Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He ran his thumb across the tiny diamond. He’d spent a small fortune on it and seeing it on her finger gave him a thrill. “I’m going to be honest with you, I want to kill Bishop.”
“He’s your son.”
“And he fucked up big time. I can’t just forgive shit like that. It’s not who I am.”
“Then who is it?” she asked. “I don’t want you to kill Bishop because of me. There’s already a lot of death on my hands.”
“No. It’s not.” He squeezed her hand, hoping to offer her some comfort, but she shook her head.
“Yes, it is. Milly. O’Klaren. My mom. Reaper. His club. It’s all because of me.” She started to have tears in her eyes. “How can I not be filled with so much regret? If I’d died, none of this would have happened.”
Preacher gritted his teeth. “Let me be clear and I will only ever say this once, and you will never bring it up. Milly died because she hurt you. Not only did she drug you, she put you in a bad situation. It could have been a lot worse. She disobeyed the club. O’Klaren, that fucker took everything from us. He had it coming. I will never mourn his death. Your mother, she was in bed with him. She wanted you to suffer, and in no way should you feel sorry for her. She was a spiteful bitch with a rotten cunt. Don’t ever regret her death. She would’ve done everything in her power to make you suffer. Reaper and his club. I know you had feelings for him. I don’t want to understand it, but what makes everything worse is that I do. The only good thing to come from your time with him is this little girl, and believe me, she is a very special, beautiful girl. Now, I love you. You will not feel guilt or pain, or any other kinds of those feelings. Do you understand me?”
“I understand.”
“No buts. Nothing. Your hands are clean. They will always be clean and I promise you, Robin, I’m going to make sure you never know pain or death again.” He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her closer. “Now, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this kid has taken a big dump and it stinks. I don’t do diapers.”
Robin burst out laughing as she wiped away the tears.
Chapter Twelve
“You both look nervous,” Randall said.
Robin held Preacher’s hand, feeling a little sick. “Not nervous. Our baby has been, you know, a little evasive.”
“You do know in some cases the sex of the baby is never confirmed until birth. I can’t give you an answer if the little guy or girl doesn’t want me to see.” Randall sat on the chair beside her, clicking on the monitor in front of him.
“I get it.” She turned to Preacher. “We want to know if it’s a boy or girl.”
“So long as it will let us.”
“It?” Robin asked.
“What? I don’t know what else to call … that thing.”
“Seriously. Our baby, our child, baby, any kind of reference to our child being someone rather than an it.”
“You’re taking it a little too personally. I think her hormones are all out of whack, Doctor,” Preacher said.
“He blames everything on the hormones. I no longer enjoy chocolate pancakes and it’s all because of my hormones. I swear if I didn’t like him one day, he’d blame the baby.”
“Probably.”
Randall chuckled. “It’s good to see you two like this. I did worry you wouldn’t be able to work out your differences, but now I see you’re both giving each other a real chance. Now, this gel will be a little cold. We’ve gone through this before.”
She nodded. It was cold on her stomach. She took a deep breath and then she heard the beautiful sound of a heartbeat.
“Good and strong, I like that. So I hear you two will be getting married in a couple of weeks,” Randall said.
“We’re having a small ceremony at the clubhouse,” Robin said.
“To which you’re invited, if you’d like,” Preacher asked.
“I did wonder. I’ve yet to receive my invitation in the mail.”
“We didn’t send any out, so you’d be waiting. We knew we were coming to see you, and so we waited to invite you in person,” Robin said. “Of course if you’d like to come, that is.”
“I would love to. It would be nice to see you both happy and settling down. Why the clubhouse? Why not in a church?” Randall asked.
Robin looked at her fiancé. He’d been the one to suggest the church. “I didn’t want to get married in a church. I feel our life together began at the clubhouse and that’s where we should be united.” She smiled at him. “Where did you and your wife have your ceremony?”