Hailey's POV

Carmelo and I walk back upstairs a little after our morning conversation and I manage to get about another good three hours of sleep before I'm waking up to an empty bed a little before 9 am.

I know Isaac's routine well enough by now to know where he's at or who he might be with to go and freak out and pester him.

Instead I get out of bed and take a quick shower and get ready while I wait for Isaac to come back from his morning workout.

I manage to get my makeup done and straighten about half of my hair before Isaac is walking back into the room and is taking a quick shower himself.

About an hour later we're both showered and ready to go.

The butterflies in my stomach immediately begin to flutter like crazy when my husband walks out of his walk-in closet dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button up shirt.

It's actually all he wears nowadays, fancy shirts, fancy pants, fancy suits, not that I mind the fancy attire, but Isaac was definitely a whole different man when he wore a nice pair of slacks and a button shirt.

His demeanor and the way he carried himself instantly would change around people when he was in what I like to call his ''mafia attire'', he was definitely becoming a mini Carmelo.

We're about ten minutes away from the restaurant we're meeting my dad and Ana when Isaac's reaching for my hand that's on his lap, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"What's on your mind, beautiful?"

I shake my head and squeeze his hand in return.

"Hail-"

"I'm just thinking," I quickly said over him.

Isaac inhales a deep breath as he lowers the music down clicking the buttons on his steering wheel, "don't think about it, baby. If you start stressing it and freaking out it's gonna put me on edge, and I need you to be calm for the both of us today."

I nod and squeeze his hand again, "I know I'm sorry, I'm okay, I'm just overthinking it, we're okay."

Isaac smiles softly as he brings my hand up to his lips, placing a quick kiss on it. He definitely wasn't the type of person to get nervous, but telling my dad that he was about to be a grandpa was making him lose his shit.

It's actually why I suggested going out to eat in public rather than staying in, at home, where he can physically hurt him. I'm hoping he won't blow it out of proportion if we're out in public.

"Let me tell him," Isaac says softly as we pull into the restaurant parking lot, there's a spot open right next to my dads car. "Don't worry about it."

I shake my head no as Isaac puts his car in park.

We have to physically tell my dad that he's going to be a grandpa because stupid me being in such a hurry and mess- I forgot the onesie Angela made for him.

"He's my dad, I should be the one to tell him. Did you bring the bullet proof vest though?"

Isaac laughs softly through his nose, "it's in the trunk, should I put it on?" He jokes back.

I smile and shake my head no.

Isaac leans forward a second later and is pulling his gun out of his slacks, "here, I don't trust myself with it, if your dad holds me at gunpoint my natural instinct is gonna be to reach for it."

I smile and look over at him as I reach for his gun and stick it in my purse, "if we can get through your dad, babe, we can get through this," I smile over at him.

Isaac nods and is then opening his door a second later and is stepping out of the car, quickly making his way over towards the passenger door he opens it for me.

He sticks his hand out in front of him for me to take and I do, slowly making my way out of his car.

He immediately sticks his fingers into mouth and is whistling towards the black SUV that has parked towards the back of the parking lot.

Isaac does a little hand gesture and both men that had stepped out of the truck instantly come to a halt.

The men were Carmelo's doing, Isaac and I, mainly I- I wasn't allowed to go anywhere without having a high security team. It was one of his many conditions about staying here in the city.

I honestly didn't mind them at this point anymore, I hardly went anywhere by myself before the honeymoon because the only friend I had left here was currently getting ready to be a mom.

The other half of the time that I ever did leave the house I had Isaac glued right next to me so I genuinely didn't mind the beefy meatballs.

However I do hate how much Carmelo rotates the guys, it makes it harder to get to know them, although he's already mentioned that he doesn't want me befriending the guys, meaning he doesn't want me to get attached to them.

Isaac then reaches for my hand and is pulling me along with him as we walk towards the entrance as the guys stay behind and get back into the truck.

We walk through the door and Isaac instantly checks us in with the hosts and he's leading us towards the back of the restaurant where my dad and Ana are.

I'm actually surprised to see that Isaac is in such a calm state, we're at a small breakfast diner and Isaac hates being in small areas. He usually gets so fidgety and his guard immediately goes up.

I instinctively wrap my cardigan tighter around myself the second my dad comes into view.

He instantly begins to beam with happiness the second he spots me and is getting up from his chair as I approach him and lean in to hug him.

"Hey baby," he kisses on the top of my head. "How was your guy's flight?"

"Long and exhausting," I answer and step away from my dad, making my way over to my dads girlfriend. "Hey Ana."

"Hi honey," she smiles, engaging me in a side hug.

"David," Isaac walks up to my dad sticking his hand out in front of him.

"Matteo," my dad replies as he shakes my husband's hand. "Couldn't find a tighter shirt?" He points towards Isaac's arms.

The white material hugged his biceps a little more than usual now that he was working out more and more often.

Isaac chuckles quietly as he pulls out my chair for me, "hey this is your fault this is the shirt you got me for Christmas man."

My dad frowns and smiles as he sits back down, "it wasn't that small when Ana picked it out."

Isaac smiles as he takes a seat on the chair to the left of me and is extending his hand over the table, "hello, Ana."

"Hello," she smiles politely as she greets him in return.

Ana is definitely still intimated by Isaac and his lifestyle so he tends to tread lightly around her to make her as comfortable as she can and I adore him for that.

"How are your parents doing, Isaac? I bet your mom is happy to have you back," my dad offers a genuine smile.

Isaac's relationship with my father was still as rocky as it can be, I know they're both trying, Isaac more than my dad, but that's because he definitely doesn't make it easy on Isaac, especially after everything we've been through. If he doesn't have to then my dad makes no effort into engaging Isaac and it's sort of put a strain on my relationship with my dad, I hardly ever got to see him and when I did see him it was usually by myself because Isaac was either too busy with work or just genuinely didn't wanna go and be uncomfortable.

It's the whole reason why Isaac's so nervous about telling my dad he's going to be a grandpa, he thinks it's only going to make things worse but I'm praying to baby Jesus that this will be the healing point and tie my family together.

"Good thank you," Isaac answers. "My dads actually the one who was on edge constantly calling and checking in. He doesn't like not being in control of things."

My dad chuckles, "Believe me I know.. so how was Italy?"

"Beautiful dad, we brought back some gifts for you guys but we left the house in such a hurry that I totally forgot to grab them. How are you guys? What's new?"

My dad begins to grin, "we're doing fine, sweetheart, you wanna tell her or should I?"

Isaac tilts his head, "go for it."

I frown looking back and forth from my dad and husband, "what did you guys do?"

"Isaac's mentioned a couple times that you finally decided what car you wanna get," my dad smiles.

"You didn't..."

"He did," Ana smiles as she joins in on the conversation.

"I did," my dad continues to grin. "In burgundy too like you wanted it."

"Dad you really shouldn't have," I say.

He sticks his hand into his slacks and is pulling out a key remote, sliding it over to Isaac he then passes it to me.

I take it and immediately want to cry.

Stupid hormones.

I've been telling Isaac for the longest that I need my own car again, we never went to pick one out after Axel's guys completely destroyed mine. I was always using Isaac's car or borrowing either one of Carmelo's cars or my dads.

I wanted to get a Dodge challenger because I was completely obsessed with Ric's and I almost convinced Isaac to agree to let me get one, but then we found out I was pregnant and he didn't want me anywhere near a muscle car.

I turn to look at Isaac and smile, "you're actually gonna let me drive it? It's not gonna stay sitting in the garage?"

He chuckles deeply as he leans in to kiss me on the forehead, "I'm still debating it, It's in the shop getting tinted right now so it should be ready by tomorrow."

"I love you," I smile and turn to look back over to my dad. "Thank you, dad, you shouldn't have."

"No problem honey. It's what I'm here for."

"Why do I feel like you're trying to buy me off right now?"

"Because I might be," my dad continues to smile again.

I laugh softly and shake my head, "I knew it, what's up?"

"I'm thinking of selling the house," he quickly says.

"What?"

He reaches for Ana's hand and is glancing over at her for no longer than a second, focusing his attention back to me. "We've officially hit that bridge we talked about a while back."

My heart immediately begins to flutter as I look back and forth from my dad and Ana, "you're engaged?"

"No," Ana smiles.

"But I have asked her to officially move in," my dad says.

"About time! She practically lives there already," I say.

"I know and as much sentimental value that house has, I need to start fresh with this new part of my life, Hail," he begins to explain. "I can't remember the last time I felt this at peace in life, genuinely content. I never admitted it out loud because you and Caleb were so young but the day we lost your mother I lost a part of myself. She was my highschool sweetheart, the love of my life, the mother of my children, I didn't want to live without her, but I couldn't bear the thought of leaving you guys behind so I clung onto you guys to move forward."

My eyes immediately begin to water up and Isaac is reaching for my hand, squeezing it. I knew my moms passing away had hit my dad hard but I would've never imagined it would've been that bad.

"I was stupid and reckless getting involved with the wrong people" he quickly glances over at Isaac and he's quickly looking down. "I wasn't thinking straight, I was trying to look for shortcuts because I was just tired of life in general, and I'm finally starting to feel like myself again," he smiles. "I don't want to sell, I don't, and I know you guys have your house getting worked on, but it's yours if you want it, Hail."

"I don't want it," the words flew out of my mouth quicker than I intended them too. "I mean I love that house dad, I do, just as much as you do, but I hate it just as much. It was such a big part of the lowest part of my life and I don't want anything to do with that side of me anymore.. It's a house," I say. "We'll build more memories in our house when it's done and your new one."

He smiles, "God you've grown so much, Hail."

I smile and glance over at Isaac who finally breaks his silence, "have you started looking around?"

My dad nods, "we're in between two right now, they're actually a couple blocks from your dads, from you guys."

Isaac's lips tug to the side as he raises an eyebrow, slightly tilting his head, "that's a pretty big upgrade, David."

"My daughter once told me that I need to start flaunting my money, so why not in a nice family home. Plus this way I'll be near my grandkids for whenever you guys decide to start having them in the future, there'll be plenty of space," he smiles.

My stomach immediately begins to whirl as Isaac begins to grin and looks off to the ground, squeezing my hand.

I inhale a deep subtle breath and exhale it slowly, "I mean- since we're on the subject already."

"What subject?" My questions as he picks up his menu, smiling.

"I'm pregnant, dad."

He immediately drops the menu down, his smile long gone, "I'm sorry what?"

"David-" Ana mutters beside him, reaching for his arm.

"I'm sorry you're what?"

"Perfect timing for the house right," I make a poor attempt to joke and lighten the mood.

"You're what?" He scoffs, shoving Ana's touch off of him. "You've been married for less than a month and you're already fucking pregnant?!"

"David!" Ana exclaims.

I instantly feel Isaac stiffen up next to me as he rapidly shakes his left leg up and down, his right hand tightening around the steak knife on the table.

I smack his hand causing him to drop it and look over at my dad, "I'll be four months as of tomorrow."

He doesn't pay me any mind though, he keeps all his attention on Isaac, at his closed fist. "I fucking wish you would kid, you're lucky we're in public."

"Dad!"

"Don't fucking tempt me, David, because I just might. I don't care that we're in public, this is my strip, a couple racks and suddenly people didn't see anything."

My dad scoffs loudly and I'm reaching for my husband's arm, attempting to get his attention, "hey, stop," I say as I reach for his hand and place it on my lap.

"You're not even old enough to buy alcohol, Hail, and you think you're ready to have a baby?"

Ow, that kind of hurt.

"David, that's enough!" Ana exclaims.

Isaac pulls his hand away from and he's reaching for the knife again. My heart just about stops when he stabs it into the table as he clings onto the handle, "say another fucking word, I dare."

"Stay the hell out of this, Matteo's she's my daughter, I'll talk to her how I want, you've done enough."

Isaac immediately bolts out of the chair and stands up as he begins to lean forward, "and now she's my wife, fucking get over it. She wears my last name now, I look after her now, I'm responsible for her now, I protect her now," he grits in between clenched teeth.

I reach for his hand and squeeze it when I feel his tremble. He's so close to the edge that if he doesn't defuse quickly he's gonna feed into the anger and black this out. "Baby stop please."

The restaurant doors ping as Carmelo's guys step into the building, ready to head towards our direction when Isaac's holding up his hand causing them to come to a halt.

"They protect her," Isaac points towards the men near the entrance. "Even from shitty family members."

"Isaac-"

"Give him the damn picture and let's go, Hail. I gotta go take a walk before I do something I might regret."

I nod as he leans down to kiss me on the top of my head and is leaving my dad, Ana, and I alone a couple seconds later.

My dad doesn't say anything as I dig around in my purse and find the ultrasound picture that I brought for him. I pull it out and hand it to Ana, "not that you care for it," I say to him as I get up from my chair and my cardigan is instantly exposing my tiny bump as it falls to the side.

"Hailey-"

"You know, dad- this reaction, I expected it from Carmelo, but not from you.. Congratulations, Ana, I'm sorry."

She shakes her head and smiles, "we'll call you in a couple days when he's had time to process.. Congratulations, honey."

I smile and turn to walk away to find both of Carmelo's guys still waiting at the entrance for me, a wave of emotions attempting to creep up as my eyes begin to burn from the tears building up. I can't cry though, I don't want to, that's only going to set off Isaac and I don't want to make things worse for him and my dad, I need them to get along.

"You okay, Mrs. Matteo?" One of the guys quickly asked as I walked over to them.

I shake my head and wipe the single tear that managed to escape, "I need a second before going outside."

"Why don't you take a minute," the other one says and I don't know why that instantly makes me smile.

Stupid hormones.

Inhale a deep breath and take a step forward, "let's go home guys."

"Yes ma'am."

*** Alright babies the baby is official out there let's let the drama begin 🥵😂 anyways I love you guys I hope you're enjoying the story so far!