There’s no surprise that Noa doesn’t even give him an inch when it comes to information about her and the doc, and frankly Bishop would have expected nothing less. She wouldn’t be the woman that she was if she suddenly took to relinquishing information freely. Bishop doesn’t push for anything more from her either, knowing that when she’s good and ready to say something she will.
Every last bit of seeming as if it was second nature to take care of the boys could be chalked up to the time Bishop had spent since their birth first watching Teagan with them for the short time his boys had their mama, and then later watching Bunny. Sure, these weren’t the first babies he had come in contact with, he had a whole slew of nieces and nephews in Kentucky (he tried not to wonder if they were alive or dead), but life and thus taking care of them was different when they were yours. A bottle was handed off to Noa and then he was focused on Lincoln, his gaze all but trained on his son right up until Noa spoke again, breaking the very momentary silence that had fallen.
Bishop stops himself from breathing out the curse words he wants to exclaim in frustration, for her to voicing that thought meant her pain ran deeper than even had had expected. “You should have gotten one,” is what he finally settles on saying, blue eyes meeting hers. “He was a whole lotta of talk, but I guess when push came to shove he didn’t quite care about any of us that way he said he did.” Bishop continued with a distinct note of anger in his tone. Anger not so much for himself, but for everyone else feeling the pain of this loss. “No, it ain’t fair that we’re left cleaning up his mess, but I suppose life ain’t always fair.” His gaze drops down to his boys again, knowing that they had already felt the sting of that fact and they didn’t even know it yet.
“I didn’t either,” Bishop remarked with a sigh. “Least he never came off as one until now.” Because nobody could deny it was cowardly to split town while so much of Austin was entrenched in the very chaos and destruction the Hellhounds, lead by Rodeo, had brought upon it.