While Teagan might have seen his actions as cold, in reality Bishop still just needed some space. He cared about her, if he didn’t he wouldn't have come to the trailer minutes after Sarge had contacted them. But caring about her, loving her, being relieved that both she and the babies were alive, that he wasn’t the rat. It didn’t erase the pain he had felt upon finding out the truth of what she had hid from him.
He had spent months inside La Quinta not giving a damn, assuming the worst and figuring he was going to die behind bars. If he had known about his impending fatherhood maybe he would have approached it all differently. No, he knew he would have done things differently. Shoving aside his own feelings for a moment, he paused in his actions and turned around to look at her, really look at her. He had been studying Teagan since the moment he set foot in Rodeo’s trailer, taking in every mark that Sonny had left on her, tell tale signs of just how hard she had had to fight to get home.
Bishop had never in his life wanted to harm another human being as much as he had wanted to harm Sonny the minute he had seen the state Teagan was in. It had stopped him in his tracks and Bishop had had to take a moment to recover. As with everything lately his feelings were conflicted. This. It didn’t erase the hurt he felt over the fact that Teagan had made a decision for him, not trusting him enough to keep his head if he knew about it. Not just that, but she had gone straight into danger knowing they could never, not even a little bit, be sure that once they left the gates of the Dog Park they would be returning in once piece, or even alive.
Heaving a sigh, Bishop shoved all those swirling thoughts out of his mind and focused on the here and now. On the woman laying in the bed in front of him. “I’m here,” he replied, stepping closer to the bed and settling down on the edge. He couldn't give her entirely what she wanted, not yet. They still had their hurdles to get over. “We have stuff we need to work out, but not now,” Bishop continued as he reached a hand out and gingerly touched the bruises on her face. “Right now we need to focus on you,” he paused as his gaze dropped down to her pregnant belly. “And on our kids.”