"About our divorce, Robert, there's something you should know,"
Robert looked over at Holly, searching for an explanation in her features.
"I never signed the papers. I couldn't bring myself to do it, and then it was too late. Which means...", Holly's voice trailed off.
"Which means, our 20th anniversary is coming up. Pity we've only spent a fraction of it together," finished Robert wryly.
Robert laughed at the symmetry of it all: "Holly, I sure hope you're not married to someone else. Bigamy is a federal crime, you know."
"I don't meet too many eligible bachelors these days over the age of 21. And it's bad form to sleep with one's professors," laughed Holly.
The light had grown dim during their conversation. Holly reached over to turn on a lamp. Both stomachs growled, almost simultaneously.
"I'm starving!" exclaimed Holly. "We've been talking for hours," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I have some food in the fridge, let me warm something up"
Robert got up as if to leave.
"Where do you think you're going? I really hope you don't think that you can tail me around the city for a day, get caught by accident, tell me a long story of where you've been for the PAST 8 YEARS, and then waltz out again?" Holly's voice rose to a crescendo.
Robert put his hands up in another gesture of surrender. "Then where's your bathroom, luv?"
Holly pointed to the door, and walked into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Holly returned to the living room with 2 plates with curry and rice, and another bottle of wine.
"This smells amazing," marvelled Robert, bringing a heaping forkful to his mouth, "Did you get it from somewhere nearby?"
"I made it myself", said Holly proudly, challenging Robert with her eyes to eat.
Robert took a bite, much less enthusiastically than he originally intended, but was pleasantly surprised to find that the food was delicious.
"Your cooking has certainly improved with time," smirked Robert, ducking a pillow aimed at his head.
Robert and Holly chattered away over their meal, filling each other in on what they know of the residents, current and former, of Port Charles, as well as their own adventures of the past few years. The second bottle of wine was slowly emptied. Eventually the conversation tailed off and the two fell asleep, sitting on the sofa.
Author's Notes:
rhscorpiolover: thank you so much! You don't know how relieved I am that my first review was a positive one.
I really hope this story spurs on others to create some more Robert & Holly fan fiction. 90+ pages of GH fiction, and not a single other RH story. Sniff.