A Monster's Beauty (In the Arms of Monsters #3) - Sam Crescent Page 0,7

wouldn’t kill each other but not putting it past them, she found her father in the sitting room, nursing a bottle of water.

“I figured you’d want a stiff drink.”

“I don’t drink anymore and I haven’t for some time.” He sipped at his bottle of water. “At least I try not to. Taking it one day at a time.”

“I’m taking Preacher to see Bethany. Would you like to see her?”

“No,” he said.

“Oh.”

“Look, I know right now you’re happy with everything. You’ve gotten to see your daughter and your memories have returned. But him being here, it’s not going to end well, and you’re a fool if you think there’s any chance this will work.”

She nodded. “I don’t know what to do, Dad. I’m trying to make the right decisions here. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Don’t make the right decision for everyone, make the final decision, and you know what I mean. No matter which way you look at his, sweetheart, someone is going to get hurt. Now, one person out there deserves it. Bishop as well. The other, well, he was the one who wouldn’t stop looking for you. Who wouldn’t give up on you no matter what.”

“I know.”

“I hope you make the right decision.”

“You’re really not going to come and see her? She’s your granddaughter, and she didn’t do nothing wrong.”

“I know. I know, but after tonight, I just need some space. I’m not like Preacher. I don’t trust myself.”

“Oh, okay.” It hurt knowing her father wanted nothing to do with her little girl, but she couldn’t judge him, not after everything. While she’d been taken, he’d seen everything Preacher had gone through, and she could only imagine the pain he’d witnessed.

She stepped back and returned to find Reaper and Preacher staring off at each other. Sick to her stomach, she only smiled at them. “I’m sorry to keep you guys waiting.” She didn’t anticipate a response and she rushed upstairs into the nursery.

On entering, she felt a wave of sadness that always struck her. This was supposed to be her and Preacher’s baby’s room. Was she making a mistake bringing Bethany here? Was this cruel of her, expecting Preacher to just allow another man’s child to sleep in this very room? The same room he helped her to decorate and build. Everything was all going so crazy, and she didn’t know what the hell to do anymore. Nothing made any kind of real sense to her.

Now with her memories back, the old pain and regret flooded her. Stepping up to the crib, she tried to push down her feelings. She loved Bethany. There was a love she didn’t know could even exist as she stared at her innocent child, but it was there, simmering beneath the surface. She stroked her sleeping daughter’s cheek.

She’d have loved for Bethany to wake up, to scream, to relieve the tension, but nothing.

“She’s beautiful,” Preacher said, stepping up beside the crib. “I … I bet it’s been tough for her to not have her mother with her.”

“It has, but I consoled her.” Reaper’s voice permeated the room.

Preacher gritted his teeth and all she wanted to do was reach out, hold his hands, and tell him it was going to be okay, but how the fuck could she do that when she didn’t have a clue how to deal with all of the other chaos going on in her head? Not only had her memories returned but so had this need as well. The love of both men, and that she wished she had never returned. She saw the hatred between them. Knew deep in her heart there was only one man she could be with. Bear was right. Someone was going to get hurt. If she picked Reaper, she’d always wonder about Preacher. She was torn from him even before they had a chance to be together. If she picked Preacher, Reaper’s death wouldn’t be soon after.

To many, this was an easy decision, but to Robin, it wasn’t.

When she gave birth to Bethany, she truly believed she’d never be near or see Preacher again. She never for a second thought she’d fall right back in love with him, desperate for his touch and his love.

Now, she also held that love for Reaper. Yes, there were the bad memories, of course there were, but this, it wasn’t right.

“Would you like to hold her?” Robin asked.

“When she’s awake, maybe. Excuse me.”

Preacher left the room. She listened as he talked to her father downstairs and flinched