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?

Author's Note: I apologize for the lateness of the story. I was writing in my Passions Ethan/Theresa story, which I posted in the Non-Scrubs story. I just couldn't decide where to go with this story, so I hope you guys like this chapter.

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It had been hours since Robin had last seen Patrick when he got paged to the OR to help his father. Hopeful thinking that she was really doing the best thing, Robin continued to flip through the pages of a patient's chart, as she leaned back against her chair at her desk in her office. She was so stunned at her actions of Patrick's words that he wanted to be there for their baby and her. Robin just wasn't sure if she could trust him with her heart again.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in," Robin said softly, as she lifted her head up very slowly, and she watched the door open, revealing Patrick. "Hi Patrick, what can I do you for?"

Patrick pulled his hand behind his back, holding a paper bag in his hand. "I thought we could have a late lunch together if you don't mind taking a break?"

Robin blushed, realizing she hadn't ate anything, except for a bagel this morning. She put her pen down on her desk and watched him pull a chair next to her.

"What you get?" Robin asked, as she turned her chair towards him, feeling her belly growl a little bit.

"Someone's hungry," Patrick chuckled, as he pulled out a bowl, and handed her a fork. "I made us some chicken macaroni. Is that okay with you?"

Robin grabbed a piece with her fork and took a bite, moaning to the delicious taste. "It's very delicious. Thank you for this, Patrick."

Patrick chuckled after he took a bite of a piece of chicken inside of his mouth. "Your welcome… so how are you feeling? Are you and the baby okay?"

"Besides tired and going to the bathroom constantly, I guess you could say I am okay," Robin told him, as she took another bite. "Thank you for bringing me some lunch. You know you didn't have to do this. I could have went to the cafeteria and got my own food or something."

"Knowing you, you probably would have skipped out on a meal, continuing your work," Patrick said with a shake of his head, looking into her chocolate brown eyes when she took a bite. "You really need to keep up your appetite. You're eating for two now, Robin."

"Damnit, why did I agree to you being here for me?" Robin asked with a roll of her eyes.

Patrick knew she hadn't meant for that to hurt him but it did. Forcing a smile, he simply nodded. He just wished that there was something he could do or say to Robin to make her realize that he was in this for the long hall. He licked across his bottom lip, as he watched her take a couple more bites, and then placed her fork into the bowl in front of them.

"You're done?" Patrick asked with a ridiculous look upon his face, taking another bite of his food. "You know you need to eat more than this, Robin."

"I don't want to eat too much, especially since it's not going to settle in my belly very long," Robin said, shaking her head, as she looked over at him. "Shouldn't you be working or something?"

Patrick placed his hand on her flat stomach over her scrub top, rubbing it softly. He then sighed when she swatted his hand away but he placed his hand firmly over her belly, applying little pressure.

"You cannot keep pushing me away like you keep on doing, Robin. This is our baby, and like I said earlier, I am willing to take every step of the way of baby Scorpio-Drake."

Robin sighed, as she nodded her head. "I know that. Can you blame me that I am scared that you will run off like you did last time when something gets hard or tough?"

"No," Patrick said, as he stood up to his feet, and then pulled Robin up to her feet. "I want to take you somewhere. I need to show you something."

"What do you mean… you need to show me something?" Robin asked, taking a step back, as she placed her hands upon her hips.

"Do you trust me, Robin? Just come back to my apartment, so I can---"

"I am not having sex with you!" Robin said, looking over at him like he was crazy.

"I wasn't asking you that," Patrick said with a sigh. "The surprise is at my place, Robin. Can you spare a few minutes before you go home and come with me to my apartment when you're ready to go home? I promise it isn't anything bad. It's one of my favorite things, actually."

"I don't even know why I am even saying yes to this… but fine."

Patrick grinned like a little boy, who was getting chocolate for the very first time.

"Great, I get off in a couple of hours. I will meet you back here at the end of your shift," Patrick tells her, as he walks out of her office to attend to a patient.

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Robin was sitting on Patrick's and her "couch" in his apartment, as she watched him in the corner, looking through a box. She wasn't even sure why she was even here, as she couldn't help but to be terrified what could be this surprise that he wanted to show her.

So many thoughts rummaged through her head, as she continued to watch Patrick pull out items, and she was in awe to the many blankets he was pulling out, including a couple of old pillows as well. She played with the locket that her Uncle Mac had given her the other day. The locket had a baby picture of her in it.

"Found it!" Patrick exclaimed, as he looked over at Robin, who lifted her head up.

"What did you find?" Robin asked, as she watched him sit down next to her, and then place a box in her lap, which was very light. "What is this?"

Patrick laughed, as he looked at her. "If you go ahead and open it, you will find out. My father brought it over here the other day and I think you might like it."

Robin knew that it was very important to him, especially with the way he stared at the box. Whatever it was that was inside the box, she knew it was something important that he was willing to give up to her. A blush came over her face when she opened it. She pulled the content and gasped when it fell into her lap. She looked at the dark blue baby blanket in her lap, which had 'Drake' embroidered in silver stitching.

"Oh my…" Robin gasped in amazement, as she looks up at Patrick with teary, wet eyes. "Are you giving me your baby blanket, Patrick?"

Patrick grinned, as he looked into her eyes, and he simply nodded his head in Robin's direction. He just hoped that she would give their son or daughter his baby blanket.

"You… are going to keep it, right?"

Robin traced the silver embroidery with her fingers and she flashed him a shy smile upon her beautiful face.

"Yes. Thank you very much."

Robin was still amazed to the gift he had given to her and she let a happy smile leave her lips, feeling like she was on cloud nine. To most people, it wouldn't seen like anything, but she was really touched by the thought of him giving their son his baby blanket.

It was just then that she realized that Patrick was in this for the long haul.