The Mafia's Son III

Chapter Forty|Last Chapter.

Isaac's POV

"Isaac," Hailey speaks softly as she continues to trail her fingers up and down my bare back.

"Hmm?" I hum, keeping my eyes closed not moving a single inch from the spot I'm in. Which is in my wife's arms, laying on top of her on the couch, in our living room.

We've been living on our own, in our own house for about half a year now. It's been about six months since Isaiah, our son, was discharged from the hospital. He was admitted for a total of five weeks, a little over a month.

After he got released we stayed at my parents house for about a month so that my parents can help us out with being new parents, my mom more than my dad of course. She's honestly been a true blessing, an amazing grandmother helping Hailey out as much as she could, she's back to being her normally bubbly loving self.

It definitely took a while for her to forgive my father for everything he put her through, she even threw him out of their bedroom, apparently the second Hailey and I moved out to make him really grovel.

Things slowly started falling back into place about three months ago at most. Even the air in the atmosphere was starting to feel a lot thinner, no one was walking on eggshells around anyone.

Parenthood has definitely been hard with Isaiah being a preemie baby. The doctors say he's prone to get sick a lot more easily than the average infant so the past few months have definitely been stressful and scary. It felt as if we were spending our entire day in an urgent care room every other two to three weeks, but things finally seem to be settling down and looking up.

Isaiah has not needed any medical care in the last two months and I pray to God that it stays that way, I hate feeling entirely helpless not being able to know what's bothering my little guy. I hate seeing how distressed my wife gets every time she can't calm our son down and we're rushing to his pediatrician.

"Isaac," Hailey trails her fingers into my hair, making little small circular motions. "Baby you gotta wake up."

I shake my head, tightening my grip around her, "twenty more minutes," I grumble.

"Babe, you've been sleeping for over an hour. We gotta get up and get ready before guests start showing up."

I inhale a deep breath slowly starting to stretch my body out, turning to lay on my side. I look up at my wife. "Remind me why we decided to do this here in our house."

Hailey smiles, brushing some hair strands from my face and leans down to kiss me on the forehead, "because it wouldn't be a surprise party if we did it at his house."

I smile and reach a hand out, placing it on the back of her neck. I keep her in place so that I can turn on my back and kiss her on the lips.

She instantly begins to giggle as she tries to push away from me. "Isaac!"

"It's not too late to cancel," I say in between kisses.

She playfully smacks me on my shoulder blade, "stop it, be nice, it's your dads birthday. We haven't celebrated anything in a while together."

"We also haven't had sex in a while," I grumble playfully, which is also very true. I haven't touched my wife in over three weeks now, maybe a month or so and it's started to drive me insane.

Hailey smiles and leans down to kiss me, "and whose fault is that, Mr. I'm gonna work late again tonight. Mr. Give Isaiah a goodnight kiss for me. Mr.-"

"Alright, I get it," I chuckle. "I'm sorry. Things have been pretty hectic now that Pops is officially locked out of everything."

She smiles nodding her head, "you warned him ahead of time that if he didn't stop meddling you were going to cut him off and he didn't listen."