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?

-6-

As she stood outside of Patrick's apartment, she let out a shaky breath. They were suppose to go to Kelly's for some breakfast but Robin didn't feel like going out in front of everyone, especially if they saw any of their friends. She just wasn't ready to tell everyone that Patrick was in fact the father of her child. She wasn't even sure if he was going to stick around for the child. She wasn't asking for help but it would be nice for him to be here.

Robin slid her hand over her stomach, rubbing it slightly through her blouse. She wasn't even sure if she should even be here. As she turned her back, she heard the door open, and she let a sigh leave her lips.

"Geez, you really were going to leave?" Patrick asked, as he turned to look at her, aiming the spatula in her direction. "I made French toast too. It would be a shame to waste a well-done, yet delicious meal. So, are you going to come in?"

She wanted to run so badly but she was really hungry. When he mentioned French toast, she felt like her heart was doing flip-flops and tumbles against her chest.

"I guess I have no choice," Robin said softly, as she moved into his apartment when he stepped back, cinnamon filling the air of his apartment. "It smells pretty good in here."

"Good and you know my cooking skills are good. You said it before when you tasted my French toast before," Patrick said, as he shut the door closed, leading her into the kitchen, taking a look over her beautiful figure. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Robin took a seat at the table and she placed her purse on the table. "Well, I'm a little tired, but that's to be expected the first trimester. I just need to take it easy, I guess."

Patrick could sense that she was very uncomfortable about talking about their baby but she was just going to get over it. Smiling to himself, he placed the plate of french toast, bacon, eggs, and couple of biscuit in front of Robin. He placed another plate in front of his seat. He then placed a mug of coffee by his plate and then a mug of steamed milk in front of her.

"What's this?" Robin asked, looking at the concoction in front of her, raising an eyebrow. "You aren't trying to kill me, are you?"

Patrick gave her a skeptical look and then became serious. "Wow Robin, you must really hate my guts, or something. I would never even do that.""

"I, um, Patrick---"

"What the hell is wrong with you? I just made you some steamed milk, thinking it would be nice," Patrick said with a groan, rubbing his temples once he sat down. "Do you really hate me this much?"

"I just didn't know what it was," Robin said in a fragile-like tone, beginning to stand up, feeling like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. "I should go. I'm sorry."

"No, don't go. I didn't mean to snap at you," Patrick said, as he grabbed her arm gently. "At least eat breakfast, Robin. You need to eat a good, nutritional meal, and you know that I am right about this."

Robin settled back in her seat and she looked at Patrick with a sheepish, shy smile. She hated that he was right about her eating. She needed to start eating more foods that were healthy since she was eating for two now. She hadn't ate last night because she was so stressed out to what he would even do or even say to her about their child. All she knew was she had to take care of herself.

Robin grabbed the mug of steamed milk and took a little sip of it. It was actually pretty good.

"Thank you, Patrick. I'm sorry about my little comment. I just can't help but think that you really don't want this. I know that I am very judgmental towards you but the last thing I need is for you to walk out on this innocent baby," Robin said softly, taking a bite of a piece of French toast.

Patrick knew she had every right to question his motives and he would probably be doing the same thing to if he was in her position. Just like he said to the sonogram photo, he really did think that he did want this in all reality. In the long run, he wanted Robin to be happy with a baby boy or girl in her arms.

"It's okay, Robin, and I am too. I am just tired of fighting with you. That's all we have seemed to do ever since I found out you were pregnant and that's something I don't want to do. We have to face it that I am going to be here for this baby, Robin. Nothing and I mean nothing will keep me away from this baby."

"What about Leyla?" Robin asked, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth.

"What about her?" Patrick asked, as he turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow in her direction. "There is nothing going on with Leyla and me, Robin.

"Oh," Robin said softly, as she looked down at her plate, stabbing a piece of egg with the fork. "I just thought that you guys were still--- having sex with each other."

Patrick sighed, as he licked across his bottom lip, and put his fork down after he took a bite of his French toast. He needed to tell her exactly what was going on because to be honest, he was never the slightest interested in Nurse Leyla Mir. Just like his father went to the bottle, he had went to women, and Leyla had been the easiest target. He had to laugh at the times that Leyla was trying her hardest to get him to fall for her but only woman could ever make him really that way.

Dr. Robin Scorpio.

"Robin, I'm sorry that you think that way, but nothing is going on with Leyla and me. We haven't for the longest time," Patrick told her, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "There is only one woman that I would rather be with."

Robin sighed, shaking her head at him. "Please don't do this, Patrick."

"Don't do what? Tell you how much I love or how about how much I want to be with you?"

Robin grumbled to herself, as she grabbed her purse, stood up, and headed towards the door. Why did he have to say those words? He knew how she felt about him right now.

"Uh, uh, uh, you aren't leaving quite yet," Patrick said, as he rushed to the front door, and he leaned his body back against it. "Don't you get that I want to try this? Why are you running?"

"Why did you have to say those words?" Robin asked, feeling a couple of tears fall down her face. "This is something that I do not need right now."

"Oh riiiiight like you don't love me," Patrick scoffed, as he crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at her straight in her eyes. "Is it that bad that we deserve this chance to finally be together?"

"We just can't--- do this. It's not right," Robin sighed, trying to open the door, but he blocked his body over the doorknob. "Will you just let me go?"

Patrick flashed her a cocky grin and placed his hands over his hips. "Oh no, I cannot do that to you. We still need to talk about this baby that you are carrying."

"No, we don't. I just don't think you should want this. If I remember correctly, you couldn't even see me as the mother of your future children," Robin said, placing her hands on her hips, mimicking his gesture. "Or did that slip your mind?"

"Robin---"

"Just let me go home and let me have a calm day off."

"I love you, Robin."

"No, you don't, and I honestly don't think you ever did," Robin said, as she glared at him, anger building up inside of her. "If you did, you wouldn't have slept with Leyla. Tell me, did it work?"

"Robin, you know very well it didn't work," Patrick told her, as he took a step forward towards her. "In all honesty, I don't even think it would ever work. Getting over you would be like hanging myself."

Robin looked away from him and then felt him pull her close. "Patrick, we--- we can't! I won't let my heart get broken again. I can't---!"

"And I don't plan on breaking your heart, Robin. Will you just stop being so damn stubborn right now and just listen to what I have to say?"

"What could you possibly say to me?" Robin growled at him, as she crossed her arms over her chest when she took a step back.

"Robin, I am not asking for a complete one-eighty to get back to what we had before we broke up," Patrick began, as he looked over at her. "No relationship works that way. All I am asking is for one and final chance with you, Robin. Please let me prove to you just how much I want you and this baby?"

As Robin saw the tears in his eyes, her own tears began to fall down her cheeks from her eyes, and watched him wipe away her tears, which made her do the same to him. God, she wasn't even sure if she should give him another chance. She also didn't want to raise this child on her own now that Patrick wanted to have a role in their child's life.

"I… I don't know, Patrick," Robin said weakly, as she looked down at her feet.

"Can you at least think about it?" Patrick asked, as he cupped her cheek softly. "That's all I ask of you and that's to think this over."

"Yes, I can do that," Robin said, as she moved to the door, and opened it. "Thank you for breakfast."

As he watched her shut the door behind her, he leaned against the door, and could only hope for the best.

"Please Robin… give us and our child a chance to be happy," Patrick said, as he ran his hands over his temples, and he let an aggravated sigh leave his lips.