She wasn’t pregnant in her dreams, but Preacher, he visited them, regularly.

It’s the hormones.

Stepping out of the closet, he held the book. “Here is one. No one has seen this, and they don’t know what I like to do in my spare time.”

“So this is absolute secrecy.”

“The highest level of secrecy.”

“I will guard it with my life. I promise.”

He held the book out to her, and she took it as he sat beside her.

Opening the first page, she saw sketches of trees. Bare branches with no leaves. There was no splash of color, but it looked amazing. The definition within each piece was exquisite.

She turned the page and was shocked to see one of Bishop as a boy. He was asleep in his crib.

“This is … I can’t believe you’ve never told anyone about your work.”

“I don’t talk about this kind of stuff with anyone.”

“It seems crazy to me for you to hide this. You’re really talented.”

There were some pictures of naked women, and she didn’t like how it struck her to see other women within his notebook. She quickly turned the page, not wanting to see any more of the women in his life.

What is with you lately?

She ignored her own question, looking through them. When she got to the end, she closed the book and turned to him. “Please tell me you will paint something for our daughter. I would really appreciate it.”

He sighed. “If I do, I won’t take credit for it.”

“Of course. But you’ll do it?”

“Yes, I’ll do it.”

She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her. “Thank you so much.”

“I’ll do whatever you need me to do, Robin. Just say the words.”

“Thank you.” She quickly pulled away. “Come on, I’ll show you where I think it will go.”

****

True to his word, Preacher spent every available night when Bishop wasn’t home, sketching on the wall. Robin had wanted their girl to wake up with a nice fairytale forest complete with animals, and a waterfall. This would take up the entirety of one wall.

While he sketched and painted, Robin made sure to keep a look out so no one saw him doing what he happened to enjoy. He didn’t know why he needed to keep it a secret, but it was important to him.

This was something he kept for himself, and didn’t wish to share it with anyone, especially not the club. He didn’t want to think of the reason why he’d been willing to share it with Robin.

She was different.

You need to get laid.

He’d not put a finger or cock in or on another woman since before the night he’d been with Robin.

Don’t fucking think about it.