Chapter 62

Patrick walked up to his house with his guard, Zack and smiled at Dennis standing at the front door. "How is she doing?"

"I think okay." Dennis stepped down from his post and Zack quickly took his place. "She wanted to go to a bridge for a little while and she seemed better after that. I hope it was okay?"

Patrick sighed. He knew Robin went to talk to Stone from time to time. It used to bother him until he realized that what she was doing really was venting her feelings in a safe place. Sure, she felt close to Stone there but it wasn't about shutting Patrick out – she loved Patrick with all her heart and he had no doubts about it. "If that made her feel better, that is all that matters. Go enjoy your night and we will see you in the morning."

"Good night Patrick." Dennis headed for his car and Patrick headed into the house, leaving Zack outside to stand guard.

"Robin?" Patrick spoke softly, not wanting to wake her up if she was sleeping. He went up the stairs and to their bedroom where Robin was sleeping on their bed. He took in the sight for a moment before climbing into the bed with her and wrapping his arms around her. Moments later, he joined her in a nap.

Robin woke up her favorite way, in Patrick's arms. Feeling him breathing on her neck, she carefully turned around in his arms and kissed him. She smirked as Patrick's eyes opened and he smiled at her. "Welcome home. When did you get here?

Patrick raised his head a little bit off the pillow and looked at the clock by her side of the bed. He laid his head back down on the pillow and yawned. "About an hour ago, the patient started running a fever so surgery was postponed."

Robin gave him another kiss. "Is Josh sleeping?"

"Josh is with your Uncle Mac. He is going to pick up Emma from school and they are staying the night." Patrick began to slowly run his hands up and down Robin's back. "We needed some time to ourselves. We haven't been alone since Josh was born and we both had a rough week at work."

Robin pouted. "You could have talked to me about it."

"Then it wouldn't have been a surprise." Patrick kissed her forehead. "We are both off tomorrow so I thought we might take the kids to the zoo." Patrick kissed her cheek. "I love our kids but it is okay if we have some time to ourselves." He went in for the kill and kissed that spot on her neck that drove her crazy.

Robin moaned in response to his lingering kiss. He knew what that did to her. "I guess one night wouldn't be bad." She ran her hands up his back and to his hair, pulling him closer to her as he continued to kiss her neck. "You'll just have to keep me busy so I don't worry too much."

Patrick lifted his head and gave her a look full of lust. His hand slid to the buttons on her shirt and he slowly began unbuttoning it. He kissed her newly uncovered flesh as he undid each button. "I think that can be arranged."

"So, what's for supper?" Robin was lying in Patrick's arms, recovering from their latest escapade. "I'm starving."

"Starving, huh? Any particular reason why?" Patrick began to tickle Robin's side and she laughed out loud.

"Stop it." She managed to get the words out in between laughs. "Fine – you helped me work up an appetite." She was still laughing as she turned around and faced him. "So go all caveman and feed your woman."

Robin got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom, slipping on one of Patrick's t-shirts on the way. "Chinese?"

"I could definitely go for some Schezuan Beef and pot stickers. Fried or boiled?" Patrick was already pulling out his phone and dialing the number for Mr. Changs.

"Fried of course." Robin was yelling out to him from the bathroom. She listened to him as he placed the order. "How long?"

"30 minutes." Patrick got out of the bed and walked over to her, pulling on his pants as he crossed the room. "We could work up even more of an appetite…"

Robin shook her head. "I think I deserve more than a measly 30 minutes – don't you?"

Patrick smiled at her. "Of course you do but…"

"And our children are gone until tomorrow morning, correct?"

"Yes, but…" Patrick stuck out his lower lip.

"Then I want a little more sustenance before we continue our night." Robin got up on her tiptoes and kissed Patrick. "Now let's go downstairs and pick out some wine to have with supper."

Robin headed to the bedroom door but Patrick grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. He picked her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he began kissing her. "You know it only takes a minute to pick out the wine and," he began kissing her neck, enjoying the moan of pleasure that came from her as he began his seduction, "we can eat out of the cartons so no dishes need to be set out."

Robin's legs tightened around her husband's waist as he turned her around and carried her to the bed. "I guess that's true."

Patrick set her down on the bed and slowly laid down on top of her. "Besides, I want an appetizer before the food comes."

Before Robin could say another word, Patrick's mouth landed on hers, telling her exactly what he wanted before dinner.

"You are terrible." Robin shook her head laughing as she got dressed for the second time in almost 30 minutes. This time she added a pair of shorts to her outfit. "I cannot believe you talked me into that."

"You didn't need that much convincing Robin." Patrick got off the bed and walked over to his wife. He pulled her hair off her neck and gave her a quick kiss. "But we do need to get downstairs – I'm surprised the food isn't here yet."

He picked Robin up and smiled. "Let's go."

Robin couldn't help but laugh as Patrick carried her down the stairs. They reached the bottom of the stairs and headed into the living room. Suddenly Patrick stopped, carefully lowered Robin to the floor and pushed her behind his back. "What the hell are you doing here!?"

Marcus sat on the couch, Chinese food spread across the coffee table. "Eating supper."

Patrick heard Robin gasp and felt her push into him. He turned around to see Zack standing there with a gun in his hand. "Dr. Banks would like you to join him."

Patrick took Robin's hand and led her over to the chair. He sat down and pulled Robin into his lap, holding her close. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen was a man he had never seen before with another gun pointed at them. "What do you want?"

Marcus glared at Patrick. "It's rude to discuss business at dinner. Let's eat and then we can discuss why I am here." Marcus picked up a carton off the table and, smiling at Robin, offered her the container. "Pot sticker?"