~Victor POV~
The last few days since hearing the news about Bella being pregnant had really f****d me up, mentally. In my fear and panic when she collapsed at our divorce hearing, I had thought Bella was on death’s doorstep. Especially after it took almost a day for her to regain consciousness. At that very moment, everything had fallen into place, my anger was no more, my guilt over the way I treated her and being with Amelia was ever present, and my need to make it right and asking for forgiveness was overwhelming. I had prayed and bargained with God for her speedy recovery, but I guess God had a warp sense of humor. Why else would He decide now, of all times, was it the perfect time for Isabella to fall pregnant?
Here I was hearing the words I had prayed for so long coming out of Dr.
