Chapter 52

"Patrick, put me down" she said as he pushed the door open with his foot. "You can't carry me everywhere."

"Why not?" he asked, kicking the door closed behind him.

"Because I'm not an invalid?" she offered.

"Fine. I'll put you down in a minute" he said, walking to the couch and gently lowering her onto it. He hovered over her and brushed his lips against hers. "I don't have the words…." His voice trailed off.

"Neither do I" she said, threading her fingers through his hair.

He lay down beside her on the couch, running the back of his hand over her face. "I never knew I could feel like this" he said thickly.

Robin undid the first few buttons on his shirt and ran her hands over his chest. "I'm still worried" she said softly.

He kissed the end of her nose. "I know"

"Aren't you?"

"A little" he agreed "but worrying will change nothing." He pushed her hair from her face. "I'm just so in love with you"

She smiled and pushing in against him, catching his lips with hers. Everything about her suddenly felt different. Her feather-like kisses knocked the breath out of him. She tasted differently – emotionally, there was just more of her. He ran his hands down her back trying to touch as much of her as he could. His entire being was hypersensitive and every time she touched him it was like electric shocks going through his body.

He kept his mouth over hers as he expertly undid the buttons on her blouse. Sliding it from her shoulders, he buried his face between her breasts. He left a trail of kisses over to one breast, kissing it through the material of her lacy bra. Lifting his fingers, he pulled it over her breasts and closed his mouth over her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips as she continued to run her hands through his hair. Moving to the other breast and doing the same thing, he kneaded the one he had just left, heightening the sensation for her. Reaching behind her he undid the clasp of her bra, taking the bra and blouse from her all at once.

Kneeling up, he took his own shirt off as she grabbed hold of his belt buckle. He slowly ran his hands over her body as if touching her for the first time. Robin lay back, surrendering to him, never taking her eyes off of him. Patrick undid the side zipper of her skirt and pulled it from her hips. Spreading her legs slightly, she gave him a feline smile as her hands went to her breasts as she massaged them. He swallowed thickly. "Oh god Robin."

Leaning back down, he traced his fingers along her inner thighs, brushing his knuckles against her apex. She twitched slightly at his touch. Lowering his head, he kissed the outline of her panties before opening his mouth hotly over her centre. Robin shuddered as she felt his breath on her. He slowly kissed his way up, stopping at her stomach. He paused and ran his hand over it. He dropped a kiss in the centre of her stomach and whispered "Hi baby" before continuing on his way. Tracing circles on her neck with his tongue, he heard her gasp as he slipped a finger inside her panties.

Her fingers raked against his skin as she moved them to his zipper. Reaching inside she took hold of him and began to slowly stroke him. "God Robin" he exhaled "you feel so amazing"

"So do you Doctor Hottie" she teased.

Robin undulated against his hand when he slipped a second finger inside. Patrick tried to concentrate on her but found it difficult as she continued to stroke him, running her thumb over his tip. Unable to withstand much more, he pulled her panties down her legs and moved away from her hand. Standing up, he retrieved a condom from his wallet and then dropped his pants. He sheathed himself and lowered himself back down over her. He entered her slowly, gently and began to thrust in an unhurried pace. Normally sex between them was an urgent and passionate affair but they were in no rush as their hands and mouths continued to explore each other's bodies.

He felt Robin begin to tense around him as his own breathing became more ragged. He pulled her closer to him, pushed deeper into her, trying to truly make them one body. She twitched and shivered before being overcome by the intensity of her orgasm. She dug her fingers into his shoulders in an effort to brace herself. It was his undoing. Climaxing almost immediately, the aftershocks left him breathless.

They lay wrapped up in each on the couch for a long time – neither willing to break the spell by moving.

Eventually, Patrick untangled himself from Robin, who was dozing and got up. Pulling on his boxers, he fished his cell phone from his pocket and headed to the kitchen. Finding the yellow pages, he looked up the number and dialed it.

"Yes, I'd like to get a ticket to Manhattan leaving and returning tomorrow please."

He gave his credit card number and scribbled down the confirmation number. He had just hung up when he felt Robin's arms snake around his waist.

"Who are you talking to?" she asked dreamily.

"I bought a plane ticket" he kissed the top of her head.

"Where are you going?" she looked up at him.

"To Manhattan."

"What? Why….no - Patrick"

"Don't Patrick me. I'm going to Manhattan tomorrow to tell donkey boy that he is not to involved in your life anymore."

"You can't do that. I should be the one to tell him" she said reasonably.

"Why? So he can spew more hate at you? Not a chance. I'm not letting him anywhere near you. Besides, he seems a little hard in the head and I think I can clarify things for him in a way you can't."

Robin smiled. "Is this where the tricks up your sleeve come in to play?"

"Exactly. Now I have a few more tricks for you – what do you say I show you?" he asked scooping her up in his arms.

"Again with the carrying!" she jokingly whined.

"Shut up and kiss me you ungrateful girl!" Patrick teased.

True to Patrick's word, they spent the rest of the day in bed, alternately napping, eating or getting lost in each other. They were both asleep when his cell phone rang. Blindly reaching for it, Patrick knocked a lamp to the ground in the process.

"Drake" he said groggily.

"Patrick, it's Kelly"

"Hey" he said, stroking Robin's hair as she shifted against his chest.

"I just wanted to let you know that the lab put a rush on things and your first test came back negative."

Patrick exhaled. "That's great news Kel, thanks."

"You will have to be tested twice more just to make sure. I'm going to transfer your file to Alan if that's okay?"

"That's fine. Thanks for this and for …you know…this morning."

"I'm so pleased for both of you. Talk to you soon."

Robin lifted her head as he flipped his phone closed. "That was Kelly?" she asked as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.

"Yup. My first test is back and I'm negative" He watched as cautious relief crossed Robin's face.

"Oh Patrick" she said, unable to say more.

"As you know I need to be tested twice more but this is a good start." She nodded against his chest. "Whatever happens Robin, we're going to be fine."

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Robin tried twice more the next morning to talk him out of his trip to Manhattan, suggesting they just call Bruce but Patrick would have none of it. He insisted that Bruce needed to understand in no uncertain terms that Patrick was the father and that his relationship with Robin was over. He also insisted that he was the only person who could provide him with the 'no uncertain terms'.

"Robin, I speak 'guy'. You don't."

"You're saying there's a secret language of boys?" she asked watching as he tucked his black shirt into his black pants.

"Exactly. There's a shorthand that we have."

"Does this shorthand involve throwing punches?"

Patrick leaned over the bed and kissed her. "I'm a lover not a fighter or do I need to prove that all over again?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows.

"Uh, I think I got the message after five times last night" she giggled.

"Well if you need a refresher, let me know."

"Is there any reason why you are dressed in all black like a ninja?"

"I'm afraid if I wear a pink shirt or a sweater vest he may not take me seriously."

"Fine."

"I'll see you tonight" he said as he headed out the bedroom.

"Patrick?" she called to him.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful. I need you….we need you."

His entire face softened as he looked at her. "I will be. You just rest, have something to eat and I'll be back before you know it."

xoxoxoxo

Patrick stood outside Bruce's suite waiting for an answer. The door finally opened and a young woman that he recognized from the last time Bruce had had his entourage at the hospital stood in the doorway.

"Yes?" she asked impatiently.

"I'm Dr. Patrick Drake and I'm here to see Bruce"

"Mr. Harris is very busy. If you don't have an appointment, you'll have to come back another day."

Patrick was undeterred. "Tell him it's about Robin and the baby."

"Come in" she sighed. She showed Patrick to a waiting area and left him to cool his heels for almost half an hour before she came back.

"He can see you now." Patrick followed her in to the inner meeting room.

"Patrick" Bruce said without getting up from his chair. "Do what do I owe this distinct displeasure?"

"It's about Robin"

"Is she okay?" he was somewhat disinterested.

"She's fine. We had an ultrasound yesterday and it revealed that the baby is further along than we initially thought. She's actually ten weeks pregnant which means that it's impossible for you to be the father."

"Is that so?" he said evenly.

"It is. So I'm here to tell you to stay away from Robin –you have no reason to contact her."

"That's awfully convenient. The minute I express an interest in being part of my child's life, Robin is suddenly further along that people realized. Interesting. I'm not sure I believe it."

"I don't actually care what you believe. I'm just telling you to stay away from my girlfriend and my child."

Bruce stood up. "I want a paternity test. I think this is bullshit."

Patrick stepped closer to him. "You can think what you want. I'm not going to debate this with you. This is my family and you will stay away."

"Or what?" he asked incredulously "You're going to hit me again?"

Patrick glared at him. "I don't need to hit you. The resources at my disposal to bring a world of hurt to you are limitless. So be a good little snake and slither away" Not giving Bruce a chance to respond, he turned on his heel and left.

Bruce watched as he Patrick strode out of his office.

"Krista!!" he bellowed. The young woman came running.

"Yes Mr. Harris?"

"Get my lawyer on the phone and tell him to get his ass over here."