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?
-7-
Twelve, long, inseparable days had passed since they had talked about the baby Robin was carrying or about the two of them. They did talk about their patients, deciding to stay profession because they knew that Epiphany would get into their business asking what was wrong with the two of them.
No talking about that breakfast a week and a half ago had been Robin's idea because she just couldn't handle talking about it.
Robin walked out of the locker room, taking a deep breath, as she placed a hand maternally over her flat belly. It would be a while before she would actually start to show and she was so excited of the fact that she would be showing with child. It only brought a smile over her face the more she thought about it or even the thought of holding her son or daughter. Personally, she would love to have a little boy.
"You're going to be beautiful when you start growing with 'our' child, Robin," Patrick said, as he approached her, holding a chart under his arm.
"Do you really have to say that?" Robin frowned, as she moved her hands over her hips, mimicking his pose he would do all the time. "I was having a wonderful morning until you had to say a comment like that. Do you really enjoy upsetting a pregnant woman--- me!"
Patrick placed the chart under his arm on top of the trashcan, and then placed one hand on his hip, while the other hand slid through his dark hair, shaking his head.
"Seriously Robin? What the hell did I do or even say to you? I just asked a single question and you really didn't have to snap at me. I just asked a question to see how the two of you were doing. Is that really a crime?" Patrick asked, as he looked into her brown eyes. "I am really trying here, you know?"
"Well… just don't. Don't ask how I am doing or how the baby is doing, okay? I am fine and so is the baby, Patrick. We don't need you or your pity."
Patrick sighed, as he looked at her in shock. He grabbed his patient's chart and stormed off before muttering "fine" to Robin.
Robin looked down at a patient's chart, as she sat down on the couch in the waiting area, and she watched Patrick round the corner when she lifted her head. She didn't even know why she even cared about Patrick but she just couldn't help herself. She had been staring at Patrick a lot more since the conversation they had the other day. Her cheeks began to get flustered when she began to think about the words that left his lips earlier.
"You know I am right," Patrick grinned, as he leaned against one of the lockers when he watched her march to the mirror to check her reflection. "You're beautiful.""Is that one of your lame, famous lines?" Robin rolled her eyes, as she primped up her hair. "Don't you have somewhere to be or something like a consult with Ian or your father?"
"No, not really, and besides, you used to like my lame, famous lines, Robin. Like I said, you know am definitely right about this," Patrick replied, as he moved next to her. "So, have you thought about what your sex life will be like when you're in your second trimester?"
Robin gasped, as she looked at him. "Is sex all you ever even think about? I mean, I am still in my first trimester, trying to keep my food down in my stomach."
Patrick turned to her, flashing her his famous dimples. "Oh please, you know you want me, and my long, hard---"
"Dr. Drake," Regina said, stepping into the locker room. "Your father is looking for you."
Clearing his throat, he nodded his head. "Thank you, Nurse Thompson." He looked at Robin and then walked out of the locker room, leaving a stunned Robin.
Patrick Drake knew ever way to push at her buttons. Luckily, he hadn't bothered her. He hadn't questioned her about their baby or about their relationship. Sure, she was thankful for, but at the same time, she was upset that he hadn't tried to talk to her. She didn't even understand why it was bothering her so much.
Here she was, thinking about Patrick, but she had been the one to tell him to stay his distance about talking about their child and the possibility of getting back together. She just wasn't sure if getting back together with Patrick would even be the right thing to do. She had so much to take care of but her main focus was her baby. The best thing was to take care of her body.
She set the chart down on the table in front of her and let a groan leave her lips. She also knew that stress wasn't good for her or the baby. The last thing she wanted was to lose her baby, especially with Patrick being a part of the baby.
Robin's eyes drifted over the Nurses Station where she stifled a laugh when Epiphany slapped Patrick aside of the head, guessing he said something stupid, immature, or just something that didn't please the head nurse. She knew that Epiphany meant well. It was really good to have her back at the Nurses Station after her having her heart attack. She had told her to take it easy but she had simply rolled her eyes, telling her to do her job.
Her eyes drifted back to the files in her lap when she noticed Patrick's eyes land on hers. Before she knew what was going on, she felt him come closer, closer, and closer…
"Hey Robin," Patrick said, placing a paper cup with a lid on it. "I thought you could use something to drink, so as I was walking by Kelly's, I got you some tea with a splash of honey."
"Oh--- um, thank you, Patrick. That was thoughtful," Robin said, looking up at him, and she then quickly adverted her eyes to the chart in her lap when she took a sip. "Mmm, this is delicious."
Patrick smiled softly. Truth was, he made it at home since he wanted to do nice things for her, but he knew that she would only get angry at him for doing just that.
"I thought you could take a break and drink it," Patrick said with a shrug, turning his back to her, and beginning to walk away.
"Patrick, wait, don't go," Robin said faintly, as she stood up, closing the chart, and then sliding it under her arm, as she stood up to her feet with her tea in her hand.
Patrick turned around, as he looked into her dark, chocolate, brown eyes. "What's wrong, Robin? Are you okay? The baby--- sorry."
Robin hated that he wanted to ask about their child or even how she was doing and he felt the need to apologize to her. It made her realize that she was really acting up. This was something she would die for. Actually, this would be exactly what any single mother would ask for, and that was some help just the way that Patrick was asking.
"No," Robin said softly, as they began to walk down the hall. "I'm okay and so is the baby. I actually wanted to talk about--- Mr. Anderson. He seems to be reacting to my drug therapy really well."
'And here I thought she was going to talk to me about our baby or even her feelings. Boy… was I so wrong,' Patrick thought, as he looked at her.
"Yes, he sure has. Thank you, Robin."
'Stupid Robin! That was really stupid,' Robin thought to herself, as she yelled at herself in her mind.
"Actually, that wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about," Robin told him, as she leaned against the wall near the elevator.
'Duh! Of course you want to talk to him,' Robin though to herself, as she held her patient's chart right against her chest.
"What is it?" Patrick asked, noticing she seemed to be in deep thought.
Robin took a deep breath, as she placed her chart on the top portion of the trashcan. "I've been thinking about our fight at breakfast, as well, as the one at the hospital the next day. I've been giving it a lot of thought and I've come to an answer."
"You have?" Patrick asked, as he looked at her, wondering what her answer could possibly be.
"Yes--- I have. I like to think it's a good answer," Robin said with the shrug of her shoulders. "The thing is I really thought I could raise this child by myself, but the fact that you are this child's father, and that you know, I think you deserve a chance in his or her life, Robin. I don't want you to be on the sideline like a lot of fathers have to go through."
When he heard her words, he was in shock, as he really didn't think she would want him in their child's life, especially with their arguments at his apartment and at the hospital. Both times had been pretty bad and all he wanted was to bring a smile to her face.
"Wow, you really want me to be a part of his or her life?" Patrick asked, still in amazement. "I really thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me after all."
"So did I but I've been doing a lot of thinking," Robin admitted, sliding a hand behind her neck. "I just feel like you deserve a role in our child's life. All I have to say is you have a lot of growing up to do if you really want this, Patrick."
"I know, Robin, but all I want is to get the chance to help," Patrick admitted, as he moved to stand next to her in front of the elevator panel. "I just think a father should be there when your baby's born. I want to be there, hearing our child cry for the first time when he or she breathes his first air. I want to look at him or her when they're in your arms, free of the HIV status."
Robin teared up, as she lifted her head to look at him. "Really Patrick?"
"Really Robin. I know I said I never wanted children with you or children in general, but the fact that you're at term with child, there's no turning away. I want this child to know who his or her father is. I want to be a better man and father than what my father was than my father was. I--- I know you have said a thousand times that I will be, but I just feel like I could be like him, and that's a big problem of why I never wanted children. I want to be the man that my mother raised," Patrick said, as he looked over at Robin with very sad eyes, taking a deep breath, as he looked down at his feet.
Robin licked across her bottom lip, as she felt the tears beginning to fall. Being pregnant had its negative sides and that was the urge of always crying over silly or stupid things. This time, it was different… this time, she was crying over something that really matter.
"I am in no rush for you to make a complete one-eighty transition but I am hoping that I can have you help me through this. That is all I am asking from you," Robin admitted, as she looked down at her feet, and then back at Patrick. "I just want you to be able to be there for every appointment, every Lamaze class, and every item I buy for our son or daughter. Most of all, every time our child moves inside of my belly, or at least when we're at work or out for something to eat and whatnot, I would love you there. I know it really is a lot to ask for but this is just the baby territory, Patrick."
"I know that and I am willing to be there for you two."
"As for our relationship, Patrick, I am not sure what's going to happen with his, but I am just not ready to jump what we once had," Robin explained, as she looked away from. "If or when we get back together, I want it to be for the right reasons--- not because I am carrying your child."
"I… I understand," Patrick said, as he was still broken about her not wanting to be with him, but he understood that her reasons were right.
Paging Dr. Drake to Room 1013! Paging Dr. Patrick Drake to Room 1013!
Patrick sighed, as he looked at her, and he grabbed his chart. "I'll talk to you later. Maybe we can get some lunch on our break."
As Robin watched Patrick walk away, she couldn't but wonder if she was doing the right or the wrong thing.