Robin's been hiding the fact that she did not go to the sperm bank but that Patrick's actually the father of her child… their child. She hasn't told him for several reasons, and if he finds out, she feels he'll only feel obligated to be there for their child together. Patrick's been suspecting that Robin's carrying his child, especially since the day he found out that the condom broke. What happens when Patrick finally asks her if he is the father of her baby?

-5-

"Are you telling you went to your first appointment of seeing the baby and you--- didn't tell me?" Patrick asked, as he looked at her, and then looked down at the sonogram of their baby.

Robin sighed. This was going to turn out bad, or at least, that's what she thought. She still hated herself for telling Patrick the truth. He had told her for months that he didn't want to become a father and she knew it was because of the way Noah had went to the bottle. Now that he knew the truth, she knew that Patrick would only do this because this was the right thing to do.

Call her selfish or whatever but all Robin wanted was to have the father of her baby, Patrick, to want this as much as she wanted this. This was why she didn't tell Patrick about the sonogram or any of the feelings she had been feeling. Sure, she was scared of passing her son or daughter HIV, but there was a two percent of the possibility of them not even contracting the virus since her viral load was almost undetectable.

"You had a surgery," Robin said, still standing behind the chair she had been occupying, and placing her hands on the back of the chair. "I told you I don't want you part of this."

"This is my baby too, Robin! I should have a say in this but you keep pushing me away," Patrick yelled, crossing his arms over his chest, as he leaned against the table. "I mean, if you ask me, you're acting just like your mother when you were born."

Robin snatched the sonogram into her pocket and she crossed her arms over her chest. Seeing the pout on his face when she did that, she sighed, as she gave him the photo.

"Thank you."

"You told me for months that you didn't want children, and now that I am pregnant with your child, you're acting like this isn't going to affect you," Robin told him, trying not be so angry at him.

"Robin, I really thought you would be so ecstatic when I would man up. Yes, a child is not something I would want in my future, but now that you're pregnant, I am not going to turn my back on you. This is something I am going to not turn my back on," Patrick told Robin, trying to do the right thing, and he turned his head to look down at the sonogram that was in between his fingers. "I wish you could have told me about your appointment."

Robin let a deep breath leave her lips, as she knew she had to do the right thing, and telling Patrick about this baby would be right for the three of them. She just wished that he wanted this child no matter how much she kept on trying to push him away. This child meant so much to her and she hoped that one day that Patrick would want this child.

Jumping out her thoughts, she shook her head, and she licked across her bottom lip. "I'm sorry---"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Robin," He sighed, as he walked up to her. "I deserve to have a role in our child's life and you know I deserve it. It wouldn't even be fair if I didn't get a say in his or her life, either."

"I am just trying to protect---"

"I don't need protection, Robin! I am a grown ass man and I deserve to make life-changing decisions, especially during this time. I don't need you to protect me from things like this. I am not a child and that's how you're treating me for quite some time," Patrick said, placing the sonogram in his doctor coat pocket, and he looked back at Robin.

Hearing those words leave Patrick's lips, Robin hated herself because she knew that he was right, and she leaned back against the wall beside the door, crossing her arms over her chest. She hated the person she had become, though. Why not accept Patrick's help?

The thing was she wasn't even sure if Patrick even wanted this--- to become a father. Hell, she wasn't even sure if he would ever be ready for fatherhood. What would he do when he saw their son or daughter for the very first time? Would he run or would he cry for joy?

"I know you don't, Patrick. I just don't know what to expect from you," Robin admitted, sliding her hand protectively over her stomach, while her other hand slid over the nape of her neck. "What if you do run and go to a bar or even back to Leyla for that matter?"

This was the third time she had mentioned Leyla and he let a sigh leave his lips, as he looked over at her, his eyes wondering over her hand that was on her belly. He couldn't help but to wonder what Robin would look like with a pregnant belly.

"Robin, this is the third time you've mentioned Leyla."

"Well, when I saw you tun out of the room when Leyla threw your scrubs away---"

"Oh shit, you heard about it."

"Oh no, I didn't hear about it. I got front row, center seats, Patrick, watching you run out naked."

"Robin, I---"

"No need to explain," Robin said, shaking her hand in his face. "This was the main reason why I didn't want to tell you about you being a potential. The way you parade around this hospital like you're God's creation to all woman just makes me sick, and I don't want MY son or daughter to be around that."

"And they won't! If you haven't noticed, I haven't even been with Leyla or any other nurse for that matter, Robin. I just want to show you what kind of man I can really be. Will you be able to let me in and be there for your pregnancy and the birth of our child?"

Truth was, Robin was terrified of letting him in. If she let him in, she might be looking for more than Patrick just being a father. After all, he had been her last shot at love and happiness. She knew if he would be at her beckon, she might lose her cool.

Truth was, even though she was pregnant with his baby, she knew that she would want so much more than just him helping her out. God, why did she have to go to his place after Georgie's funeral?

Just then, the door opened, and in walked Leyla, making Robin cross her arms. This just was not what she needed right now.

"I need to go."

"Dr. Drake, you're needed in room 1010," Leyla said, as she flashed the handsome doctor a quirky smile.

"Not now, Leyla," Patrick said, as he turned to Robin. "We're not done talking."

"But---" Leyla began, as she saw the tension between Patrick and Robin.

"No! I said not now, Leyla, and if you will, can you leave? Robin and I are in the middle of a very important conversation," Patrick spat, turning his head away from the nurse, taking hold of Robin's hands in his when Leyla finally left. "We need to talk about this."

"You didn't have to kick her out of here," Robin said softly, allowing him to hold her hands. "I could have went on my merry way and all."

"True, but then again, we would not be talking, and I want to talk to you, Robin. How about I take you for some dinner tonight?"

Robin sighed, as she looked to her feet. "Breakfast. I just don't feel like eating a big course meal tonight."

Patrick nodded his head in agreement and he let go of her hand. As he watched her walk out of the locker room, he pulled out the sonogram picture of their baby, and a smile curved to his lips.

"I think all this time… I really did want you, little one," Patrick said to no one in particular.

Putting the sonogram back into his pocket, Patrick walked out of the locker room, and went to go do his rounds before his shift was over.