A/N: Okay… so once again, thank you guys for your continued feedback for this story. I'm so glad you are all enjoying it. Again, with this chapter I'm kind of just filling up space but the action is actually picking up and there IS a point to this chapter that goes with the story. Now in this chapter there is a football game and these things really did happen. Sigh. And I know, I know… the Cincinnati Bengals are from Cincinnati and what are the chances that there would be die-hard fans in New York? BUT I am a die-hard fan and I just couldn't bring myself to write about any of the New York teams so… you get Cincy. This isn't a bad thing…lol But anyway… I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Summary: Robin and Patrick are the happiest they have ever been and falling more and more in love everyday. What happens when Robin's life is threatened and someone close to the both of them is at fault? How will Patrick cope and where will they go from here?

Okay... so this chapter got away from me and before I knew it, I was writing what was supposed to happen in the NEXT chapter in this one but this took me forever and two hurting hands to type so I'm leaving it the way it is. So I hope you guys like it and I think there is going to be one more chapter of kind of fluff before the chaos that this story is based on happens… But thanks again for the comments and I hope you guys like this chapter!

Oh, and I think I'm going to have to slow down on these chapters. Lol I don't want to run out of things to write and I still have three other stories going. Besides, I gotta keep you guys guessing right?

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Unsuspected Betrayal

Chapter Three: Surprising Surprises

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

- "Breathe Me"- Sia

"Hand me the popcorn." Robin requested, not feeling like moving from her comfortable position on the couch, her legs lying on top of Patrick's; her head resting on a squishy pillow.

"Why don't you get the popcorn yourself? You're the one who wanted to watch this movie anyway…" Patrick complained, but handed her the popcorn.

"Because I'm comfortable and you know how long of a week I have had…"

"Don't try and pull that stuff off on me. Trying to get my sympathy. I'm telling you, it's not going to work." He shook his head stubbornly, returning his attention to the sports magazine in his hands.

"Come on Patrick. You know what I want…" She sat up ruining her comfort. "Please?" She pouted.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I said no."

"Why did you say no?" She continued pestering him.

"Robin…" He gave her an annoyed look and glared at her playfully. "No."

"I know you want to… you always do." She sat up and began rubbing his chest seductively. "Now what do you say? Can I have that massage now?"

He gave a heavy sigh knowing that anytime she wanted something, she got it. "Alright, fine. But only a quick one."

She giggled excitedly and kissed him on the cheek, smiling evilly at him; letting him know that he had once again given in to her and lost… and she knew it. She was winning this battle and she was winning it quite easily.

"Wait. What time is it?" Patrick stopped suddenly.

"Seven. Why?"

"The game is on!"

Robin watched defeated as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it across the room not bothering to see where it landed; he grabbed the remote, moved to his recliner, and turned on the TV. "You have got to be kidding me."

"It's the playoffs! The Bengals have made it for the first time in like fifteen years!" He argued.

It was her turn to grab the magazine he had discarded and start flipping through the pages. "Well I guess we know who isn't getting any tonight." She muttered under her breath.

"OH MY GOD, ROBIN! DID YOU SEE THAT PASS? SIXTY YARDS ON THE OPENING DRIVE!" Patrick's voice boomed. She turned her attention to the game and rolled her eyes as they replayed the clip over and over and over and over again. She enjoyed a good game of football too. But not when she had just worked almost 24 hours a day everyday for the past month. All she wanted right now was some attention and not to be forgotten over some stupid football game. "NO! PALMER, GET UP! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! THE QUARTERBACK IS HURT ON THE SECOND PASS OF THE GAME!"

"Hon, don't worry… it's just a game." She said in a sarcastically sweet voice.

"You're right. They could still come back." He nodded his head, wanting so desperately bad to believe it.

She finally gave up at halftime trying to gain his attention. Cincinnati was obviously still in the game and they hadn't lost entirely yet and his attention was focused completely on the TV in front of him. She was surprised when she heard the knock on the door but not surprised one bit when Patrick showed no signs of moving to answer whoever was at the door.

"No problem. I'll get it." She muttered, walking down the hall. "Liz what are you doing here?"

"I'm so sorry to drop by like this but Lucky is at the hospital with his back and Gran is out of town at some convention for nurses and Emily is working and you were my last resort I was just hoping you were here." Liz rambled on.

"Liz, what do you need?"

"I need you to watch Cam for me…" She looked slightly afraid of the answer she was going to receive. "He is really good, I swear and he should be getting tired and going to sleep soon anyway." Liz began pleading.

"Liz, it's no problem. We'll watch him." Robin reassured her and Liz sighed in relief.

"Okay, great. Thank you so much. I brought his play pen and his diaper bag. We are potty training him but you might just want to put a diaper on him… I don't know how long I'm going to be…" She handed the little boy over to a now standing Patrick, who was wondering just what the hell was going on.

"What's going on?"

"Don't worry about a thing Liz. Just go to the hospital and be with your husband." Robin hugged her tightly as she walked out the door and closed it behind her.

"What's going on?" Patrick asked again, staring at the child he now held in his hands, who happened to think his nose was some kind of new toy to be played with. "Where is Liz going and why isn't she taking her son with her?"

"Lucky is at the hospital…" Robin started to explain but stopped when she realized Patrick wasn't paying any attention to her. His full attention was now on the little boy is his arms and making him laugh. It really was a sight, seeing this strong man go weak just from the laugh and giggle of something more than five times smaller than him.

"What do you say we watch some football little man?" He asked as he walked to the couch, sidestepping his recliner this time. "Now you see the guy with the ball? He's the quarterback…"

Robin stood in the back of the room, leaning against the wall and smiling. As time passed she felt her heart swell and saw the images in her mind. This was what she wanted. She wanted the life with the man in front of her that included the kids and the white picket fence. At work, Patrick was a professional. He never got close to the patients and he never let any of them in. That was his way. He put up this wall, protecting himself. She knew how hard it was to break through; it had taken her quite awhile. Now here was this little boy who had shattered it with a small grip on his nose and a small one-toothed smile.

"You see those guys in the black and white? They are the refs. Sometimes they play fair and sometimes they don't…"

There was so much that the two of them had to learn about the other. They had talked about marriage and children only a small amount since they first met each other and hardly ever now that they were dating. It was partially because neither one wanted the other to think that they were thinking that far ahead, that they were thinking about something that permanent. And it was partially because of the pain that Patrick still carried with him when he watched his father crash and burn. But standing here now and watching him with Cameron and seeing the way they interacted, Robin got to thinking. She now was certain she wanted this. She wanted this to be her future. She wanted to see this same sight with their own children and then with their grandchildren… But of course, she would never tell Patrick any of this. She didn't want to scare him away. He might be able to handle the HIV and even the past but he isn't ready to face something as huge and as permanent as a marriage and a family.

"Well, what do you two manly men want for dinner?" She snapped out of her reverie and began walking toward the kitchen. "I can order out or I can cook… we have a couple frozen pizzas in the freezer."

"Chinese sound good to you buddy?" Patrick asked the little boy who replied by sticking Patrick's finger in his mouth. "I think that's a yes."

She smiled at him, dropping a kiss on his head as she passed. Something about this whole situation seemed really right.

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"Well that was a first…" Patrick said pulling his soaked shirt over his head. "I don't think I have ever had the… joy of giving a very active toddler a bath."

"Come on now, you know you enjoyed it." She walked up behind him and handed Cameron over him now that he was dressed in dry clothes, it was her turn.

He only nodded his head in response to her statement, already focusing completely on the child in his arms. The truth was, all of this was a first. He had been an only child and all of his cousins were around his age. He rarely had to ever deal with children. And in his line of work, he didn't work much with kids either. It surprised him how well he actually was when it came to kids and how quickly Cameron seemed to attach himself to his side.

And Cameron had attached himself to Patrick, or maybe Patrick attached himself to Cameron… Either way, they went no where without the other. Of course that all changed when Patrick yelled at him for the first time. "What was that for?" Robin asked.

"He is getting into all those CDs and movies… do you want to be the one to alphabetize those?"

"Come here Cameron…" Robin said in her baby voice, picking the little boy up. "Did Patrick's voice scare you?" She rubbed the back of his head that was resting on her shoulder. "What do you say we read a book?" She took a seat n the couch with Cameron finding a comfortable position on her lap.

Patrick sat once again in his recliner watching Robin take care of the little boy. She was so motherly towards him; she knew just what to do. Just a few minutes ago when Cameron had been crying, she picked him up and calmed him down in a matter of seconds. She knew just what she was doing and the view just put a smile on his face. It wasn't often that he thought of the future out of fear of getting his hopes up and then turning around and ruining what they had. But sitting and watching Robin's interaction and the way she cared for him, he found himself picturing her with their own child. She would be perfect holding their little boy or girl. Patrick or Robin Jr. Little Patrick would have his father's brown eyes and of course the dimple. Little Robin would have her mother's soft brown hair with her mother's nose and her father's chin. Throw in the dimple for good measure. The perfect picture; the perfect future.

Robin yawned in the middle of her story telling. "Here let me take him and you go on to bed…" Patrick offered standing and taking the little boy from her arms.

"Are you sure?" She looked a little worried.

"I'm positive. You need to catch up on your sleep and you aren't going to be able to do that if you have to watch this little guy. Don't worry," he kissed her on the forehead, "if I need anything I'll come get you."

She looked skeptically in his direction but she couldn't say no to his offer. She really was tired and she even thought she could hear the bed calling her name. "Alright…" She still seemed worried. "The diapers…"

"…are in the diaper bag."

"He has a bottle…"

"…in the fridge."

"His cup…"

"…is on the coffee table." Patrick finished for her.

"You will…"

"…have to set up his play pen. I know, I got it. I promise." He assured her.

"Okay." She kissed Cameron on the head. "Nighty night little guy. Don't give Patrick too hard of a time." She then leaned up and kissed Patrick. "Night babe."

"Night." He watched her disappear up the stairs and down the hall. "So… what do you want to do now?"

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The apartment was glowing with sunlight when Robin stepped on the last step of the stairs, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight in front of her. Patrick and Cameron were both sound asleep in his recliner. They both looked so peaceful; Cameron curled up in the crook of him arm. She mentally took a picture so she could remember this moment forever… the exact moment that she fell in love with him all over again.

She debated for a short period of time if she should take Cameron upstairs to the guest bedroom or set up his play pen. But she didn't want to disturb Patrick; he had to have been up late, so she let them be. Walking into the kitchen her attention was directed at the answering machine on the counter.

Hey Rob-

I will be there to get Cam around eleven. I really can't thank you and Patrick enough… well I'll just tell you when I get there. See you soon!

10:30. She was going to have to disturb them after all. She walked back into the living and saw an already awake Cameron. "Hey there big guy." She smiled and picked him up. "Did you keep Patrick bus last night?" She kissed his forehead. "Are you hungry little man?"

She walked back into the kitchen, digging through his diaper bag and pulling out the food that Liz had brought with him. The entire time, Robin felt the sense of being totally complete. For so long, her life had revolved around her career and her disease. She never let herself think that she could find a man to love her again, let alone ever start thinking about kids again; a dream that disappeared when she found out about her HIV status. But spending one night with Cameron awoke all of her emotions and instincts. She wanted this. She wanted to wake up in the morning to find Patrick holding their child and then feed him or her breakfast…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Good morning." Liz smiled. "I come bearing muffins." She traded the paper bag for Cameron. "Hey baby! How was he?" She directed at Robin.

"He was fine. Patrick spent most of the time with him."

"Really? I thought he would hate the idea of babysitting."

"That's what I thought too but apparently he is really good with kids. And Cameron took to him really well. They watched a game of football and then we had Chinese." Robin began explaining their night. "We had a lot of fun."

"I just might have to hit you up to baby sit more often…"Liz smiled.

"Anytime. We really don't mind."

"I can't thank you enough Robin, really. I was so worried last night…"

"What actually happened?" robin stopped trying to straighten up and focused entirely on Liz.

"He was having sharp pains in his back and his legs were going numb. I came home and had found him on the floor and he couldn't move. I was terrified that this was it and he was never going to walk again. If Lucky never walks again, I wouldn't care as long as he is alive but he doesn't see things that way. He is pushing himself so hard to get back to work…"

"He wants to support his family." Robin understood. "But everything is going to be all right now?"

"Yeah… Noah examined him and warned him to slow down and that recovery takes time. He made sure to tell him that if he wanted to never walk again to keep going the way he is…" Liz shook her head. "It's just that everything keeps coming at once. He was hurt and in the hospital before and then Jesse died and he hasn't forgiven himself for that. He still feels so guilty and nothing I say or do can change that. And now with this… Lucky is a very strong man and he can handle almost anything but being helpless… he just can't handle that."

Robin placed a supportive hand over Liz's. "Things will get better. If I know Luck at all, he is going to bounce back from this and everything will go back to normal. It just may take some time."

"Thanks." Liz smiled and squeezed her hand. "But I better get home. I want to check on Lucky and I have to change, I have a shift in a little over an hour."

"Why don't you just call off? You spent all night at the hospital…"

"I can't… not with this latest hospital bill. We need the money." They walked down the hallway as Patrick walked back through the door.

"I just put all of his things in your car."

"Thank you both so much for this. I don't know how I'll ever repay you…"

"There is no need." Patrick interrupted her. "Anytime."

"Thank you guys again." She hugged Robin and was out the door.

"Well that was fun." Patrick smiled as he wrapped his arms around Robin, walking back into the apartment.

"You really amazed me, you know? The way you were with him. You are amazing."

"Well…" He tried to brush it off. "He's a good kid and Liz and Lucky need all of the help they can get right now." Robin nodded, remembering her conversation with Liz just moments before. "What do you say we go back to bed?" Patrick yawned. "That kid has some serious energy."

Robin smiled and pulled him by the hand up the stairs. "Come on Superman."