“Thanks, I think.” She glanced over at him. “Thank you for everything. With Randall, and you know, everything.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

“You know you don’t owe me anything.”

Preacher didn’t say anything, and she waited.

“I don’t want you to get rid of our child,” Preacher said.

“I won’t.”

“I know it was an option I gave to you and it still is, but I’m asking you not to. I want to have this baby.”

She stopped and looked at him.

Grabbing his hand, she placed it on her stomach, holding it flat. “This is our baby, Preacher. I won’t get rid of it. It was never an option for me. Especially not now.” She lifted up the picture. His hand was still on her stomach. “How could I do that to this little baby?”

His blue eyes again.

What was happening to her?

They captivated her.

Preacher gently rubbed her stomach. “I’ll take care of you, and I’ll deal with Bishop.”

“He’s really not so bad.”

“Still, he’s my son, and I don’t like how much of a dick he’s behaving. I don’t accept it. I’ll deal with him.”

They arrived at her parents’ home.

She hadn’t been back to here since after the wedding.

Her parents had spent her last couple of days living there arguing all the time.

Preacher parked his bike and took the lead, standing at the door. He knocked on the door, and seconds later, Bear answered.

He pushed Preacher out of the way, pulling her in close for a hug. She held onto him so tightly. This was still her father, and she loved him so much.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve told you, you can come,” Preacher said.

Bear stroked her hair out of her face. “How are you?”

“Very pregnant,” she said lifting up the picture. “We just came from my appointment. I got to hear the baby’s heartbeat.”

“You did?”

“Yep.”

“I was there,” Preacher said.

“Is that Robin?” Rebecca asked, coming to the door.

She tensed up, seeing her mother. They’d never had the best relationship.

“It’s good to see you.” Rebecca pulled her in for a hug, and she was so taken by surprise that for several minutes she did no more than hold onto her.

“Mom, what is going on?” she asked.

“What? Can’t a mother miss her child? It’s so good to see you. Where’s Bishop?”

“He had to go and do other things.”

“Yeah, I know what other things. Oh, well, his loss. Come on, I made lasagna. Your favorite.”

She followed her mother into the house while Preacher and Bear talked.

“Is that my grandkid?” Rebecca asked.

“Yeah, it’s not a clear picture, but it’s there.” She held it out for her mother to take.