There was no point in accepting his apology. They would only be fighting soon enough again anyway. There really was no reason to pretend they wouldn’t be.

“I didn’t want to fight, and I’m so freaking sorry. I fucked up.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

“No, it’s not. I know none of this is your fault.” He walked into the room and sat down beside her, taking her hand, linking their fingers together. “You know I love you.”

“Yeah, I know. Love you too.” She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I just can’t believe it, you know. I thought Milly was a nice girl. She was always so sweet.”

That’s because you were giving her what she wanted.

Robin hadn’t asked about Milly. There really wasn’t any point to. She didn’t care. In fact, since her mother dragged her into the clubhouse to reveal the identity of the father of her child, she hadn’t been back to the clubhouse.

Having everyone stare at her was not a place she wanted to be.

Bishop didn’t let go of her hand. “It was supposed to be me, and I guess I’m jealous.”

She laughed. The sound was forced even to her. “It’s not like I walked up to Preacher and asked him to sleep with me. None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for Milly.”

“I know. I know.” Bishop let go of her hand and got up. “I just … you’re mine.”

“Bishop, I don’t belong to anyone. I’m not a piece of property. I’m just me.”

“You will always be mine.”

“You’re not listening.”

Bishop cupped her face. “I love you. I wanted to be your first, your only.”

She covered his hands with her own. She didn’t have the heart to tell him she didn’t want him to be. Instead, she offered him a smile.

No matter what she said to Bishop, he heard what he wanted to, and saw what he did.

She was surprised he still went through with their rushed wedding, not that either of them had any choice in the matter.

Preacher was there, and Bear, Rebecca, and most of the club were there to see her married to Bishop.

Her mother had even been nice to her, telling her it was a good thing Preacher wanted to take care of her, how some men would have asked her to get rid of the baby.

She didn’t know if that was ever going to be an option.

At the moment, she didn’t feel pregnant. Everything seemed to be going by in a blur.

“You’re going to be giving birth to my fucking brother or sister. That is just messed up. I can’t even think about it because when I do, it creeps me out. I’ve got to get out of here,” he said.

“Where are you going?”