Author's note: final chapter in the cat/robbie breakup session, and it might be a little short
Wednesday, June 28, 10:00 AM, Valentine Household
Cat woke up with a sigh. Her Robbie wasn't there to say good morning to her, again. Even though she yelled at him, she somewhat liked him, but she lost all of his trust. The doorbell went off and Cat raced downstairs in just her bra and sweatpants. Robbie was at the door with a bouquet of flowers for her, in a t-shirt and jeans. "What do you want?" Robbie put the flowers down. "Look, Cat, I'm sorry about how I acted. It was immature and stupid, I was worried about my feelings more than yours." Cat picked up the flowers and threw them on the couch. "How can I trust you after that? Look, I do have something to tell you, but now I can't because the words that you used were all I could think about." Robbie walked up to feel her stomach. "You aren't pregnant, are you?" She slapped his hand off. "Well, I mean...no. I can't tell you. My parents are already angry about something, and I don't need another person to be angry at me."
They both sat down on the couch, and Robbie set the flowers down on the table and ran his hand through Cat's hair. "What can I do to show you that I'm sorry and that I really mean it?" Cat extended her arms and put them on her knees. "There's this thing that I want, but my parents won't let me buy it. If it was a gift, they can't stop me from buying it." Robbie brought his face closer to hers. "Come on. Tell me anything." Cat grinned. "I wanted a unicorn plush. The company just came out with a new one and it looks absolutely adorable." Robbie put his arm around her, and she didn't even budge. "Why would your parents stop you from getting a plushie?" Cat started to play with her hair. "They think plushies are for kids, and since I'm 17, they won't let me get it. Thanks for spending this morning with me, Robbie. Now I feel like I can share my secret now. I...suffered a miscarriage." He lifted up her chin. "Well, then who was the father?" Cat gulped. "Y-you were, Robbie. Sorry that I didn't tell you about it sooner. It happened last month. I was about a month into the pregnancy and it died. I killed our baby. It was my fault, I didn't-" Robbie's lips hit hers. "Cat, promise me that you'll never talk bad about yourself like that. I would happily take care of our kid. You don't have to blame yourself for anything."
Cat bit her upper lip. "Oh. I thought you would leave me if I was pregnant, I thought that you didn't want the responsibility of a kid." Robbie kissed her again. "The last thing I would ever do is leave you. What I said was all out of anger, I didn't mean to make you feel unloved or anything like that. If we did have a kid, I would marry you off the bat. I love you, Caterina Valentine. I don't have a ring, don't get your hopes high. We're basically 17, 18 is the legal age for marriage. If I did have a ring, I would be down on one knee with Pandora's box open right now, with a big, gold, shiny ring inside of it." Cat sighed and put him back on the couch. "Robbie, I love you, but I'm still a little unconvinced. What you said to me the other day still hurt. I can't just get back to dating you again, and I'm so sorry. Trust is lacking from you. I really do hope you understand. Let's go to my bedroom, I'll make you feel at home for a bit."
Robbie reached for the gun he had attached to his belt, but he took his hand back off. He's not wasting a bullet now, not like this. She sat him down on the very same bed they used to have sex on. "Cat, I don't know how to put it in words, but I still love you. Our relationship might be gone, but my love for you isn't." Cat just blushed at the statement. "Not yet, please. I still have to regain your trust." Robbie's hand started shaking towards his gun, and Cat stood there with her hands up. "Robbie! No! Don't shoot me, please!" Robbie put the gun on his own wrist. "You have so much more to live for than me, Cat. I've done everything that I possibly could, and I failed in life. Think about it. I couldn't make you happy and I ruined your life. No one likes me anymore. I'm the most insignificant person on earth, just one tiny dot on a planet out of 7.8 billion more important people." Cat went and opened her window, and talked with tears streaming down slowly down her face. "If you shoot, I'll jump. I'm not leaving this planet without you. I still love you." Robbie cocked his gun and shot his wrist before Cat could jump. He was losing blood fast, and he started to pass out. Cat was on the phone with a 911 operator. "Yes, he's shot himself in the wrist. Come quick, please! He's losing so much blood, and there's no one else in the house with us. You're gonna be here in a minute? Yes, thank you so much." The ambulance carried him away in a stretcher, and Cat came along.
When Robbie woke up, Cat was there to wrap his arms around him and kissed him until there was no tomorrow. "Come here, kitty Cat. I've missed you." She kissed him even more. "Don't ever do anything like that again, you hear me? I thought that I was gonna lose you." Their fingers clasped together, and Robbie spoke up. "There's still so much we haven't done, Cat, whether it be together or separate. I don't care if it's me or not, but I wanna see you get married, watch your husband and your son. We grew up together, and we're best friends. We're gonna head to college in two years. My little girl's growing up so fast." Robbie patted her on the head, and she pecked him on the cheek. "I wanna do it all with you. I might still be a little hurt, but the past is the past. We can still make it right. I love you, Robbie. If you were gone right now, I wouldn't know what to do. Seven continents and 240 countries, and somehow, someway, I ended up with you." Robbie's grip loosened up. "I'm thinking the same exact thing, kitty. I love you too. Anything I say when I'm angry, I don't mean it. I love you too much to be angry at you. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at what you did. I feel like we're better than Aladdin and Jasmine, because we made it. I'm busy working on a song for you, and I'm just waiting for the right time to sing it to you. I actually have a surprise for you next week, but I won't tell you." Cat poked him on the belly. "Come on, one little hint. Please, babe?" Robbie joked around and pointed up to the ceiling. "Fine. One hint. It's outside. That's it, that's all you're getting."
(One week later)
Robbie was driving to their location with Cat in a blindfold the whole ride. "Robbie, baby, where are we headed to, we've been driving for more than an hour!" Robbie parked the car and untied her blindfold. "Nice to see your eyes again, sweetheart. Open up the door." A deluxe log cabin suite at the campsite in Anaheim. "Robbie! How did you afford this? And this is the campsite with the milkshake machine, playground, pool, and outdoor movie theater near Mystic Mountain?" Robbie crashed his lips against hers. "It sure is. I might be a little late, but happy three months, baby. I got the whole place to ourselves, my mom is friends with somebody who works here, and we get four nights free." Cat looked at her phone. "But it's only 4:00, what are we gonna do until nighttime?" Robbie took out a bag of groceries and charcoal. "We're grilling tonight, baby. And then, if you want to, we can go for a swim and watch a movie under the stars." Cat was speechless. "I don't even know what to say. You're all I could ever ask for." Robbie took their bags out of the car and set up the cabin for them, and then he set up the grill. "Alright, Cat. I'm cooking, what do you want?" Cat put her head on his shoulder. "I just want a cheeseburger, nothing else, please. You don't have to outdo yourself."
Robbie started to whine. "But that's what I do best." Cat started to raise her voice. "Why don't you listen to me? I said that you don't have to do anything extra. It's not hard to fuck up a cheeseburger." Robbie's voice started to raise as well. "I listen to you! You can fuck up your whole life because every guy hits on you everywhere you go!" Cat reached her peak. "That's not my fault! Look at the girls that hit on you!" Robbie shrugged his shoulders and continued to yell at her. "No girls hit on me, what the hell are you talking about?!" Cat slapped the spatula out of his hands. "I don't know why not! You're fucking hot as hell!" Robbie threw his apron on the ground. "Well, so are you! Wait, what are we fighting about?" Cat picked up his spatula and put it on top of his apron. "Yeah, what were we fighting about? All I want right now is you." They tackled each other down to the floor in the cabin and made out like no one was watching. "Oh, Robbie. I miss you." Robbie rolled over so she can be on top of him. "Cat, listen to me. I love you. But you have to love yourself as much as I love you. Treat yourself right. I'm here for you. Every step of the way. I know you've never loved your dimples, your smile, but trust me, I do. I love everything about you. Every little thing. The conversations that we have are my secrets. You're perfect to me. I've always been wanting to say that." Cat pushed him over to the bedroom. "Well, it might have just slipped out of your mouth right there. Not that many people dream about their boyfriend, but I do. I love you."
Author's note: they're back together again, yay!