Chapter 33
"Here – have another bite." Patrick held up the fork with a piece of pasta salad on it.
Robin took the bite and moaned. "Ooh – that is so good but I am getting full."
"I just want to make sure you have plenty of energy for the rest of the weekend." It was late Saturday afternoon and the couple had barely left the bed since their arrival the night before. Hours had been spent making love, talking and just lying together.
"Good idea." Robin bit her lower lip. "I missed this. Being with you like this."
Patrick set the bowl of pasta salad down and gently placed his hand on her cheek. "Me too. Do you know how hard it was for me to not sneak into our room and ravish you every night."
"Not that – although I have certainly missed that." Patrick gave a questioning look. "Feeling close, just being in your arms. Just being with you. I never want to be away from you again – you are the love of my life and I need you to know that."
Patrick gave her a smirk and shook his head. "And you are the love of my life and I never want to be away from you again." Patrick got up from the bed and walked over to his clothes, pulling something out of his pocket before jumping back on the bed. "I wasn't sure when I was going to do this but this just seems like the right moment."
Patrick took Robin's hands in his. "Robin, I am so grateful for everything that we have been able to do over the past 6 months. It isn't just the counseling or working together again, it is the hundreds of little moments. A shoulder rub after a long surgery, cuddling with you on the couch, the look you give me over the operating table, Chinese food and banter, all things I love having back. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. I love you with all my heart and soul."
Robin couldn't help but cry but the tears fell down a smiling face. "I love you too. I missed the banter and the flirting too but, you're right, it is the little things that matter the most. The way you pick up dinner before I ask you to, the way you look when carrying Emma to bed or the princess voice you have when reading to her, the foot rubs after a long day at the hospital, and the way you comfort me when a patient's drug therapy hasn't worked – not condescending but comforting. I feel like we are finally back to where we should have been all along and I don't want to go back."
"My thoughts exactly – it is time to move forward." Patrick opened up his hand and Robin gasped when she saw the diamond ring nestled in his palm. "Robin Anna Scorpio – will you marry me?"
"Yes, with all my heart yes." Robin leaned over and kissed him as Patrick slipped the ring on her finger. "This isn't my old ring."
"No – I decided we needed a new ring for a new beginning." Patrick kissed her again. "You did say yes? I'm not imagining this?"
"I said yes – no need to ask me twice this time. I have never been so sure of anything as I am that I want to be your wife again." Robin kissed him. "Maybe we could even think about giving Emma a brother or sister – after we get married of course."
"Yeah – wouldn't want you going into labor at the altar again." Patrick wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "I can think of nothing better than having another child with you and since I plan on remarrying you as soon as possible, we'll make an appointment with Dr. Galvan as soon as we get back to Port Charles." Dr. Galvan was head of the OB/GYN department at Port Charles. "But for now, I think we should celebrate our engagement."
"You do, huh?" Patrick nodded as Robin giggled. "How do you celebrate an engagement?"
"Like this." Patrick slowly leaned over and kissed her, gently lowering Robin back down to the bed.
Everything was in place. He looked around the basement and smiled at Emma's room. The bathroom was working, the bed was in place, the cage was up and there were plenty of toys for her to play with. It was time to make his move.
Tomorrow night he would go to Port Charles and get Emma. If all went well, her mother would join the little girl before the week was over.
He smiled at the Doberman sitting at the door. "Lucy – guard." The dog instantly took a guarding stance at the door. The little girl would stay in her room – he had no doubt about.
He went up the stairs and checked out the rest of the house, making sure all security measures were in place and that he had Robin's protocol for when she joined them. Couldn't have Robin getting sick.
He sat down in the chair in the living room and smiled. One more night.