She’d kicked Bishop out of her bed because to have him there felt like a betrayal. He’d not wanted her to be pregnant in the first place, so he didn’t understand the pain. Bishop would always hold her stomach, and for now, she just wanted people to keep their hands to themselves.

“No, I really don’t want to talk about anything. I just want to … I want to forget.”

“There’s no forgetting, Robin.”

“I know. I’m trying to find an easy answer. It’s not like I even knew her, you know. I didn’t get to hold her. I felt her kick, and she’d move around.” She shook her head as the tears started to fall, and she couldn’t stop them.

Preacher pulled her into his arms.

She didn’t fight him.

Wrapping her arms around his back she held onto him, not wanting to let go.

“I’ve got you,” he said.

Sobbing against his chest didn’t help her, but it at least allowed her the chance to mourn.

Preacher stroked her back, his fingers sliding between the strands of her hair. His touch felt amazing to her.

She rested her head against his jacket and breathed him in.

“I know I’m not much of a person to talk to, but if you ever need me, all you’ve got to do is call me and I’ll be there, I promise.”

She tilted her head back, and smiled.

“Okay?”

He cupped her face, wiping away the tears. His touch was so soft.

They both pulled away from each other as the door opened and closed.

Bishop entered the kitchen seconds later and she was already preparing herself a sandwich.

“Hey, all,” Bishop said. He walked to her, put a hand on her waist, and kissed her head. She tried not to tense up.

It was getting harder to accept any kind of physical contact from him as the days passed.

“You’re in a chipper mood,” she said.

“I am. I’ll have a sandwich if you’re making for everyone. Dad, I’ve got to talk to you.”

“In my office.”

She watched both men leave. It was club stuff. From what she knew so far, Preacher hadn’t hit out at O’Klaren, but she knew he would. It would only be a matter of time. The cop himself hadn’t been by to talk to her.

She’d not seen him either, and she didn’t know exactly what she’d do if the cop came near her. Because of him, she’d lost her little baby, and she hated the man for it.

She’d never been one for hatred, but knowing what he’d done and what it had cost her, she wanted him to hurt.

With all three sandwiches complete, she walked to the dining room, sitting down.

Preacher and Bishop joined her.