Dr. Robin Scorpio has been gone for eight, long years, and decides to come back to Port Charles to work back in General Hospital with her old and new colleagues. Even though she didn't want to face Dr. Drake or Nurse Mir, she wasn't going to let the two rule her life. What happens when she comes back to Port Charles? What happens when people begin to realize that Robin is hiding something?

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It had been about a week and a half since Robin had found out that she was pregnant and when Patrick and Robin got the nerve to tell their friends and family the great news. It still amazed her that things were beginning to go the way she wanted them go to. She was pregnant again and Patrick was going to be with her through the whole way though.

Everyone was happy for the two of them. Even though they weren't technically together as a couple, they were working on it as well. Nikolas and Lucky were taking the kids out of town for a few days to spend some family time together. Little Robert didn't want to go as he had wanted to be the big brother and to take care of Dash as well. Luckily, while Robin slept soundly in Patrick's bed, Patrick had told his son he'd be riding horses and going on boat rides with his uncles and cousins. He was proud to see the look of courage that had appeared on his son face, and his resolve to show everyone that he was a big boy now.

As he walked into his bedroom where Robin was fast asleep, a grin came over his face. Removing his jeans and shirt, leaving him clad in his boxers, he crawled in bed behind her, and he placed his hand on her flat belly. He was so happy, probably the happiest he had ever been. Things between them were getting more and more intense between them but that was a good feeling.

"Sweetheart," Patrick whispered against her neck, and then kissed, nibbled, and bit her luscious skin. "It's time for you to wake up."

Robin groaned, leaning her head back against his hard chest. "Patrick, I'm sleepy. You know how cranky I get, baby...especially now that I am pregnant with our second child."

"I find you irresistible sexy when cranky," Patrick whispered into her ear, placing his other hand on her hip, pulling her close. "It should be a crime...you looking so sexy as you do in these boy shorts."

"No woman is sexy being cranky," Robin said with a roll of her eyes, feeling him kissing her neck. "Did you wake me up because you thought you were going to get some or something?"

Patrick grinned, sliding his hand that was on her hip in between her legs. "Hmm, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea, babe. I miss being inside you."

Robin giggled as she turned over so she was facing him. "Oh really? Is that a fact? We haven't been intimate since that time we went out to dinner."

"All I can say is you were a very wild woman, Scorpio," Patrick chuckled against her lips as he crawled on top of her, placing both of his hands on her hips. "I wouldn't mind showing you just how much I adore and love you, especially when you're my very own beautiful pregnant woman..."

"You really think I'm beautiful?" Robin asked with a grin, sliding her arms around his neck.

"Oh yes, baby. You're practically glowing right now, and I all I want is for you to be happy."

Robin just leaned in and pressed her mouth against his. Not being able to control herself, even more so now as she felt his equal urge through his boxer briefs. She needed to have him, and nothing was going to stop the sweet heat that seeped through her body in response to the way he was making her feel, to the way his hands felt on her skin.

Breaking the kiss, Robin smirked as she looked over into Patrick's eyes, and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. She slid one of her hands into his boxers. Giggling, she saw the look of shock upon his face, and knew he was going to like what she had in store for him.

As she grabbed him in her small hand after he kicked his boxers to the floor, she started a steady, yet slow stroke. Stroking him with every fiber in her being, Robin gently squeezed the hard length, enjoying the feel, the idea that he only became this hard for her and only her, and that thought only aroused her furthermore. She could feel the wetness pooling around her thighs as she felt Patrick beginning the quest for their pleasure.

A small whimper left her lips as she felt his thumb begin to rub at her hardening pearl and as he dipped two fingers into her wet heat, a moan escaped her lips. She hadn't felt such a sensation as she was feeling right now. And as she began to frantically buck her hips against Patrick's fingers, she squeezed him a little bit harder in her small hand.

"Robin," Patrick groaned, leaning his forehead against hers, sucking and nibbling down on her bottom lip. "You always know how to make me feel so good, baby."

"It's my pleasure sweetheart... and you know it very well," Robin's whisper came in a pant, and she never stopped moving her hand slowly up and down, reveling on the touch of his stiff member. "I just want to bring a smile to your face, babe. Is that such a bad idea?"

Moving away from Robin, he reached into the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom, and he placed it into her dainty hand, flashing her a huge grin, which showed off his dimples.

"If we're lucky, I am hoping our son or daughter will have their father's dimples," Robin replied, rolling over so she was straddling him, waving the condom packet in his face.

"I just hope they look more like their mother," Patrick stated as he watched Robin take the condom out of the wrapper and then slide it down over his length, protecting him.

"Oh gee, I hope not," Robin groaned, shaking her head as she felt him roll over so that he was on top.

"What's that supposed to mean, Robin?" Patrick asked, becoming concerned all of a sudden.

"I'm not that pretty, Patrick. I mean, I'm short, and I'm not even that busty like other girls you have been with before me."

Sighing, he stroked the side of her face, and he looked into her dark eyes. "Baby, I don't care about the others girls I was with. They were just that, girls. You are completely different... I love your body and I love how short you are. Scorpio, you fit so well against my body," Patrick whispered against her lips. "I want you to know that I've always loved you and everything you are, everything that makes you..."

"Really?" Robin asked, almost sounding like a fragile voice right now. "Do you really, really mean that?"

Patrick chuckled and kissed her lips softly before he pulled away to stare into her beautiful eyes. Never leaving her gaze as he removed her boy shorts and her tank top, he flashed her a dimpled grin, knowing it drove her crazy. He grabbed her soft breasts into his large hands and gave them a gentle squeeze right at that very moment. "I mean it with everything I have to give to you, babe. I want you to be mine...completely."

A small smile came over her face as she spread her legs open, indicating that she needed and wanted to feel Patrick inside, to feel the tender yet burning passion of his love within her.

Not wasting another moment, anxious to become 'one' with Robin, Patrick began to enter her. Pressing the tip of his thick length deep inside her tight confines, his senses went into overdrive as he heard the soft moaning sounds she made as she felt his passion fill her. He could never get tired of making love to Robin. Placing his hands on her hips after he was fully inside of her, he looked down into her brown eyes.

Being with Robin was always an amazing, satisfying feeling. No woman could ever make his blood boil with intense pleasure the way she could and he honestly didn't want to be with another woman. Being with Leyla during the last, eight, horrible years had been horrible. That woman just didn't know how to make him feel, to make him come alive, to satisfy his every need the way Robin could.

Coming back to reality, he smirked down at Robin, watching her buck her hips against him, begging for him to make love to her, and he only obliged. Beginning to move in and out of her, he let her get used to his length as he moved in and out of her slowly. The noises of their groans and moans as well as their skin slapping against each other were so intimately erotic. Patrick began to move his hips harder and faster inside of Robin's tight walls, slight beads of sweat covering their bodies as they continued on this frenzied dance. Soft moans left his lips as he buried himself to the hilt of her heat, the head of his cock rubbing against her cervix.

"Baby," Robin cried out, bucking her hips more wildly, closing her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You make me feel so good--- so damn good!"

"I always intend on doing--- just that," Patrick managed out, thrusting his hips wildly against her, his pubic bone slightly rubbing against her pearl each time he moved in and out of her.

Locking her legs around Patrick's waist, she pulled him closer, and she ran her hands up and down his chest, admiring the sight of Patrick. His eyes were locked on hers and she felt her cheeks flush when she saw his eyes burning into hers. God, he looked so beautiful, especially the way the sweat dripped from his chest onto hers.

"You don't know how sexy you look right now," Robin groaned, sliding her hips more against him, creating a tight friction in between the two, gasping as she gyrated her hips against him.

Patrick chuckled, working his hips more against hers, sliding his hands around her breasts, loving how they fit so perfect in his hands, and he leaned down, traveling his tongue over the hardening nipple as his other hand squeezed at the other breast in his firm hand. All that was on his mind was to make Robin's toes curl and to make her feel the most pleasure she would ever imagine.

"Mm babe, more," Robin moaned out, arching her back, feeling him teasing her nipples with his wicked hands and that wet tongue of his. "It feels so--- hot, Patrick."

"I know, baby. That's a sign--- that I am making my girl feel so good," Patrick whispered, crashing his hips against hers, and groaning as he couldn't believe how amazing she was feeling.

Knowing that the two of them were close was something they were so good at. With a grunt coming from both of their lips, Patrick knew he couldn't hold on. He reached down, and expertly began to gently touch the tight bud, and holding it between his fingers, she felt her quiver. He knew that pretty soon he'd send her over the edge.

"Oh God!" Patrick groaned, thrusting faster, trying to trigger her orgasm.

At that moment, the two came in a frenzy, and Patrick fell against Robin's body, holding onto her, feeling like his life depended on this beautiful woman beneath him. He couldn't believe how happy he was to be with such an amazing woman and at the fact that she was willing to give him another chance.

"You were amazing," Robin replied with a grin, looking up into his eyes as he laid his head against her breasts.

"As were you," Patrick told her, placing his hands on her hips.

For the first time in his life, he felt like everything would really be okay. He had a son, another child on the way, and most of all, he had Robin back in his life.

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"Baby, I am going to go to the market to get a few things. Do you need anything?" Patrick asked, grabbing his keys from the table beside the door.

"Can you get me a fudge mocha bar, Patrick? I haven't had one since I've been back in town," Robin replied, turning her head away from Sam.

"How about I get you a couple to satisfy you?" Patrick suggested with a grin on his face, just wanting to make his pregnant Robin happy.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

After kissing Patrick and watching him leave, Robin let out a happy sigh as she looked at Sam with her daughter, McKenzie Rose, and she hoped that she was pregnant with a little girl. A little girl with Patrick's and her brown eyes and hair, but having Patrick's dimples. Robert was already a heart-breaker and she knew that their little girl should be as well.

McKenzie Rose had her mother's dark hair but having her father's deep, blue eyes, and she looked up at Sam, seeing the happiness there.

"She's so cute," Robin gushed, moving to sit next to Sam on the floor, who was cradling her daughter.

"That she is, Robin. Just think… about this time next year, you'll have your own little girl to gush about," Sam replied with a grin on her face. "And Patrick will be there with you."

"I still can't believe it," Robin admitted, placing a hand on her six and a half-week pregnant, flat belly, and then watched Dash jump into her lap. "Patrick and I are having another baby. I never imagined that my life could be so great. I am working things out with Patrick, both Patrick and Robert are getting to know each other, and Dash hasn't been any trouble."

Sam looked down at the mixed lab and then back to Robin, holding her daughter against her chest. "Just think--- in no time, your little one will be here in this world. I can see Patrick teaching her the things not to do."

"And that's why I have Robert," Robin replied with a grin, stroking Dash's back lightly. "I am just so happy right now. I wouldn't change anything."

"Not even when you left Port Charles years ago?" Sam questioned.

"No, I think we needed a break...it only made us stronger than ever, to be honest," Robin replied with a smile.

"Patrick's so good to me and he looks after my needs before his. I do the same for him and I've never been so happy, especially when I see how well he and Robert are getting along."

Sam smiled at Robin and she sighed happily. "I've seen how well he's been with Robert. Who would have thought that Patrick would be so accommodating to this lifestyle---- being a father. It still takes me by surprise, and everyone else, that he's so amazing with Robert."

Robin grinned, watching Dash scatter off of Robin's lap, and she smiled as she leaned her head back against the couch. "I'm so happy, Sam. Next thing you know, Robert and I will be living here."

A grin came over Sam's face. "And marriage too. It's always good to be married to the person you love most in this world. When are you two going to get married?"

"Sam!" Robin gasped, shaking her head a little bit, as a laugh left her lips. "We're just getting along and enjoying each other's company."

"So--- you're telling me you don't want to become his wife one day?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, don't you want to show your son and daughter what true love can really be like?"

Robin sighed, rubbing her temples lightly, and she smiled lightly. "Do you think I am going to have a daughter?"

Sam just grinned, placing a barrette on the end of her daughter's braid. "I am not sure but it would be nice if you did. Our girls would become fast friends and you know it."

Robin just laughed, rubbing her belly after she placed her hand upon it. "I just don't want to get my hopes up but it would be nice to have a little girl. What if I have two? I think it would be nice having a little boy and a girl. I want to give Robert a brother and a sister."

"Do you think it's even possible?" Sam asked, placing her daughter in her bouncer, and she smiled at her daughter, who made a cute baby gurgle.

"Everything is possible," Robin said with a bright smile, settling her hand on her belly more firmly. "I just want my child or possibly children to be healthy. I want them to be able to be free of my HIV, you know?"

Sam smiled at her and she nodded her head. "I am sure that things will be all right if things go as planned. I just don't want to go into labor too early."

"I am sure with Patrick beside you… everything will be okay."

Suddenly, Robin's pager went off, and she picked it up from the table. Quickly gathering the phone, she called the Hospital. Sam watched as her friend's happy face changed to a grimace of pain.

After her heart felt like it might stopped, she blinked back the tears. He just had to be okay. The love of her life had to be okay.

"Robin, what's wrong?" Sam asked, standing up to her feet after Sam.

"It's Patrick. He's at the hospital," Robin said with teary eyes. "Can you drive me to the hospital, Sam? Please? If I drive, I know something will happen to this child or even me. I just need for Patrick to be okay. Robert needs his father and so does this child... and me."

"Of course. Robin, I am sure that he's fine."

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Many hours later, Robin held the tears in as she looked in the room of where Patrick was sleeping. All her friends and family were here to support her and she was glad that Robert wouldn't be back until another two weeks after begging Lucky and Nikolas.

He looked so helpless right now. His arm and leg were bandaged up. His head was in the same position as well. A drunk driver who'd ran a red light had hit Patrick. From what she'd been told, the collision had been horrible. She was still amazed that he was alive and, considering the seriousness of the accident, well.

Finally, she took a deep breath, and began to open the door, but the doctor, Dr. Mancini, stopped her, and he wasn't sure how she was going to take the news of hearing what he had to tell her.

"Dr. Mancini, is something wrong?" Robin asked, shutting the door of Patrick's room closed.

"I am just going to flat out and say it…"

"He's okay, right?"

"Physically, yes, but during the collision, Robin, something happened to him," Dr. Mancini began, looking down at the ground, but then looked back at him. "It seems that Patrick's lost part of his memory."

"H-How much has he lost?" Robin demanded, holding in the tears from her eyes.

"He cannot remember anything in the last ten years," Dr. Mancini explained, looking up into her eyes. "He only remembers of how he used to be."

"Used to be? Are you fucking kidding me?" Robin gasped, glaring at him, and placed her hand on her belly. "I am pregnant with our second child and he can't remember. What am I suppose to tell our son?"

"I---I, um, don't know. I'm sorry, Robin. I really am but he's healthy and well---"

"Well? Patrick won't even remember me. You can fix it, right?" Robin asked in a pleading voice, tears filling inside of her eyes. "He just has to remember me. Right? I love him!"

"Robin, I'm sorry, but we're trying our best," Dr. Mancini explained, lowering his head.

"Well, try harder! This is Patrick's, Robert's, my child's, and my life we're talking about," Robin grumbled as she opened the door and shut it behind her.

"Why, hello there," Patrick flirted, noticing the beautiful woman. "Are you here to give me a sponge bath?"

Robin blushed at what he was saying but her smile faltered when she heard the words leave his lips. God, he couldn't even remember her, and she wished she could do something.

"No, I am not a nurse, but you really don't remember me."

"Should I know who you are?" Patrick asked as he looked at her. "Are you a woman I've known for these last, couple of years? The doctors told me I lost my memory for over ten years."

Robin took a seat in the chair beside his bed and she let out a shaky breath. "This is really hard but we were together--- romantically and intimately. I know this is going to be hard for you to understand."

"What are you talking about?" Patrick asked, sitting up a little, watching her fluff his pillow. "I know you're someone very important to me. Right?"

Robin wiped the tears away from her eyes and she looked down. "Yes, I, um, I'm the mother of your son, your girlfriend, and we're having another one on the way."

Patrick gasped as he looked at her in shock. "Oh my goodness, are you serious? You're not some stalker, are you?"

Quickly shaking her head, she offered him a small smile. "That would be Leyla, actually, Patrick. We've been through so much drama then anyone can imagine. Surprisingly, I just came back to Port Charles a couple months ago. Our son, Robert, is actually with Spencer, Cameron, and the rest of his cousins with Lucky and Nikolas. It was your decision so we could spend more time together but that's--- ruined now."

Patrick felt bad for her and he let it show in his eyes. "Well, what's your name?"

"Robin, Robin Scorpio," Robin said, looking over at him. "I wish you hadn't been in that collision. It's all my fault.. If I hadn't wanted my fudge mocha bar, you wouldn't be cooped up in this bed, wondering what was going on."

Patrick sighed, looking down. "Oh."

"I could tell you about your friends, Robert, us, and your father."

"I don't want to hear anything about that bastard," Patrick growled, looking at him.

"Well, to be honest, you two get along now," Robin told him, pulling out her wallet, handing him a picture of their son on his shoulders. "That's a picture of the two of you in the park."

"Well, I see you're telling me the truth. Can you tell me more?"

Robin simply nodded and began to tell him everything that she knew that happened in the last ten years that she could even remember. No matter, she was going to get him back.

She wasn't going to stop until she brought Robert's and her unborn child's daddy back!