Perfectly Star-Crossed Chapter Twenty-Two- Sorting Things Out

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. That's what I kept telling myself. It had been a week since Isaiah had gotten his "punishment", and we were a block away from George's house. I gripped Isaiah's hand tightly, mine was sweating. I never sweat, yet here I was, sweating like a pig, which I have to tell you, is a ridiculous phrase because pigs don't sweat. At least that's what I've heard, but I could have heard wrong. Anyway, I was nervous, that's all you need to know.

"Calm down Delilah," the first four times he said it his voice was understanding and soothing. This last time, he just snapped it. I could understand his irritation, if I were him and had to put up with me being so nervous, I would have lost my patience after the first time.

"Sorry," I muttered. I couldn't help it. I didn't know why I was nervous, I am almost never nervous. Finally we pulled up to a gianormous- yes I know it's not a real word- house. It was a beautiful brick building with the greenest lawn I've ever seen in my life. It wasn't gated like most big houses. But as we pulled up to the front I saw a lot of cameras. Isaiah parked the car and we sat there for a minute.

"Everything's going to be fine Princess. George will take care of us, I promise," he said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Will he let you out?" I asked quietly. Isaiah's face scrunched up in confusion.

"Huh?" Any other time I would have thought the look was amazingly cute, but not today, not right now.

"Will he let you out, so you don't have to do missions anymore?" His face lost it's confusion and his eyes softened. He sighed.

"I'll need to work for him for awhile longer, so he's not supporting us for nothing," he said softly. There were the tears again. I didn't let them fall but I felt that irritating burning.

"I understand," I whispered. When the hell did I get so whiney? Honestly, I couldn't stand myself. "Maybe, by the time the baby comes around?" I asked hopefully, but I didn't count on it. Isaiah just sighed and got out of the car, coming around and opening my door for me. He didn't wait for me as he walked up to the front door and so I hurried to catch up to him and took his hand in mine. He held it loosely. Okay, he was mad at me I guess. I squeezed tightly on his hand until he reacted and held my hand properly.

He rang the doorbell and was answered almost immediately. A tall, tan, heavy woman opened the door and hugged Isaiah to her. "Oh good, you're here! We were getting worried," she said in a thick Italian accent. She looked down at me and smiled. "This must be Delilah," she said letting go of Isaiah and grabbing me. I stiffened, not use to any physical affection from anyone but Isaiah. I patted her on the back and she let go. "You really must be something for our Isaiah here to lie to us," there was no malice in her voice, she was genuinely sweet. "Come in, come in. Georgie is expecting you," she said, waving us into the house.

We were taken through a large entry way that had marble floors and white walls. There were a few statues in there and it was absolutely beautiful. She lead us down a hall to a large wooden door. She knocked, and without waiting for an answer entered. Isaiah squeezed my hand and we walked in behind her. It was a dark wooden room with a few book shelves and a large desk in it. Behind the desk sat a man. He stood as we entered and I felt like a fricken midget. Everyone in the damn place was tall. He was taller than Isaiah, who was like a giant next to me. He was well built with dark skin, dark hair and dark eyes. I felt pale, short and fat thanks to the second person growing in me.

"Isaiah, welcome back," he said with a brilliantly white smile, he had to use whitening strips. Teeth just aren't naturally that white. His gaze went to me. "My, she is beautiful," he said with a smile. I tried not to feel flattered, this was the man who had beaten Isaiah up hard core, but with his dark gaze on me and the sincerity in his voice, it was hard not to. "Welcome to the family, little one," I chanced a look back at him and he had a smaller smile on his face and warmth in his eyes. I decided then, that I really didn't understand these people.

"Uh, thanks," I said quietly.

"Anyway, Isaiah," George said, turning back to Isaiah. "We have a couple houses that are available, you and your," he paused, "woman," he finally decided on and I stifled my laughter, "can go look at them tomorrow. I have a job for you tonight. Lucy can show Delilah to your room while we sit and chat," he nodded at Lucy and she took my hand and started walking away. I did not want to leave Isaiah. I almost refused but he gave my hand a tight squeeze and let go. I sighed and followed Lucy, pulling my hand from hers.

Once we were out of the room she slowed down so I could walk next to her instead of behind her. She chatted aimlessly for awhile as she lead me through three hallways and up two flights of stairs. She lead me into a room that was, like the rest of the house, magnificent. I won't go into details describing it, cause I'm not really detail oriented. But it was nice and had it's own bathroom. She turned to me and looked at me seriously.

"I hope you love him, honestly love him. He has never, not once lied to us, even when he was a young boy. He's sacrificing a lot for you. He means a lot to me and I would hate to see him hurt," I heard the underlying threat there. I nodded.

"I can guarantee you, I do love Isaiah. I have given up everything I ever knew, gone against orders, and killed my boss for him. If there's anything else I need to do to prove it, I have no clue what it is because I don't think you can get any more sacrificial than that," I told her firmly. She smiled brightly.

"I like you already, it's a shame he had to meet somebody like this, but at least he is happy," she said before putting a hand on my shoulder, squeezing and walking out, shutting the door behind her. I was glad she was gone. I decided to check out the bathroom and I could have died happy when I found they had a tub like the one I had at my apartment. I immediately started running the water and stripped my clothes, settling down into the tub with a sigh. Heaven on earth was right here. I closed my eyes and began to think. Everything was so easy. Too easy. Could it really be that good? Most things had more of a challenge than this situation. I honestly was expecting a war to break out on Isaiah and myself. I was worried that everything was going too smoothly. Something bad had to happen.

As I was thinking so deeply, I didn't hear Isaiah come in the bathroom. So when I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me forward I was surprised. He pushed me forward a bit and slid in behind me. He left his hands on my shoulders as I leaned back against him, rubbing them soothingly. His fingers were magic. I sighed contentedly, before my mind starts reeling again.

"Were you mad at me earlier?" I ask quietly. His hands momentarily stop and so I shrug my shoulders to keep him going.

"No Princess, I am mad at myself and I took it out on you. I'm sorry," he whispered the last part and kissed my neck. I turned my head and kissed his temple.

"Why are you mad at yourself?" I ask before settling back against him. His hands move from my shoulders and go under my arms to wrap around my stomach. He stayed silent for awhile, gently running his hands across my stomach.

"I want the best life for you. If I could get out I would Delilah. But I have no other way to support us. I've never done real, honest work. Plus, this is my family. I can't abandon them when they still need me. I talked to George about all of this. I can be like Brian, but that's the best I can do. He can destroy my papers, make it look as if I never existed in the mob. But I will still be working for him," I nodded in understanding.

Isaiah's hands start moving south and I suck in a breath. Did I mention before, he has magic fingers? It had been since that fateful day in Brian's basement that we had been together. It seemed like a lifetime ago. As one hand went down the other went up and I was overwhelmed with feeling. My head was spinning as he sucked on my neck. I turned to face him, annoyed for a moment how big my stomach was. I kissed him on the mouth and his arms wrapped around me.

"It's been too easy," I said between kisses. "Life isn't this simple, shouldn't something worse happen?" I whispered. He kissed me deeply.

"Sometimes, things can be this simple," and that was that. He made me forget about everything, if only for a little while.

Sorry it's been so long. I have been on a reading kick. I'm guessing maybe two more chapters of this. Then I'll write the first few chapters of the sequel before I actually post it. And I'm going to try and update the other story I have up here. I think that still has quite a way to go I just need to get motivation for it. Anyway, I love your reviews so tell me what you think.

Crazychic7278- Thank you so much I truly appreciate it.

Bianca08- They're a very understanding family. But rules are rules and they can't let anyone think they're going soft. So Isaiah needed that. They wouldn't touch her cause she's pregnant.

Futureauthor852- Sorry I didn't update soon! But I'll try to get the next one up faster.