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| Spoilers: None. Not yet.|
|A/N: I never thought I'd write a story like this. I tried mixing all possible genres I could think of. The fluff of this particular chappy is not the only place I'm going with this fic. Expect quite a lot of drama in upcoming chaps. I started writing this story when I heard 'Under the Moon of Love' by Showaddywaddy on the radio one day. This is not a song fic. I do use lyrics, but only one line per chapter. The lyrics used in this fic are placed between brackets [and in italics]. I'm not new to the fandom, but I am new to this style of writing.|
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[Let's sit down and talk, under the moon of love]
She breathes love into his mouth. Don feels it like he's never felt it before. Magic. He considers it a cliché, but he also realizes that this is it. She's the one. Robin is his magic. That one moment he knows who he wants to spend the rest of his days with, who he wants to grow old with. He just knows. Yes, a cliché, but not less true.
Robin takes him to the beach. She pulls him away from work to a place without violence. It's late in the evening, it's dark, but they can still see every detail of the other's face. She guides him to one of her favorite spots near the sea. They sit down on the sand and with her left hand she reaches for his right one. Robin is guiding him again and he lets her. With Robin near, Don doesn't feel like he needs to be in control of the situation. He lets go. He lets her surprise him. She guides his hand to her belly. She doesn't have to tell him because he knows where this is heading, but it still feels good to use the words.
"We're pregnant," she whispers into his ear. Don doesn't know what to say and she doesn't expect him to bring out any clever words. She allows him to process this new bit of information. They're in this together. It's that simple.
Don keeps his hand on her belly, like a magnetic force welcoming him, but at the same time not allowing him to break contact. It's inviting, but overwhelming at the same time.
"I'm right here," she assures him, "we're not going anywhere."
He hopes she's telling him the truth. Robin's hand is still on top of Don's. She can't let go either. Deep down she knows she doesn't have to let go. He's hers. Forever.
Realization hits him, it's not a cliché. It's not love she breathes into his mouth when she kisses him. It's life, or maybe it's both. She moves him, she moves his world. She makes him feel alive.
tbc
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