Title: Bobby the duck
Pairing: Alex/Bobby all the way!
Disclaimer: they're no mine

A/N: This story came up like this:I once gave a stuffed animal as a gift for a "friend".The truth is I was in love with this guy and that present seemed completely perfect for him.why? well,his name is Patricio (Patrick) and in my country we called them "Pato" in English means Duck,that's why I gave him a yellow stuffed duck...pathetic,isn't it? it is since he didn't feel the same.

I won't call him bastard,like I usually do when I man brokes my heart,coz I still love

oh and please be nice.this is my first CI fic :

KUDDOS TO MY BETA MELISSA!!

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He was the first one who visited me after I gave birth who wasn't family related, of course. His was the first number I dialed after waking up from my nap. He was the first name my mouth could reproduce from the pain; the only image I had in my brain to keep me safe from the lack of normality in all this. I look outside the window. It's a cloudy day; a dark day for me. I feel like something is missing; something I knew wasn't mine to begin with, but I can't help but feel a huge amount of loneliness and emptiness; something I know will be hard to fill in.

He knocks on the door, softly. Turning around, I see him standing on the doorway, a sweet smile on his face.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" he whispers. I shake my head.

"Come on in, Bobby."

He walks slowly; each step carefully taken.He's probably thinking about not making too much noise, which is kind of ridiculous, since we're alone in this room.I move aside and give him plenty of space for him to sit. He does, extremely carefully.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Tired, but good, nonetheless." I try to smile, but my face doesn't seem to respond. He squeezes my hand, sweetly.

"I bought you something."

He puts a bag out to rest on his lap; something I did not notice when he walked in. What I see next, surprises me in a very sweet, sentimental way. I bite my lip to suppress the tears; I'm getting way to emotional. He waves a small, yellow, stuffed duck in front of my face. I laugh at his playful reaction.

"I hope you like ducks?" he asks, shyly.

"I love it, Bobby," I say, smiling. "Thank you."

I hold it close to my chest, as if it was the baby that was quickly taken away from me. Bobby watches me in admiration and smiles. He doesn't know what to say. I understand because I know him better than anyone, and he understands how empty and lonely I feel.

"I'll call him Bobby," I say and he laughs. "Bobby the duck."

"He'll keep you company. Take care of you when I'm gone."

I avoid his gaze. I couldn't let him see me this weak, but now it's too much for me. I can't seem to control my emotions any longer and I let myself cry. I feel Bobby's arms around me as I sob uncontrollably. He shushes me, soothingly.

"I'm sorry," I apologize between sobs. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I just keep thinking of all the plans you make when you're pregnant, you know?"

He nods, slowly and stares at me. I feel I need to get this off my chest.

"But I'm not part of that," I continue. "I know when I leave I'll be home alone; I won't have the baby with me because he wasn't mine in the first place."

The last words came out as a big sob. He cups my face with his big hands, wiping away the tears running down my cheeks.

"Someday you'll be blessed with a child. Your own baby and I'm sure you'll be a wonderful mother," he says. I smile between tears.

"Thank you." I kiss the palm of his hand and I receive a warm smile from him.

"You're welcome," he said. "And if that doesn't happen any time soon, you still have Bobby the duck."

I laugh and hold the stuffed animal even closer. "Yeah, I have you."

"Yes. You have Bobby and Bobby."

THE END

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