Hailey's POV

Yeah I think I'm definitely going to be sick and it's not because of the morning sickness. I need air. I can't breathe, I can't think clearly, I feel suffocated in this damn car.

Reaching for the little window button I crack it, lowering it just a bit so that the fresh cold air can hit me on the face.

"Hey," Isaac coo's from the driver seat to the left side of me, I turn to look at him as he reaches for my hand and he's bringing it up to his lips. "Stop, everything is gonna be okay," he lowers his voice, placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

I inhale a deep breath and smile softly and slowly nod my head as I glance down at my stomach, my growing belly.

You can definitely tell that I'm pregnant now, although it's only been about three weeks since we last saw our families.

We decided to go on our honeymoon without telling Isaac's parents or my dad that they were about to be grandparents and the anticipation is nearly killing me now that we're back.

I'm honestly more afraid of what Isaac's father's reaction is going to be, for good reasons of course. I don't want him to feel like I completely stole his son from him.

For one- he wasn't exactly happy that we decided to get married so early on and wanted us to wait another year or so.

I personally didn't mind waiting another year, or two, or three, I wasn't going anywhere, but Isaac had his mind set, we would be married before the baby came and there was no changing his mind, I would have his last name before the year ended and I do.

I was now Mrs. Hailey Katherine Matteo, the sound of it still gives me butterflies.

Isaac gives my hand another reassuring squeeze, pulling my attention back into the car and out of my head.

I gulp softly, "can we pull over?".

He nods and is instantly turning the clicker on and is pulling off to the side of the road.

We were currently on our way to his parents house.

Isaac and I flew in from Italy late last night and decided to stay at a hotel near the airport rather than letting anyone know we were back in U.S soil to get one last night of ease before airing the air out.

"Hey," Isaac continues to talk in his soft gentle voice as he shifts the car into park.

He's been so extra soft and gentle ever since we found out I was pregnant and I loved seeing this calm relaxed side of him.

Out of the three weeks we were in Italy Isaac had about only two, maybe three outbursts, which was pretty rare because his temper and patiences has been on the loose ever since we left the hospital. He was constantly blowing up on people for the smallest reason, he was definitely starting to look like a mini Carmelo.

He gives my hand another reassuring squeeze, "everything will be fine, Katherine. Don't start getting anxious on me again, we've come too far baby."

I nod in return, gliding my thumb across the top of his hand, "I just don't want your dad to be disappointed. Your relationship with him has changed so much, you guys have been doing so well I don't want him to get mad."

Isaac brings my hand back up to his lips placing a delicate kiss on it, "he'll get over it. Don't you worry about me, about my dad, about anything other than taking care about yourself and our baby," he smiles.

I immediately smile back and look over at Isaac's hand, he's no longer hanging onto my hand he now has it placed over my stomach.

"Your grandpa is going to love you no matter what the outcome is," he speaks softly. "You're gonna make him a little softie especially if you end up being a girl."

I laugh softly as Isaac drops his voice to a whisper and is leaning in closer rubbing his hand on my stomach, "please be a boy."

"A girl would be nice," I smirk, placing my hand on top of his. "She would be good for this family."

"Haaa' real funny, do you want every boy in a ten mile radius to die?"

I smile and shake my head and lean into Isaac, "I want my husband and father in law to be a little kinder, a little more sensitive, little teddy bear's."

Isaac chuckles into me as he connects his lips with mine, "mafia men aren't teddy bears, no one would be afraid of me if I was a teddy bear."

I laugh softly, placing another quick peck on his lips, "I'm sure you would still find a way to be scary."

"My gun is scary," he grins. "You ever seen a teddy bear carry a Glock?"

I laugh at this, "oh so what you're saying is that you're gonna carry your Glock around while dropping off our baby at school?"

"No," he smiles while sitting back in his seat, starting the engine again. "His bodyguards will."

"Her bodyguards."

Isaac scoffs, "she will not go to public school, she will be homeschooled where her dad can keep an eye on her."

I quickly scoff in return and place my hand on his cheek cupping, "I think you might still be jet lagged, honey if you honestly believe that our kid will be home schooled."

Isaac is about to say something when his iPhone begins to vibrate in between us and his dad's name is being displayed on the radio screen.

I glance back over at Isaac to find him still staring at the screen, "I need to answer it before he thinks somethings wrong."

I nod and watch him click a button on his steering wheel and instant background noise is coming out of the speakers as his dad's voice fills up the car.

"Fucking get it done already!" He shouts at someone who's obviously with him.

Isaac clears his throat as he takes his car out of park and begins to get back on the road, "pops?"

We didn't tell anyone we were back yet but Isaac's parents and my dad knew what day we were supposed to return, and Carmelo has been nonstop calling Isaac since early this morning.

It's now almost four in the afternoon, to say we slept in was an understatement.

"Where the hell you been, Tonio?" His dad practically shouts into the phone. "You fly back safely?"

"Pops were fine, we're actually on our way to the house."

"And you couldn't think to let your mother know that you had flown in safely? You don't know how to work a fucking phone anymore?"

Isaac inhales a deep breath tightening his grip on his steering wheel.

I place my hand on his arm lightly squeezing it, "you're okay," I mouth.

"It was late, I wasn't going to wake you guys up in the middle of the night, and we overslept through all my alarms this morning. We just got up about an hour ago," he adds sternly.

"I want you in this warehouse in the next thirty minutes," Carmelo growls and is instantly ending his call before Isaac can get another word out.

"How was your flight son?" He immediately begins to mimic his dad's voice. "Did you enjoy your trip? How's Hailey doing? Is it still raining?"

"Babe-"

"Stronzo can't even give me one fucking day to myself."

I place my hand on his lap, "he could be anxious to see you for all you know babe, cut him a little slack your mom said he's been having a hard time while we were gone. You're his only son, you know he probably missed his kingpin," I smile.

Isaac matches my smile with one of his own and he's grabbing my hand from his lap and is bringing it up to his lips, kissing it, "you gon be alright without me for a couple hours?"

I nod, "I'll unpack, hang out with your mom, call Ang and catch up, I'll find something to do don't worry."

"She tell you when the shirt is going to be ready yet?"

I shake my head no, "maybe we should find someone else to make it? She hasn't really been feeling good, she's been real tired lately."

"I know Dion texted me a few hours ago that he wasn't going in today in case Pops asked when we got back."

"I give her till the end of the week," I smile.

"Ya think?" Isaac smiles in return.

Angela and Dion have been helping us come up with ideas with our pregnancy announcement for our parents, my dad being a little easier than Carmelo.

Dion had bought Angela a bunch of cricut and craft stuff when they first got pregnant to make some things for their pregnancy announcement and she offered to make our onesies for us.

I really wanted to tell our parents together but we decided that it was probably best to do it separately in case Carmelo really did get upset about it and decided we would take my dad and Ana out to dinner on his next day off, which was in two days.

My dad's onesie was real simple and comical, both of them actually are.

The one we were giving my dad read, "sorry grandpa looks like my dads sticking around. Baby Matteo due April 2023." With a picture of our ultrasound in the little box under it.

Carmelo and Adriana were another story.

Isaac mainly focused more on his dad since we already knew his mom knew and brought Carmelo back a box of his favorite cigars and was going to empty it out so we could stick the onesie in there for when he opened it.

The onesie is going to say "You think my dad is scary? You should meet my grandpa." In the front and in the back it will have, "He owns The Mafia. Baby Matteo Due April 2023." Hopefully our sense of humor breaks the tension up a bit.

"You wanna grab some nuggets and cheese before we get to the house?" Isaac offers.

I shake my head,"no, I'm okay."

"Babe, you hardly touched your food at the hotel. And you threw the oatmeal back out, you need food in your system."

"I'll grab something at the house."

"We're stopping for nuggets," Isaac pushes, looking in my direction for a quick second.

I immediately smile, "can I get an ice cream cone instead of cheese at taco bell?"

"You can have both, baby."

"No thank you," I smile. "I'm not trying to be on the toilet the entire night."

Isaac chuckles softly and we make a quick stop and go through the McDonald's drive thru, ordering a 20 piece nugget, 10 for him of course, a medium fry for him, a large Dr. pepper for him, and my ice cream cone, along with a large water.

It's funny because Isaac was never really the type of person to ever eat fast food, he always ate at home whenever Beven's or his mother cooked, or ate at a top star restaurant, good quality of food, he hardly had any greasy food in his life and now that's all we lived off of now a days, thanks to me of course.

I eat a few of the chicken nuggets in the car more focused on the vanilla ice cream than the nuggies, occasionally dabbing some ice cream on a nugget here and there.

We pull into his father's driveway not bothering to check in at the front gate and immediately notice two big meaty guys standing near the front doors, covered in black from head to toe, a gun in almost any pocket of the holster.

"Back to reality," I mutter under my breath as Isaac puts the car in park and the guards are instantly moving forward.

Isaac reaches for my hand squeezing it, "ignore them, they're not here. Lemme figure out what's wrong with Pops and why he's on high alert before we go and get rid of them, okay?"

I nod, "it's only going to get worse after we tell him, he's over protective enough as it is."

The passenger door instantly opens up and one of the big guys holds it open as he extends his other hand out in front of him, "Mrs. Matteo."

I immediately get butterflies in my stomach at the name and begin to grin from cheek to cheek when I feel another gentle squeeze in my hand, it's Isaac.

"I'm never gonna get tired of seeing you beam with happiness when someone refers to you as Mrs. Matteo," he says.

I feel my cheeks immediately begin to burn up, "please come back quick."

He nods and leans in to kiss me on the lips, "I'll try not to be too long, two hours tops, don't unpack or anything without me, okay? Just hang out."

I nod, giving him one last kiss before stepping out of the car, watching the other guard unload Isaac's trunk as the one standing next to me patiently waits for me to move forward.

"It's wet and chilly out here, Mrs. Matteo, please, let's get you inside, we'll have your things inside and upstairs in a bit."

I smile and nod and start moving towards the front door as I watch my husband drive down the driveway and off of the estate until you can no longer see the car anymore.

The house is warm once I step inside of it and it makes me sad that in a few weeks we will be moving out.

Carmelo had bought us a house a little down the road from them but it was currently under construction with all the changes Isaac and I wanted to make. Like the backyard didn't have a pool and Isaac needs a pool when he never uses the one here at his parents house. The kitchen was outdated and not to his mom's liking therefore here came the architects and interior home designers.

I begin to slowly make my way over towards the stairs to head up into the room when a loud sound from the back of the house gains my attention. It came from the kitchen and I'm about 72% that it's either Isaac's mom in the kitchen, if not Beven's.

Regardless of who it is I begin to make my way in that direction when my ears pick up on some soft music the closer and closer I got up until I'm stepping through the doorway to find none other than Mrs. Matteo, cooking her heart away, softly singing.

She has her back towards me, all of her attention focused on the food in front of her, whatever she's cooking smells deveined and makes me grateful that I didn't finish my nuggets to have some appetite for whenever she's done cooking.

I stand there quietly for a couple seconds letting her turn around on her own and surprise her but after a minute or so I get impatient and I'm knocking my fingers on the counter gaining her attention.

"Oh my god you're back!" She squeals and practically flies over towards me as she leaves the stove tops side, dropping her wooden spoon on the counter.

I smile and giggle softly as she pulls me in for an overly large hug and I'm instantly wrapping my arms back around her.

I tighten my arms around her, finding comfort in her warmth. I never knew I'd miss her this much but she's the closest thing I have to a mother figure right now and quickly make myself sad that my own mother isn't here and can't meet her, they'd love each other.

I don't know if it's the pregnancy hormones messing with my emotions or if it's the pregnancy itself but I've been missing my mom a lot more than usual. I wish that she could see me now, I wish that I could run to her to get advice about the pregnancy, I wish that she could've at our wedding and that she could still be here now.

Mrs. Matteo pulls herself off of me and is pulling me out of my head as she cups my face with her hands looking me up and down, "look at you, you look amazing!" She gleams with happiness as her eyes linger on my stomach a little longer than usual. "You look-"

"Incinta," my voice trails off slowly, breaking the waiting game she and Isaac have.

Pregnant, I look pregnant.

One of the many Italian words that I learned from being in Italy for three weeks. Isaac was constantly using it any chance he could get.

He definitely seemed to be a little more relaxed that we could air it out openly in Sicily since his dad wasn't around. I was constantly introduced as his moglie incinta, which means his pregnant wife.

"Tan baby, you look tan," Mrs. Matteo smiles and is leaning in to place a cheek on my forehead. "But yes you're definitely showing a lot more than when you left though."

"You knew.. "

"I did," she smiles.

"How?"

Mrs. Matteo snickers, "how did I know my daughter in law was pregnant?"

I nod silently.

"Believe it or not but I saw it in my son way before I saw it in you," her smile grows as she releases my face and is walking back over to the stove.

"In Isaac?" I frown following behind her.

She nods as she goes back to stir her boiling pasta, "his appetite," she turns with a smile. "He wasn't eating as much as he used to and the smell of food was constantly making him sick when he was up early in the gym. Carmelo had a similar symptom when I was pregnant with Isaac."

"D-does he know anything?"

"He knows that his son is hiding something from him," she smiles and begins to titter, "I don't think he suspects that it's him being a pop pop though. May I?" She glances down at my stomach and I smile nodding my head knowing she probably wants to touch my stomach and she does.

Setting her spoon back down she placed her hand on my tiny bump and my eyes immediately began to get glossy with tears.

"Oh honey, don't cry it's okay," she immediately wraps her arms back around me, pulling me in for another hug. "Pregnancy hormones are the worst but just know that ima be here for you through the entire thing, you're not alone, Hailey."

I nod my head quietly wrapping my arms around her as she runs her hand up and down my back. "Thank you."

"How many weeks are you?" She asked, pulling away from me she wipes the single tears from my eyes.

"I'll be seventeen weeks in two days."

"Seventeen weeks?" She exclaims. "Does your dad know?"

I shake my head no, "afar from Angela and Dion, we haven't told anyone."

She smiles brushing some hair out of my face, "when do you plan on announcing it?"

I shrug my shoulders, "soon, we're trying to find the perfect time to tell your husband."

She laughs softly and turns around to stir her sauce, "the sooner the better is all i'm going to say. Carmelo may be naive when it comes to certain things but he's not stupid, he will figure it out so I would do it as soon as possible. Perhaps over dinner?"

"N-no," my voice comes out shakey. "We're still not ready, I have something planned for him. This weekend."

"Some words of advice then, wear big shirts, nothing tight, you're a little pass looking bloated baby."

I nod, "can I help you with anything?"

"No, why don't you go lay down for a bit and rest, I'll go check on you as soon as I'm done okay? Catch up a little more later on."

"Thank you," I smile, "I'm tired all the time."

"I know," she laughs softly. "I've noticed, go on."

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BOOM WE'RE BACK BABIES. Hi. I've missed y'all 🥹 Let's get ready for this mf riiideeeee. It feels good to finally be back! Lowkey still debating how long I want this book to be but it definitely won't be as long as the first two lol anyways love you guys ❤️