Chapter 4 - Chapter 4 {Quadruplets}

Dr. Ali chuckled at the look on Isabella's face.

"You're pregnant with quadruplets," she said gently, placing her hand lightly on Isabella's stomach.

"Four healthy babies."

Isabella felt like she was dreaming or hallucinating or maybe both. Quadruplets? How was that even possible? She thought she was too stressed out to conceive even one baby.

Victor was just as shocked and stunned by the news as Isabella. He looked down at her stomach in disbelief, trying to process what he had just heard.

"Quadruplets…" he repeated softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know it's a lot to take in," Dr. Ali said with a gentle smile.

"But just remember you will be a wonderful mother may I ask who the father is?" Dr. Ali asked. Isabella shook her head she knows damn well no guy would ever sleep with her so how she got pregnant is just a mystery to her.

Isabella shook her head weakly at the doctor's question. She couldn't tell her the truth - that she had no idea how she got pregnant or who the father could be. She glanced over at Victor again, feeling a pang of guilt and shame for not knowing who the father of her babies was. She couldn't bear to look at him for too long though, feeling like he must be judging her silently.

"Isa! I am going to be an uncle! Oh my gosh this awesome!"

Isabella felt a wave of relief wash over her as she heard Victor's words. Despite everything that had happened, he was still here for her and supporting her. She smiled weakly at him, feeling grateful for his presence.

Dr. Ali chuckled softly at Victor's excitement.

"Looks like someone is excited about becoming an uncle."

"Of course! Who wouldn't be thrilled about becoming an uncle?" Victor replied with a grin.

Dr. Ali chuckled again, clearly amused by Victor's enthusiasm.

"Well, just remember that being an uncle comes with a lot of responsibility," she said gently.

"You'll need to be there for your sister and help her out as much as you can."

"Don't worry Dr. Ali, I'll be there for Isa every step of the way," Victor promised, placing a hand on Isabella's shoulder reassuringly.

"Thank you brother the four little kids will sure love there uncle."

Dr. Ali nodded approvingly at Victor's words.

"I'm sure they will," she said with a smile.

"And don't forget to take care of yourself too, Victor. Being an uncle can be just as stressful and exhausting as being a parent."

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks doc." Victor replied smiling warmly at Dr. Ali.

Dr. Ali smiled back at Victor before turning her attention back to Isabella.

"Well I'll leave you two alone for now," she said gently.

"But if there's anything else I can do or if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask."

Isabella nodded weakly at the doctor, still feeling dazed and overwhelmed by everything that had happened. She watched as Dr. Ali left the room, leaving her alone with Victor.

Victor went to get something to drink while Isabella was thinking how did she got pregnant?

Isabella couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't adding up. How could she be pregnant with quadruplets when she hadn't been intimate with anyone? It didn't make any sense. She tried to remember everything that had happened leading up to this moment but nothing stood out in particular.

As Victor returned with a cup of water for Isabella, he noticed the confused and troubled look on her face. He sat down next to her bed and handed her the cup of water.

"Hey," he said gently, placing a hand on hers.

"Are you okay? You look like you're deep in thought."

Isabella waved her chubby hand and she took a sip of water. She was pregnant with four little babies she felt honestly happy she touched her stomach and she sighed in her thoughts 'Don't worry Mommy will protect you.'

Victor noticed the small gesture she made to her stomach and he smiled softly. He could see the mixture of emotions on her face - confusion, fear, but also a hint of happiness.

"You're already protective over them aren't you?" He asked gently.

Isabella nods slowly. She loves those little babies she doesn't know how they got there but she will protect them with her life.

Victor smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand gently.

"You're going to be a great mother," he said quietly.

"I know this must be a lot to take in right now, but I'm here for you every step of the way."

"Thank you brother."

Victor smiled at her again, feeling relieved that he could be there for her during this difficult time.

"Of course," he replied softly.

"That's what brothers are for."

He paused for a moment before speaking again.

"Have you thought about telling anyone else yet?"

"Not yet.." Isabella hesitated slightly. She wasn't sure how their family would react to the news of her pregnancy. No she honestly had a good idea and she doesn't want anything to happen to them.

"Just relax and you don't have to tell them yet but they will find out."

Isabella nods slowly, taking another sip of water.

"Okay.."

Victor watched as she sipped her water, noticing the worry and fear in her eyes. He knew that this was a lot for her to process and he wanted to do everything he could to help.

"Hey," he said gently, reaching out to take her hand again.

"It's going to be okay. I promise."

Isabella was finally discharged from the hospital it has taken two days but some of the bruises where gone. It was dark outside and also raining so when Isabella saw her stepmother and dad staring at her she also saw her stepsisters and Zane staring at her.

Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw her stepmother and father staring at her. She could see the disdain and judgment in their eyes as they took in her appearance.

Her stepsisters sneered at her while Zane looked away wicked smirk but also a disdain look.

Isabella's father stepped forward, his face twisted in anger and disgust.

"What the hell happened to you?" He growled, looking her up and down.

"You look like a goddamn mess."

Isabella's father stepped forward, his face twisted in anger and disgust.

"What the hell happened to you?" He growled, looking her up and down.

"You look like a goddamn mess."

"I…"

"Your dad asked you a question you worthless brat!" A old man shouted that was there grandfather Mike.