This is my first fic, so please be nice. I was sitting at my computer and this idea came to mind. I began writing and, well, here I am. All characters belong to ABC, except Bailee, Layla, and any other future characters I decide to make up. Let me say, I wasn't sure aobut putting this up, but hey, I'm giving it a shot. This chapter is pretty long though, it's the first thing I wrote. Bailee is my best friend's name so that's where I got that from. And Layla is the who called me a whore and punched me in front of like 10 of my friends. This pretty much follows gh until about September. The story takes place in approximatley 2010.

Patrick Drake slowly walked into the park, aware of the fact that a blonde woman was keeping stride with him. Why am I marrying a model? he asked himself for the millionth time since Layla got down on one knee. Yep, that's right. Layla proposed. It was ironic, actually. He had met Layla at a bar in Atlanta, where he had fled after The Day. He though of it as in capitals. The Day; when his world crashed down, when he made the biggest mistake of his life. The Day, when he let Robin go.

He had walked out, without a word. Leaving the only woman he had ever loved holding that blue stick, tears welling in her eyes and spilling over her cheeks. Her trembling hand pushing back a lock of her dark chestnut colored hair.

Why, he asked himself? He panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. They took all of the precautions. They had been safe. Everything was fine. Then Robin had called him, asking him to come home because she needed to talk. Not knowing what to expect, Patrick prepared himself for whatever he thought she might throw at him. A baby never crossed his mind. Never in a million years would he expect the words that came out of her mouth. "P-Patrick? I'm….I'm pregnant." Her small, quiet voice echoed in his brain.

He had panicked. He freaked out. He left without saying even a word to her. He shut the door, walked to his car, put his keys in the ignition, and drove. He drove around in circles.

A baby. He and Robin were having a baby. Together, they had created a life. It was incomprehensible. He was a doctor, for Christ's sake! He should know about such things. He was fully prepared to turn back towards their apartment when a thought entered his mind. A kid. A little child who would look towards him, look up to him. Would call him daddy and kiss him on the cheek. He was not ready. He wasn't even close to ready. So he kept driving south, not even braking once. He couldn't do it. He couldn't be a father. He didn't want to end up like his own father. He drove until his car ran out of gas.

He called one of his buddies and asked him to pack up his apartment and send him his stuff. He couldn't face Robin. He wanted to see her so badly, but he couldn't bring himself to turn around. So he moved to Atlanta, Georgia. He started a new job. He met new people. There were new lives to save in the hustle and bustle of St. Steven's. There was only one thing missing.

Every morning he'd wake up and wonder if Robin got morning sickness. Two months after his move he wondered if there was a bump on her flat stomach. He wondered what the ultrasounds looked like. He wondered if she left the baby kick. He wondered if it was a boy or girl. He knew Robin wouldn't care, as long as he or she was healthy and HIV negative.

He thought back to the day the baby would have been conceived. Robin had told him September 26th. Two weeks earlier there had been a convention in Long Island and they had attended together. They joked over a dinner and went back to their room. He knew that Robin's meds messed with her cycle, but he knew well enough that if she had a period it would have been a few days before October.

It made sense. Robin had gotten sick after that but they had assumed it was just from her meds. Never in a million years would he think she was pregnant. But if the baby was conceived in early September, the baby would be born around June. A summer baby. He could see Robin and their child sitting in the sunlight in the park. In all of his dreams, it was a baby girl. Who would grow up to be as strong as her mother, and as charming as her father. Finally, June came around. Every day, he wondered. Is today the day I become a father? Is it today? He bought the newspaper from Port Charles and scanned the 'New Arrivals' section. Then, his heart stopped.

6/10 2:38 PM
Bailee Madison Scorpio, 6lbs, 5 ounces
General Hospital
Mother: R. Scorpio

He was a father. He had a daughter. It took everything he had not to jump up and dial Robin's number and ask her how the baby was. He glanced at the calendar. The paper was 3 days old. His daughter was 3 days old. She would be beautiful like her mother, and wrinkle free by then. He could see Robin in the hospital bed, holding a tiny bundle wrapped in pink. The days passed slowly. Every moment he was aware that there was a baby out there that was partially his. A month and a half later, he got a letter in the mail.

Drake,
Bet you weren't expecting to hear from me. I had Robert run you through the scanner. This does not mean I am fine with you or the way you left things with my niece but since Felecia is standing over me I must be nice or I will have to apologize. Robin does not know I am writing this. Well, you should know by now that you have a daughter. She is so beautiful. She has her mother's eyes and face, and I think she has your dimple. That one is going to be a heartbreaker. What I'm writing you for is not easy. I am asking you to give up all claims to Bailee. It is for the best. We need to know that you can not come here and expect to take your daughter. I know it must be hard for you, but understand that this is in the best interests of both Robin and Bai. I encourage you to have no further contact with Robin, or anyone in Port Charles. Robin is having a hard enough time dealing with what to do. But don't worry. She is in good hands. She's moving in with her friend Brenda into an apartment close by my house. Georgie and Maxie are elated to have a niece and Liz and Emily are thrilled to be co-godmothers with Brenda. Bailee is healthy. She's got a set of lungs on her, though. Man, can that kid howl. Of course, she quiets down whenever Robin enters the room. And she screams whenever Luke gets near her. I'll give her this, she's got good judgment for a 2 month old. In case you are wondering, Nikolas, Jax, and Lucky are godfathers. Robin could not and downright refused to pick two out of all her friends and settle on picking only one godparent so she went a little crazy. Well, in the words of Lulu, Bailee is going to have the craziest family out there, being connected to Scorpios, Devanes, Cassadines, Spencers, Jacks, and Quartermaines. But we know how to have a party! Your father wishes you well. He is happy to be a grandpa, but is willing to keep his distance if he has to. I am hoping you will do the same. I hope your life goes well,
Malcolm Scorpio

Patrick was crushed. He was supposed to give up all claims on Bailee, just like that. He tried the name out quietly in his apartment. "Bailee. Bai-lee." It washed over his tongue. He could get used to saying it. He could see Robin yelling at her for being late for school.

Then he realized something. Madison. It was his mother's name. He was so preoccupied with thoughts of everything else, he had not taken into account her name. He had never told Robin his mother's full name. It was always Mattie Drake. But then, Noah must have told Robin. She must have chosen that as her middle name. He sighed and reached into the envelope. He licked his lips and ran his hand over his face. He had to sign the papers. He knew he had to, but he didn't want to. He closed his eyes as the pen hit the paper.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Patrick walked with his arm in Layla's. She had no idea about Bailee. Noah called occasionally. He had informed Patrick that she was negative for HIV. He said that she was getting bigger every day, and that Robin was a great mother. He called and told him that she said her first word "look", even though it sounded more like "yook" He called when she took her first steps. He called and talked about Bailee. It seemed to fill the hole in his chest but leave him with a dull ache that didn't go away. Every moment of every day he thought about Bailee. He longed to feel her hair and hold her. He longed to envelope Robin in his arms and never let go.

He returned his gaze to Layla. She had been an accident. She was a patron at the bar, Chameleon in the outskirts of Atlanta. They had struck up a conversation. They set up a date. Patrick saw it as a rebound. Layla saw it as an opportunity to get a hot man. He was still emotional about the whole situation about Robin and in a moment of weakness he took her to his apartment.

After, she began talking about their future and what kind of house they were going to buy and the furniture they would choose. Layla said 'we' and 'us' like she had always said it. She called him 'babe' and always ranted, raved, and bragged about her new hotshot surgeon boyfriend. Patrick had went along with it, pretending that every time they kissed he was kissing Robin, and every time they slept together he was sleeping with Robin.

He had dreams so vivid, where he was lying next to Robin early in the morning, arguing about who was going to change Bailee's diapers. Of course, it would always be Robin. Her meds didn't allow her to sleep deeply so she woke up at the slightest noise. Patrick, on the other hand, could be asleep next to a marching band playing full force and not even flinch or move. So now he and Layla were engaged. They were back in New York, headed for Port Charles. Patrick remembered the conversation that led to the trip.

"Babe?" Layla asked, walking out of the bathroom and running a comb through her wet hair. "Babe!" she asked, more insistently when Patrick didn't answer.
He grunted, glancing up from his magazine and looking at her. He raised his eyebrow in question.
"So I was thinking, how totally cool it would be if we, like, went back to see your father in wherever he lives, Port William or whatever. So he could meet me, you know. I'm sure he'll totally love me. Just like you already do!" Layla beamed, pushing Patrick's magazine away and plopping down on his lap.
Her face looked stretched and fake, kind of like a Barbie Doll crossed with Pamela Anderson and Janice Dickinson. She was nothing like the natural beauty Robin was. He found himself constantly comparing Layla to Robin, and there was no contest. Robin hands down. Patrick shook his head.
"I don't think that is such a good idea, Layla." he said
"Why not?" Layla pouted. It was a fake pout, nothing like Robin's---STOP IT! He yelled at himself. He was not going to think about Robin. But doing that would be hard if they returned to Port Charles. Layla ran her hands up and down his chest. Her hands were big, almost one and a half sizes bigger than Robin's…He mentally kicked himself.
"Because," he began carefully. "I just don't think they'll be thrilled to see me. There was an issue--"
"One we can solve, right!" she chirped, jumping up. "It'll be fun, won't it? There's no issue that Layla can't solve. Unless," she grinned devilishly. "Unless you've got some big secret or something in Port William."
"Charles." he corrected.
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. They're both hot princes."
He wanted to mention something about Port Charles' own prince, Nikolas Cassadine, but decided against it. That conversation could lead to Robin, and, well, he just didn't want to go there with Layla.
"And if we go to Port Charles, we can invite all of your old friends to the wedding! We should invite all of your old girlfriends and let them know that Dr. Patrick Drake is taken for good." she giggled. Patrick fought the urge to slap her or something else, but held himself back. He was taken. He was taken by Robin Scorpio, and no one else could even come close to matching her. But then, he realized, if he went to Port Charles he might get to see Bailee. She would be almost four years old. He couldn't believe he had made it for years. Bailee would probably be a chatterbox, a combination of both Robin and his childhood personas. A firecracker, that was for sure.

That was the last thought that entered his brain before he walked into the park and was greeted by the sight of the only woman he ever loved and a tiny, brown haired girl, the child he never knew.

TBC...