True to his word, Preacher spent every available night when Bishop wasn’t home, sketching on the wall. Robin had wanted their girl to wake up with a nice fairytale forest complete with animals, and a waterfall. This would take up the entirety of one wall.

While he sketched and painted, Robin made sure to keep a look out so no one saw him doing what he happened to enjoy. He didn’t know why he needed to keep it a secret, but it was important to him.

This was something he kept for himself, and didn’t wish to share it with anyone, especially not the club. He didn’t want to think of the reason why he’d been willing to share it with Robin.

She was different.

You need to get laid.

He’d not put a finger or cock in or on another woman since before the night he’d been with Robin.

Don’t fucking think about it.

Instead he focused on what was important. Dog had set up another fight to go down in over a week’s time. Neither of them needed to get a fighter. The men had gone to Dog, wanting it set up. They were missing the bloodbath that was to come.

Also, he had to go out of town next week, which pissed him off because he couldn’t rely on his son.

With the latest branch now having an abundance of green leaves, he put down his paintbrush, closed the bedroom, locked it, and went in search of Robin.

He found her sitting on the sofa in the living room with a hand on her stomach and a serene smile on her face.

“I thought you were bringing me a drink,” he said.

“I was, but she started to kick. Come and feel.” She held her hand out, and he went to her without question. She placed his palm flat against her stomach.

“Can you feel it?” she asked.

He waited, holding his breath to feel what she wanted him to. The moment his girl kicked, he smiled. “Oh, wow,” he said.

“I know, right? I can’t believe it. She kicked.”

“And she keeps on kicking. Hey, sweet girl. Do you know we’re making you an amazing bedroom?”

He got another kick, and Robin laughed.

“That’s right. Daddy is making your bedroom amazing, and I’m making him.” She giggled, and he loved the sound.

After a few minutes, she stopped kicking.

“I think she tired herself out.”

“It seems like it to me.” He leaned back against the sofa.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come up straight away. I was worried if I moved, she’d stop. I was hoping you’d come downstairs and feel it. Did you ever feel Bishop kick?”

“No. I never got too close when Flora was pregnant.”

“Do you miss her?”

“No. I hated her guts, and she hated mine.” He ran his hand across her stomach. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay. It’s weird being pregnant, but I’m getting used to it.”

“It’s a good look on you.”

“It is?”

“You’re glowing.” He cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her rosy skin. In the past few weeks, he’d seen her smiling more, and she looked ready for motherhood.

He couldn’t miss the plump, kissable lips, and they’d been capturing his attention for some time now and he’d been imagining kissing them, tasting her.

He didn’t dare do it, but he wanted to.

They were so close. How did they get so close?

The smile on Robin’s face vanished, but she didn’t pull away.

He didn’t know who moved first, only that her lips were on his, and the hand he had on her cheek sank into her hair, holding her in place as he kissed her back.

She let out a little gasp as he traced her lip with his tongue, and he plundered inside, drawing her closer.

Robin moved to straddle his lap.

Her pregnant stomach pressed against his, but he loved feeling her as she pressed her pussy next to his cock. It was an odd angle, but he deepened the kiss, sliding one hand down her back to cup her ass.

It had been so long. His cock was rock-hard as it pressed against her core.

Both of them pulled apart at the sound of the door opening.