something and passing out again and waking up in a bright room to pass out again and waking up with Isaac slouched on the bed afterwards.

I immediately began to sob as I held my tiny son in my hands, close to me, his father nowhere to be around. I feel completely defeated, devastated after Isaac hung up on me, that he was actually choosing his vengeance over being here with me, that I had to share a sad yet amazing moment with his dad rather than my husband instead.

Carmelo didn't say much, he just sat there, watching me, comforting me here and there as much as he possibly could. He definitely helped me feel less alone and even tried to make me feel better by telling me about Isaac's birth and how he didn't even know he was born and missed the entire thing.

Listening to him just talk in general distracted my mind from all sorts of feelings I didn't want to be thinking about, feeling, and was completely grateful to call him my father in law and my son's grandpa.

He's definitely gone softer through out the years I've known him especially these past few months that he's been back.

I immediately started to balled my eyes out even harder when the nurse said she had to take Isaiah back up to the NICU, it wasn't enough time with him, I wanted more time with my baby.

He was so small, so fragile, so helpless, I didn't want him to feel alone, I felt completely heartbroken to see him connected to so many wires and the tiny mask on his tiny face. I was scared of leaving him alone, I was scared of losing him while I wasn't around. Carmelo actually got up from his spot and kissed me on top of my head, reassuring me that everything would be okay, he was in good hands, he was only a floor away and I let him hand Isaiah back to the nurse.

I ended up crying myself to sleep after the nurse left with my son, completely exhausting myself, and woke up completely relieved, happy to see that Carmelo never left, that he stayed the entire time with me.

As if on cue he instantly jerks his head up, awake, looking lost for about a second or so, looking in my direction.

"How long was I out for?" He gruffs deeply.

I shake my head, "I'm not sure, not long, less than what I was out for."

He yawns, crainning his head side to side, cracking his neck from the awkward uncomfortable position he fell asleep in. "You missed your dad and brother while you were out. How are you feeling?"

"Like I shouldn't have cried so much.."

Carmelo snorts softly, sitting up straight in the chair. "It's the hormones. Adriana was a wreck for weeks before she could get ahold of her emotions."