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?
Author's Note: So, what does everyone think of my new story banner for this story? I have wanted a new story banner, as I wanted something clean looking. I am not really much of a pink girl but I love the way that this turned out. So, I don't know if anyone knows, but I am in the process of moving, as well as my mom and brother, back to where I lived – with my dad when I was in school. If you guys don't hear from me for a couple of days or weeks, I am just packing my things. Anyway, enjoy this update!
-11-
It was that same look that Patrick would give Robin – that look she remembered very well since they had became a couple after he had broken up with Leyla. It had given Robin over the several weeks that maybe Patrick Drake was remembering their past, of all the happiness and pain the two lovers had been through together. Sure, he was being noble and all, but it only made her wonder if he was secretly remembering these things without even telling her.
The thought of Patrick remembering everything only got her excited and a sigh left her lips. Taking a seat on her bed, as Patrick was in shower, Robin frowned, as she touched the small bump on her belly where she could sort of feel the light fluttering of their child moving inside of her. It was faint but she knew what she was feeling right now. Suddenly, her cell phone went off, and she looked at the caller ID.
"Hi Emily," Robin smiled softly when she flipped her phone open, a pout coming across her face. "I am surprised to be hearing from you this early."
Emily could hear the tenseness in her friend's voice. It had been exactly two months since Patrick's car collision and everyone knew how stressed out Robin was. Robin was eleven weeks pregnant. Sure, Patrick was being noble and trying to be there, but it was tough for him to act like a father when in the past, he hadn't been this 'settle down' like everyone had told him. Even Leyla was trying to tell him that they were together but Robin would always tell the nurse she needed to back off.
"Well, I thought I would give you a call, and I am really glad that I did, Robin. Are you okay?"
Robin sighed, as she rolled over, and slid out of bed. Walking out of Patrick's and her room, she shut it behind her, and she frowned when she plopped down on the couch in the living room.
"Em, I am going absolutely crazy. I can't stand it anymore that he can't remember about our past. Sure, he can remember one memory, but it sucks," Robin frowned, as she leaned back against the cushion of the couch, tears springing to her eyes. "I want him to remember his relationship with me – his father but mostly about little Robbie. Robert has no idea what's really going on. I try to keep him away from Patrick, as I am thankful that Nikolas and Lucky took the kids out of town for a few days."
"Robin, I am sure he will get his memory back," Emily replied, as she ran a hand through hair, and she hoped she could give her some sort of encouragement. "I know he will eventually remember what happened. I mean, this is Patrick Drake we are talking about. Has he remembered anything else?"
"If he has, he hasn't told me," Robin sighed, running a hand through her hair, and she took a deep breath that she didn't even know she had been holding. "I am pregnant with our second child. I would have thought when I would get pregnant again, the man I would be with would want this, but I can't force Patrick to want this, Emily. It just isn't fair to these two children or me. Maybe I should just give up on –"
"No!" Emily exclaimed, as she leaned back against the wall in Nikolas's and her home. "Do you have any idea what you are saying, sweetheart? You just need to give it time. Patrick will come around."
"No, he won't. It's been almost two months and it's just a waste of my energy. I am pregnant. I should be resting but all I am doing is trying to help Patrick remember his past with everyone, trying to keep Robert away, and I am always crying. It's just not even worth it anymore. I can't take it."
"Just give him a few more days. Everyone knows how much he loves you," Emily protested, giving Elizabeth a frown on her face. "Can you just do me that favor?"
Reluctantly, Robin pouted, holding the phone between her ear and neck, and she crossed her arms over her chest. A sigh left her lips and she breathed slightly.
"Fine," Robin said, as she hung up her cell phone, and that's when she saw Patrick in the corner of the room in just a pair of boxers.
"Baby, you're going to – leave me?" Patrick asked with a pout, as he looked across the room at his girl. "Why? I thought you – "
"Patrick, don't," Robin sighed, as she looked out the window, not being able to look at him in his boxers. "I am pregnant and so damn hormonal. I just can't take it anymore. Helping you remember is just no use. You haven't even begun to remember anything and it's so – ugh!"
Watching her throw her hands up in the air, Patrick's pout became more evident, and he sighed when he moved over to her. By now, he was standing in front of her. He took a seat on the ottoman in front of her and he leaned forward, so that his face was inches away from hers.
"You can't leave me! Not now, Robin! I need you in my life," Patrick frowned, as he cupped her cheeks in both of his hands. "Don't you get it?"
"But you don't even remember things." Robin sighed, as she blinked the tears away, placing her right hand on her slowly protruding belly where their child lay, and her left hand settled on his bare chest. "It's driving me crazy that the only memory you remember is of us making love the first time. You don't remember our first date to the racecar event or even the time that you told me you loved me! It's just – not fair to Robert, this unborn baby, or to me, Patrick Drake! I can't take it –"
Patrick placed his forefinger against her lips to shush her up and he flashed her a smile, wanting to tell her exactly what happened to him, and what exactly he was feeling. "What if I told you right now that I had a dream last night of my life of the last ten years?"
Tears sprung to her eyes, as she couldn't believe her eyes.
"I remember the years of me being a bachelor to you leaving me. I also remember the way I found out about Robert. I remember every, single last detail of the way your body feels against mine," Patrick whispered, as he wiped away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. "I remember how we never even ate that delicious chocolate cake you made me buy because you caught me steal your shrimp from our first date since I came back to Port Charles."
"I also remember when we bought Dash for our little boy," Patrick smiled in remembrance, as he kissed her right temple, then her nose, and then her left temple. "You complained the whole way back home that he better not pee in your car."
"I also remember the videos I got to watch of you being pregnant," Patrick replied with a grin on his face. "I had to beg you our whole shift together that I wanted to watch the videos of you being pregnant that your best friend, Brenda, had recorded with her new camera she had just bought the week before Christmas. You told her that it was selfish to even buy anything for herself but she said it was a gift for the both of you since she got to record your moments of being pregnant."
"The way your freckles twitch on your nose when you are trying to even hide something is just the most cutest and adorable thing," Patrick said with a grin on his face. "During the night of me dreaming, I got these rush of images through my head of the last ten years. Try to think of the 'Butterfly Effect' or some other movie."
"Most important, I remember the way that you dragged me out of some empty exam room where I was trying to hit on a nurse because you wanted me to rekindle what my father and I used to have, Robin. You dragged me to his hotel room because you thought it would be best I would talk to my father, Robin. I am really thankful and appreciative of what you did for my father and my relationship, Robin."
"You're serious?" Robin gasped, as she ran her hand over the back of her neck, and then her facial features became more features. "Why in the world did you make me think you couldn't remember anything, Patrick? It wasn't nice at all, you know?"
"I'm really, really sorry," Patrick frowned, as he looked into her eyes. "I wanted to surprise you at dinner tonight, sweetheart. I am so sorry for making you cry. You aren't going to leave me, are you?"
"I don't think I could ever leave you even if I tried," Robin admitted with a sigh, as she touched the side of his head. "We need to get you checked out."
Patrick pouted. "Do I have to get dressed?"
"Don't pout, and yes, you do need to get dressed. Your father's at the hospital and I am going to see if he can run some tests. We don't need anything else to happen."
"I don't pout."
Robin laughed sarcastically. "Uh huh, sure, whatever. Believe what you want but you do pout, Patrick Drake, and I find it adorable too."
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"So, Noah, how is the pouting doctor?" Robin asked with a grin, as she held her boyfriend's hand.
"For the last time, I do NOT pout. When will all of you understand that I don't?" Patrick asked with a raised eyebrow, as he gave Robin a glare. "And for your information, I am not the one pouting. It's you!"
"Whatever," Robin laughed, as she shook her head, and then looked at Noah. "Do you see what I have deal with when we're at home when no one is around, Noah?"
"Sorry Robin," Noah chuckled, as he looked at his son, and he laughed. "He never was the easiest child to take care of, either."
"Hey!" Patrick frowned, as he crossed his arms over his chest, and he looked up at his father. "You are supposed to be on my side."
"Don't be pouting. It won't work," Robin said with a shake of her head and then turned her attention back to Noah, who was smiling. "So, did his tests come back positive?"
Patrick rolled his eyes, as he let his hands drop to his lap, and he looked to his father, hoping that he in fact was doing better.
"Yes, he is doing much better," Noah said, as he placed Patrick's chart in his lap. "There doesn't seem any damage or anything, which is pretty good, especially after the accident. All I want is for Patrick to come back to work next week."
"Next week?! Are you sure that's a bright idea?"
"Yes sport," Noah said, as he stood up to his feet, and he smiled down at him. "This will be good for you, especially since Robbie comes home tonight."
"I miss him so much," Patrick said with a smile on his face, thinking about his little boy, and he turned to Robin. "Thank you for keeping him away. I really don't know how he would react if he would realize I didn't remember anything with him."
Robin blushed, as she nodded, standing up to her feet, and she looked over at Noah. "So, he can go home, right? I promise I will take care of him, Noah."
"I have no doubt that you will," Noah replied with a grin, as he stood up to his feet, and he watched Robin help Patrick off of the hospital bed. He turned to his son, who was sulking. "Oh, calm down. You need a vacation, anyway. Before you start work, come to me, so I can check you out."
"Fine. Bye Dad," Patrick groaned, as he let Robin drag him out of the elevator. "Robin, calm down. Where in the world are we going?"
"Oh, shush it. We're going to see Kelly and Andy. They said that they have a surprise," Robin grinned, as she looked up at him when they stepped into the elevator. "I am starting to think that Kelly's finally giving Andy a chance finally."
"Only you would say that," Patrick said, as he shook his head when the elevator doors finally closed, and he watched his girlfriend press the number five on the elevator panel. "I really don't think so. I mean, it's been over five years, and she still hasn't given him the time of day."
"You never know," Robin said in a singsong type of voice. "You just never have any hope, do you?"
"Well, this is Kel and Andy we are talking about, Robin. What do you expect me to say?" Patrick teased, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"You are so negative!" Robin grumbled, as she pouted up at him, her eyes becoming glossy with tears. "You can't even let me hope that our two friends have finally got together."
"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. Don't cry," Patrick frowned, as he looked down into her eyes when he moved to stand in front of her. "You know it kills me to see you crying."
"I don't mean to get so emotional," Robin sighed, as she ran her hands over his chest. "I guess with this pregnancy, I just haven't been taking care of myself."
"Now that I am much better, I am going to promise you that you're going to get the care you need. As I recall, little Robbie wanted to help his mother," Patrick said, as he kissed her freckled nose. "And I could use all the help from him when it comes to you and our little girl."
"A little girl, huh?" Robin asked with a bright smile on her face.
"Yes, a little girl that will look just like you," Patrick said, as he cupped her cheeks in both of his hands. "And she will have my dimples. She will be the cutest little girl anyone has ever seen. Just think – a little girl with dark brown hair and dark curls, baby."
"She already sounds precious," Robin smiled, as she watched the elevator doors open. "Come on, let's go see what's going on."
Robin and Patrick walked over to the Nurses Station and one of the nurses paged Dr. Lee & Dr. Archer. The two couldn't help but wonder what was going on. The two of them of them then watched Andy walking behind Kelly with his hands on Kelly's flat stomach. What was going on?
"Hey, you guys. I am really glad that you two could meet us for a second," Kelly said with a smile when they approached the Nurses Station, feeling Andy's chest pressing into her back. "There's actually something that Andy and I want to tell you."
Robin looked up at Patrick with a raised eyebrow and then turned her attention back to Kelly and Andy. "You guys aren't in any sort of trouble, are you? Because if you are, I could call my cousin, Aidan, and –"
"Robin!" Andy chuckled, as he laid his head on Kelly's shoulder, and his hands continued to rest on Kelly's stomach. "It's nothing like that but it's pretty big!"
"Then… what's bothering you?" Patrick asked intrigued, noticing how close the two were being. "Are you two finally together?"
"Well, that's one thing," Kelly grinned from ear to ear, as she nervously licked across her bottom lip. "Andy and I have been seeing each other for about eight months. We weren't ready to tell anyone the truth."
"You should have told me!" Robin pouted, as she crossed her arms over her chest, feeling Patrick's hands rest on the little bump of her belly that was starting to form. "I could have kept it a secret."
"Robin, we all know you would go to Emily and Elizabeth," Patrick chuckled into her ear, pulling her back into his chest. "And then they would tell Nikolas and Lucky. Then, you would have a very angry Kelly Lee and Andy Archer on your hands."
"Anyways," Kelly laughed softly, as she looked at Patrick and Robin. "We actually have some news – something I didn't think I would ever want until it happened."
"What's going on?" Robin asked with a pout, as she looked at Kelly, then to Andy, and then back to Andy.
Kelly grinned, as she rubbed her belly a little bit. "Andy and I are… having a baby."
Robin's pout lifted and she gasped in amazement to the news that she was pregnant. She rushed over to them, giving them both a hug. "Oh Kelly… this is so good! Congratulations! How far are you?"
Kelly grinned a little bit to herself. "I am just a little over six weeks."
"Congratulations, you two. This is wonderful news," Patrick said, as he gave Kelly a hug, and he shook Andy's hand. "Now, I don't have to go into this pregnancy alone."
Robin rolled her eyes, as she turned her attention away from Patrick, and she smiled. "In case you guys haven't heard, Patrick doesn't have amnesia anymore."
"How long?" Andy asked, as he grabbed Kelly's hand, and he kissed her knuckles lightly.
"I had a dream last night," Patrick admitted, as he ran his hands through his hair. "It was like a rush of images flooding through my head. At first, I was confused, but after a while, everything became so real."
"Well, I am glad you have remembered your past, Patrick," Kelly said with a smile on her face. "Robin here was driving everyone insane."
Robin crossed her arms over her chest. "What is this? Pick on Robin day or something?"
"Oh shush – my Dad and you were picking on me," Patrick said, as he shook his head, and he took her hand with a smile. "We will see you two later. Robin and I are going to have a lunch date."
As Kelly and Andy walked down the hall, Robin turned to her boyfriend, and she smiled. "Can you believe it, baby? Sam just had a little girl, Kelly's six weeks pregnant, Elizabeth's six months along, almost seven, and I am eleven weeks pregnant."
"I know," Patrick chuckled, as he kissed her lips softly, and he held her hand gently. "Why don't we go to the grocery store to stock up some groceries, baby?"
"I think that sounds like a plan," Robin said, as she pressed the down button on the elevator panel for it to open. "I am just so happy that you are all better now, Patrick. I was so worried that you would never remember anything else, especially with Leyla always popping in and out."
"Well, you don't need to worry," Patrick told Robin, as the elevator doors opened, and he led her inside with a smile plastered across his face. "You are my world. Robert and this little girl are so lucky to have you as their mother, sweetheart."
Robin grinned, as she looked lovingly into his eyes. "You are the most handsomest man and sweetest one at that, Patrick. "I just want things to be okay, you know?"
"I know," Patrick said, as he watched the elevator doors close after he pressed the button on the elevator panel. "Everything is going to be okay."
Robin pressed her body into his form and she laid her head against his chest. Feeling his fingers run through her hair, she smiled sweetly, and then looked up at him.
"So, a little girl?" Robin grinned, as she stepped back, touching her belly with both of her hands, and a sigh of relief fell from her lips.
Patrick placed his hands on top of hers, as their hands intertwined, and he looked lovingly into her chocolate eyes. "Yes, a little girl. I can see her running all over the place. I don't want to miss a moment of this, baby."
"And you won't," Robin said, as the elevator doors opened, and they walked out hand in hand.