A/N: Well, here is the second part. I am really hoping and praying that you guys are enjoying this as much as I am writing it. Enjoy!

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This was something she hadn't even expected and that was being so close to Patrick Drake. To see him and him to look so handsome! He still took her breath away just by being this close to him. Things were so different between them, though, and one of the reasons was she was pregnant with his child.

It was sometimes funny the more she thought about it. He didn't want kids but they conceived this child out of love on the day of Georgie's funeral. How was this even possible? She really thought he would have contracted her disease if she got pregnant the natural way.

Speechless was what fit her right now but she knew she had to say something, especially since he could see the look in her eyes.

Worrying and being terrified was something she definitely was feeling right now but she just couldn't control it anymore. A frown lifted across her face and all she could do was hold in the tears. The more he stared at her, the more scared she was only becoming.

"Robin?" Patrick questioned again, grabbing her elbow. "What's going on with you?"

"Um, nothing," Robin breathed out, looking down at her feet.

Feeling like she was going to ruin his life, Robin just couldn't bear the thought of doing just that. So much had happened in the last few days since she found out she was pregnant.

Dr. Ian Devlin was the new oncologist, specializing in the cancerous patients. He was also interested in Leyla just like Patrick was. What was so special about Leyla, anyway?

She was NOT jealous!

"For some reason, I don't believe you," Patrick said, moving closer to her so that her body was almost touching his. "I thought you would be happy being pregnant but you don't look happy, Robin. What's wrong? You look stressed out."

"I'm not stressed out!" Robin snapped and she looked down to her feet when she pushed Patrick back away from her. "I am sorry, Patrick, but I'm fine. I'm just tired. That's how it goes the first trimester of being pregnant. You really don't need to worry about me. You have--- Leyla and I have this baby."

Sensing the jealousy when she spoke and seeing it in her eyes, he sighed as he looked at her. He felt like she was hiding something from him. Robin wasn't the best liar as her nose would twitch when she would be hiding something. For the first time in his life as a doctor, Patrick knew that it was something pretty big that she was hiding.

"Robin, come on," Patrick said, placing his hands on her hips, and moving his body closer. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on with you. I worry about you and you know that you mean a lot to me. I thought you would be glowing being pregnant. Isn't this what you wanted?"

What was she going to do? How could she ruin Patrick's life? He was the playboy she had met three years ago in Manhattan in the ER with some busty, blonde nurse, which was something she would never be.

As she looked down at her small breasts, she couldn't help but wonder if he would want her back when her body would begin to change. In a way, she could feel the changes happening to her body. Getting more curves and her breasts were beginning to feel a little sore.

So badly did she want to experience the life of their baby as a couple but she just knew it wasn't possible. When he would find out the truth about her being pregnant with his child, she couldn't but help if he would yell at her or even blame her for getting pregnant. She didn't want him to think she was trying to get pregnant that night when she came to him because this was still a shock to her.

"I don't understand why you even care, Patrick. I mean, you're all over me at the hospital, and I just need my space. I just need to go home and get some sleep."

As Robin looked over at him, she could see that Leyla was coming down in the corner.

"I need to go. It was nice seeing you."

As she ran off to Uncle Mac's of where she was staying at, she couldn't tell Patrick the life-altering news to him in front of Leyla. She really thought it should just be between the two of them--- in privacy where no one could interrupt them.

God, what was she going to do if he was going to hate her guts? She didn't want that to happen as she really cared about Patrick. She really didn't count on him to be there for her or their unborn child. As lovely as that sounded to her, she had to face reality. Patrick was focused on his career while she was focused on both her career and becoming a mother.

A small smile curved to the corner of her lips and she pushed herself to her Uncle's porch, taking a seat on the bench, which was leaned back against the wall of her house. Curling her feet under her as she looked into the night sky, she placed a hand on her belly.

"Eight months and you'll be here," Robin said absentmindedly as she felt someone watching her.

Uncle Mac.

"Robin?" Mac blinked back the tears filling inside of his eyes. "You're pregnant?"

Robin blushed as she looked at her uncle and she gave him a nod. Watching him take a seat next to her, she wasn't sure what to expect.

"So, I take it that you went ahead with the sperm bank?" Mac asked, pulling his niece close to him, and planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"Actually, um no," Robin managed out, licking across her bottom lip. "That night I went to see Patrick after Maxie blew up at Georgie's funeral, we kind of ended up sleeping together."

Mac looked down at her and he pulled back to look at her. "Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry."

"You know, this is what I want, Uncle Mac, but that's the thing. I want children and Patrick doesn't. Who knows what's going to happen when he finds out the truth!" Robin said with a sigh leaving her lips, as tears flooded her eyes, making her vision kind of blurry. "As much as I love him, I am scared to how he's going to react."

Mac frowned, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Oh Robin, we both know that Patrick's a good man. I mean, he loves you. You're the first woman to open his heart ever since he lost his mother."

"I don't even know why he doesn't want children," Robin admitted, sliding her fingers through her tossed hair, and she looked up at him. "He reminds me a lot of you, Uncle Mac. He's a very compassionate, caring, and considerate man. I just wish he could see what an amazing father he could become."

"I am sure that in time he will understand. Does he know the truth?" Mac asked, pushing her chin up.

Robin quickly shook her head and she closed her eyes tightly, wishing to blink the tears away. The pain was so much than she could ever imagine of the thought of Patrick pushing their baby and her away.

"But what if he runs, Uncle Mac?" Robin squeaked, leaning her head in her hands. "I just want to be as happy as you were with Aunt Felicia. I just don't want him to resent me for this. I saw what happened when you found out that Georgie and Maxie weren't yours. I just--- don't want to go through that. He does deserve to know."

"If he runs, he's not the man that you deserve to have," Mac said, standing up to his feet, and then bent down as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "I want you to be happy, Robin. I would give you the world if I could."

Robin flashed her uncle a smile as she watched him go inside and she hugged herself, allowing the tears to fall down her face freely. She knew she had to move on with her life and that no one could ruin her happiness. If Patrick chose to run when he would find out that she was in fact with their baby, then her uncle was right. He wouldn't be the man she fell madly head over heels in love with.

As she lifted her head, she was startled to see Patrick, and she jumped slightly. Hearing him laughing, she gave him a cute, little pout.

"Aw, I'm sorry, Robin. I really didn't mean to scare you," Patrick answered with a grin, taking a seat next to her on the swinging bench. "I actually came over to see if you were okay."

Robin sighed, looking down to her feet.

It was now or never. It was now in God's hands if Patrick really did love her or not.

"Patrick, I'm pregnant---"

Interrupting her, he just flashed her a crooked grin. "I know that, Robin. Almost the whole hospital staff knows about you being pregnant."

"No, you didn't let me finish. I didn't exactly go to a sperm bank…"

"Robin," Patrick questioned as he looked at her. "What do you mean you didn't go to a sperm bank? How did you get pregnant?"

"Um," Robin said, looking over at him, and she placed her hand on her flat belly. "That night you comforted me after Georgie's death, the condom broke."

"Oh no."

"Patrick, this baby doesn't belong to a man from the sperm bank," Robin said, taking a deep breath, feeling like this was the hardest thing she had to do. "I hate to tell you this but this baby was made out of love by us. This baby is mine--- and yours."