Patrick Drake & Robin Scorpio have been best friends since they were five years old and they've been there for each other. After graduating college, they went their separate ways. It's been two years since they've seen each other. It's the night of Patrick's mother's and Stone's death. Patrick and Robin meet up and they have had too much too drink. When they wake up, they're married, and they are happy, especially since they can't get an annulment. Will this marriage drive them crazy or bring them closer than they ever imagined?

So, here is the lovely chapter six. I apologize for this late update but I have been busy and we also did not have phone services or internet. I am glad to be back and I am happy that you guys get to read this late update! Anyways, enjoy, and I am always open to suggestions.

Chapter Six: The scrawny vs. the beautiful!

February 15, 2008; Port Charles Mall; 3:45 P.M.

After Patrick spent the last few hours with both Jax and Lucky, he could not wipe that silly grin off of his face. His boys were so crazy but they were like brothers to him. The three had lunch and then they went back to Patrick's for some more 'guy time' and here he was strolling down Port Charles Mall, which he honestly hadn't been here in a couple months since Robin and him had returned from getting married. He was holding a few bags in his hands. He had to wonder where his beautiful wife was at, but knowing Maxie and Emily, the two were probably dragging both Robin and Carly somewhere.

"Patrick!"

"Oh God… not now!" Patrick muttered to himself, as he heard Elizabeth Webber's whiney voice, and he sighed when she approached him, holding a couple of shopping bags in his hand. "What do you want from me now? I have told you repeatedly that I am not interested in your scrawny self more than once… so has Jax and Lucky as well."

Elizabeth frowned, as she placed her hands on her hips. "Geez, you sure are grumpy, but I guess that's what happens when you catch your wife in the arms of another man, right?"

"Are you fuckin' kidding me, Elizabeth? You're making up lies now?" Patrick scoffed, as he leaned against a wall next to a store. "It really does not surprise me that you are actually making up some lie. I mean, I know Robin isn't cheating on me because not too long ago, we just confessed how we felt towards one another. Besides, why the hell would I even believe a single word that left your mouth, anyway?"

"Because I would never even approach you during –"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

As Patrick's cell phone went off with the ring tone, Sweetest Girl by Wyclef, he simply rolled his eyes at her, and he turned his back towards her. He was so thankful to his wife calling at the most perfect moment because he was so sick of Elizabeth's accusations lately.

"Hi honey," Patrick grinned, as he heard Carly in the background talking to Robin. "Oh, Carly's with you?"

"Yeah, it's just Carly and me right now at our place. I hope you don't mind but I have officially just made her my new shopping buddy," Robin smiled, as she sat down on the couch next to Carly. "If it would have been Maxie, Emily, and me, I would have walked out of the boutique looking like – well, definitely not your wife, Patrick Drake. I was looking for some clothes and some nights. Well, Emily pulled out this short nightgown that made me look like a prostitute if I would have tried it on. It was that bad, baby."

"Aw, I don't want you to look like a hooker, sweetheart. That's Elizabeth Webber's department," Patrick chuckled, as he saw Elizabeth's jaw drop.

"Hey! I am standing right here," Elizabeth pouted, as she shook her head in disbelief.

"Patrick, what are you doing with Elizabeth Webber?" Robin frowned, as she looked at Carly, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"It's not what you think, baby. I'm at the mall down the street and she started to say accusations about you with you being with some man. You know how she can be… all crazy for starters," Patrick said, as he looked at Elizabeth. "Why are you even still here, Elizabeth? I am NOT interested in you, nor will I ever be. I am a happy married man."

"Yeah right!" Elizabeth huffed, as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Why don't you just get an annulment, so that I can be able to make you a happy man more than Robin could ever do."

"Are you serious?" Robin whispered in the phone and she sighed. "Patrick, when are you coming home? I have missed you way too long today."

Patrick chuckled at Robin's voice and he sighed. "I am on my way now, baby, and I am so sorry I am not home yet. I would have been if a whore of a nurse hadn't bothered me. I will see you soon, okay?"

Robin nodded her head before she responded. "Okay Patrick. Can you get something to eat? I don't feel like cooking and I am hungry."

Laughing softly, as he walked away from Elizabeth, Patrick just smiled, determined to get home to her. "All right, Lovebug. I will see you in a bit."

As Patrick hung up his phone, placing it in his pocket, he saw that Elizabeth was right beside him, and a groan left his lips. He just didn't understand what in the world of what Elizabeth Webber was wanting from him and he was pretty sure he would regret it.

"Nurse Webber, what the hell do you want from me?" Patrick asked, as he stared at her with anger seething from his pores. "I mean, you just heard me say I did not want anything to do with you…"

"Well, if you cannot get a divorce, then, we can just –"

"Hell no! Are you stupid or something? I. AM. NOT. INTERESTED. IN. YOU. I want you to leave both Robin and me alone before I go to the police department and take matters into my own hands," Patrick huffed, as he then stormed away from her to get home to Robin.

February 15, 2008; Drake Residence; 4:03 P.M.

After Robin hung up the telephone, she had to laugh at the look on Carly's face because in all honesty, Robin had had to admit that it was quite funny to see a sulking stalker Elizabeth following Patrick. She knew that he was having a horrible time right now and all she wanted to do was to cheer him up.

"I feel so bad for him, Carly," Robin said, as she leaned back against the couch after she placed the phone down on the table in front of her.

"Yeah but you can cheer him up by modeling the clothes I helped you buy at the boutique. He will be all happy then," Carly said with a playful grin on her face, as she stood up to her feet. "I need to get going, anyway. I have to get ready for my date with Jax."

As Carly left the house, Robin stood up to her feet, and then walked towards the bedroom. Looking towards the bedroom, she saw the many bags that filled their king-sized bed. It also made her wonder why they even had such a big bed. It wasn't like they needed all that space on the bed, right?

"And what do you think you are doing?" Patrick chuckled, as he walked behind her, and he placed his hands on her hips where he then saw the bags on the bed. "What did you buy?"

"I wanted to make my 'husband' a very happy man today," Robin said, as she turned around, and she looked up into his eyes. "Carly suggested that after bumping into Elizabeth, I should model some of the suits you wanted me to get at the boutique."

"Oh really?" Patrick grinned, as he looked over at her, and he placed his hands on his hips. "Will my little 'show' start now by any chance?"

Robin had to laugh at Patrick's eagerness and she moved to sit down on the edge of the bed. Her husband was like a little boy at times. When he didn't get anything he wanted, he would just pout until he would get his way. Robin had to admit that he was pretty cute right now.

"So, when do I get to see you all dressed up?" Patrick grinned, as he walked up to her with a chuckle leaving his lips. "I want to see what kinds of out suits you bought."

"Oh lord," Robin said, as she got up from the bed when he sat down on the bed. "I am going to go ahead and change into a few now. Will that make you happy?"

All Patrick did was nod and he watched his 'wife' walk into the adjoining bathroom that connected to their bedroom, and he couldn't help but wonder what type of outfits Carly had helped Robin pick out. He knew that whatever she was going to wear, she would look amazing to him.

"So, what do you think?" Robin asked, as she walked out the bathroom, and she stepped in front of him with her hands on her hips.

Patrick's jaw dropped when he saw Robin step in front of him. She was wearing a tan, pinstripe pair of pants, a tan colored top, and a matching blazer to top if off. The outfit wasn't too tight or too big, either. A smile curved his face when he saw how well her pants hugged along her hips.

Patrick's hands reached forward, resting on her hips, and he then pulled her in between his thighs. "Can I say how absolutely beautiful you look, baby? This is definitely what I want you to wear from now on – well, clothes like this."

Robin giggled, as she maneuvered herself out of his grasp, and then walked towards the bathroom. "I am just going to try on one more outfit, baby. After all, I want you to see me in my clothes, so I can see that surprised look on your face."

Patrick just laughed, as he watched her. "Are you freakin' kidding me, Robin? That is so not fair! I mean, you are my wife. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because – I can," Robin laughed, as she turned her head to look over at him, and she crossed her arms over her chest when she removed her blazer. "The clothes will be hanging in the closet, so it isn't like you can't see them."

"You are so not fair right now and you know it," Patrick told her, as he shook his head when he watched her walk back into the bathroom.

As he was thinking about what her next outfit was going to be, his cell began to vibrate in his pocket, which made him jump off of the bed. As he looked at the screen of his phone, he saw that it was his college buddy, Derek, who was still in town.

"Hello?"

"Hey Patrick, it's Derek, Derek began, as he stroked his thumb across Meredith's knuckles. "It's Meredith's and my last day here in Port Charles and we were wondering if you would want to grab something to eat before we went to the airport tomorrow?"

"Sure, why don't you two come in the morning to Robin's and my place tomorrow?" Patrick suggested, as he then watched the bathroom door finally open where his jaw immediately dropped.

"Sure, how does seven sound to you, or is that too early?" Derek suggested, as he leaned back against the bed of the hotel room they had been staying in for a bit.

"No, that's perfectly fine, but I have to get going," Patrick told Derek, as he hung up the phone, and he looked over at Robin. "Wow."

"Is that a good wow or a bad one?"

"That's a definite good wow," Patrick said, as he stood up, and he walked over to her, his eyes running over her body. "You look so amazing."

Robin was wearing the nightie that Carly had helped her picked out. It was the flyaway babydoll that had the matching robe that showed very little skin. Sure, it covered up everything, but it would make any man's eyes seem like their eyes would jump out of their sockets.

"It was the first outfit that Carly helped me pick out," Robin said, as she did a little spin for Patrick, and she watched his eyes travel over her body. "Do you really like it?"

"I love it," Patrick whispered against her lips, as he allowed his hands to run over her flat stomach, and he smiled up into her eyes. "Do we get to take it off by any chance?"

"Oh my God! You are so incorrigible, Patrick Drake!" Robin groaned, as she managed to get out of his grip, and she quickly ran towards the bathroom with a laughing Patrick running after her.

February 16, 2008; Drake Residence; 10:17 A.M.

It was so nice to have her two friends from college here in Patrick's and her home. It had been such a long time since she had seen Derek and Meredith, especially when she found out the two were engaged to be married as well. In a way, Meredith and her were almost alike in a way. They had been so scared when they got together with Derek and Patrick. Hell, Robin was still nervous by being this close to him. That reminded here. She needed to give Mac a phone call to see if there was a break in Patrick and her getting an annulment. She still didn't understand why the judges were giving them a hard time.

"I still cannot believe the two of you are married," Meredith grinned, as she looked in between the two after she took a bite of her toast. "Do you enjoy being married?"

"It has its perks, especially when Patrick isn't bugging me to iron his damn shirts!" Robin groaned, as she shook her head, and she glared over at Patrick.

"And I will tell you again – you iron my shirts better than me! You get the creases out better than I can," Patrick whined, as he crossed his arms over his chest like a little boy. "I don't even understand why you are even complaining. You know you enjoy it!"

Robin looked at Patrick like he was insane and then turned her attention to Meredith and Derek. "You know what! I am not going to even say anything to your silly comment. When are the two of you getting married, anyway? Is it this year? A few weeks, months, when?"

"We aren't exactly sure, as I just popped the question not too long ago," Meredith said with a grin, as she looked at her fiancé.

"Whoa! You popped the question?" Patrick asked, as he was definitely impressed at the fact that Meredith asked Derek instead of the other way around.

"Well, I did ask her once, but she turned me down," Derek explained with a smile, as he took a sip of his coffee. "Meredith and I are still shocked that no one will grant the two of you an annulment to be honest."

"I am still shocked to the fact that you two broke up when you two did," Meredith said softly, as she ran her hand over her fiancé's kneecap, flashing him a smile.

July 15, 1986

Robin frowned, as she looked over at her boyfriend from across the cafeteria of General Hospital where they were both visiting Tony Jones and Alan Quartermaine, watching the young women surrounding him. She knew he was attractive but it made her sick to her stomach that women would throw themselves at each other even if she would sit right next to him.

"I honestly do not know how you do it," Meredith whispered to her friend with a shake of her head, as she held a paper bag in her hand. "I would seriously mark my territory on him now before these women start to think that Patrick is actually single."

"Maybe that's not such a bad idea," Robin sighed, as she looked down at her feet, and she took a deep breath. "Sometimes I think that I am crowding his space, Meredith, and it's not fair to either one of us. He could want something entirely different than what I want."

"You cannot be serious, Robin. You two are IT for each other. There will never be anyone for the two of you," Meredith argued, as she crossed her arms over her chest, while she still held the bag. "Why would you want to be single and not without Patrick? He's an amazing lover from what you have told me and you two are always joined at the hip. Won't it be weird to be around him?"

"It might be but the only thing we really do is have sex," Robin sighed, as they sat down at a table at the end of the cafeteria. "It's like we're friends that just have sex, Meredith. We don't even go out on dates like we are supposed to do, you know?"

"You two can't break up, though. Besides, all the women that throw themselves at Patrick aren't even worth his time, and you know that I am right."

Before Robin could even say anything, she watched Patrick take a seat across from her.

"You want to break up?" Patrick asked with hurt written across his face, as he crossed his arms across his chest, and he looked right at her.

"Patrick, I am sorry, but you know that we're just not good for each other," Robin told him, as she grabbed her tray to throw away, and she hurried away from Patrick.

February 16, 2008; Drake Residence; 10:32 A.M.

"Yeah and Patrick wouldn't talk to me for a couple of months," Robin replied with a pout on her face, as she shook her head in disbelief, and she turned her head towards him. "That was real mature, Patrick. I swear, I sometimes wonder about you."

"Well, can you blame me? You did break up with me," Patrick said with a shake of his head. "But let's talk about something different because we are finally married."

"So, will you guys be back here again?" Robin asked, as she tried to change the topic because their breakup was a very sensitive topic.

"Well, we aren't sure when, but we were thinking about coming back to Port Charles in a few months when we both see when we have another open vacation," Derek explained with a smile on his face. "Hopefully – well, maybe, we will have a chosen date for our wedding, along with the wedding party and guests."

"Which is why have come here today," Meredith said with a bright smile, as she gave Derek's hand a gentle squeeze in hers. "I know that we have not known each other forever but we were hoping that you two would want to become our maid in honor and best man?"

"Whoa, you're serious?" Robin asked in shock, as she looked at Meredith, who was smiling. "You really want us to become your maid in honor and best man?"

"Definitely. Throughout the many years, you two have been there for us like no one else would or could be," Patrick explained with a genuine smile on his handsome face.

"Well, you guys were there for us too. I just wish you two could come with us. It would be a real pleasure to work with the head neurosurgeon and head pathologist to work with the two of us," Derek admitted with a bright smile on his face.

"Hey, what do you think we want?" Robin began, as she looked over at them. "I mean, we would love for you two to go ahead and work with us."

"Enough about moving," Patrick said with a chuckle leaving his lips. "How about we go ahead and go out to Kelly's for some lunch? Toast just isn't my thing this morning."

As they stood up to their feet to go to the local diner in town, the two couples continued to chat away, while they boarded into Derek's four door, black truck.