It was so strange to her.

“This is nice,” she said, spinning around, and he pressed her up against her closed locker.

“What is?”

“You, holding me. Treating me like I actually exist rather than pushing me away.”

“Give me a break here, Robin. You know this is hard.”

“You think this is hard?” She shook her head. “You know, it’s not easy for me. Do you really think I wanted any of this?”

“You know, getting rid of it is still an option. Preacher wouldn’t mind.”

She stopped. She’d not been asked about what she wanted to do with the baby since the revelation of who the father was. She’d not thought about getting rid of it.

The morning sickness did suck and continued to be a problem for her. Also feeling sick at the slightest of smells wasn’t exactly a good thing. There was a lot she was hating about the pregnancy, but there were moments when she’d think about her little baby. She didn’t know if it was a boy or girl. Randall had advised her she may not get to see the sex of her baby on the first ultrasound, which he’d set up at his private clinic for next week.

Bishop and Preacher both said they’d be there, but she didn’t know if she could rely on them to show up. There was so much to be uncertain of.

She spent a great deal of time on her own. Bishop was always out, probably with half of the girls who hated her guts, which wasn’t a problem. She completely understood he had his own life to lead, and even though they were married, they had this big problem between them.

It will only get bigger and rounder.

“I … erm…”

“Robin Riley.”

She turned her head to see Principal Arnold walking toward her.

“Sir,” she said.

Bishop didn’t pull away from her.

She was still reeling from the revelation that Bishop wanted her to get rid of it, or at least it was an option.

Was it really an option?

“You’re wanted in my office.”

She looked at Bishop. He grabbed her bag. “Let’s go then.”

“You’re not coming here.”

“You think I’m going to allow you to drag my wife into your office without being close. Believe me, I will be there. Her name’s Robin Keats now. Remember it.” Bishop took her hand, and it was like their time at his place didn’t matter. They were together now when it mattered.

When they got to Arnold’s office, the principal stood in front of Bishop.

“I’ll call my father,” Bishop said.

She noticed how Arnold tensed, and she stepped into his office, not wanting to cause any more trouble.