Chapter 12
"I missed this." Patrick stroked Robin's back as he held her. "Just being with you and holding you in my arms."
Robin ran her hand up and down his chest. "Me too."
The couple had taken their time once they got to the room. Patrick had slowly undressed her first, letting her get comfortable with being with him again. He whispered softly to her, telling her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. She soon returned the favor, undressing him and reacquainting herself with every part of his body. They were tentative at first but instinct quickly took over and they made love for hours, reconnecting with each other on every level.
Patrick got out of bed and poured them another glass of the champagne Carly had arranged to have waiting for them in the room. Robin sat up and took the glass from him. He sat back down on the bed with her and raised his glass. "To a second chance."
Robin gently tapped her glass to his. "For both of us." She took a drink and laughed.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Well, I was just thinking about when we started dating and you were living here at the MetroCourt. I was having lunch with Nikolas in the restaurant and suddenly you were sitting at a table watching us."
"And you left him to come to me." Patrick set down his glass on the end table.
"No, he told me to go to you. I was willing to stay and finish my lunch." Robin finished her glass and handed it to Patrick who placed it next to his empty glass. "Anyway, we went back up to your room and were just getting ready to make love when I stopped you and got off the bed. You asked me what was wrong and I told you that my mom was right."
"Yes – you said she told you that you were attracted to me because I reminded you of your father." Patrick shook his head. "I was not happy to hear that."
"Well, in some ways she was right. You are both handsome, daring men with a love for excitement and the finer things in life. But there is one major difference." Robin reached over and gently caressed his face. "You are committed to your work but our family and, most importantly, our daughter will always come first. Your love and devotion to Emma is very sexy."
"It is, is it?" Patrick wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled.
"Yes, anyway, we finally got back to business when my dad came knocking on the door."
Patrick rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he kind of killed the mood."
"You two sat on the floor drinking beers and racing cars while my dad regaled you with stories of his wilder days." Robin scooted in closer to him. "Then I asked you to leave…"
"You kicked me out." He tickled her in the ribs, loving the little laugh that escaped her lips.
"Semantics – anyway you left and then you walked back in just in time to hear me say that love wasn't what you and I were about." Robin turned her head and smiled at him. "I was in deep denial."
"Well, I wouldn't have admitted it then but it really hurt me to hear you say that." Robin's face reflected her surprise. "I know you were just trying to protect yourself but I was already head over heels in love with you and it hurt that you didn't feel the same way."
"But I did feel the same way and I was just scared of admitting it. I was certain if I told you that you would have run off and I would never see you again." She shook her head. "We wasted a lot of time hiding our feelings for each other."
"But we are not wasting time anymore. Now we will embrace every day we have together and build a new life. It will take time and patience and there may be some tears and hurt feelings along the way but I have no doubt it will only make us stronger as a family." Patrick gently ran his hand through her hair. "I will do whatever it takes to accomplish that."
"Whatever it takes, huh?" Robin slid out of the bed and began walking to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" He watched her hips shake back and forth as she moved across the room.
"I'm going to take a shower." She turned back to look at him as she entered the bathroom. "You know, I could really use some help with my back."
Patrick didn't need to be asked twice. He jumped off the bed and followed his ex-wife into the shower.
"Welcome to the MetroCourt hotel – do you have a reservation?" The front desk clerk smiled at the man as he walked up to the counter.
"No but I heard that this was the place to stay in Port Charles. Do you have any rooms?" The man didn't smile at all and it made the clerk a little nervous.
"Yes we have several rooms available – would you prefer a room or a suite?"
"A suite please." He needed plenty of room for his equipment.
"And how long are you looking to stay?"
"At least a couple of weeks." He took out his phone and smiled at the picture of Robin on it. "I need to catch up with an old friend."
