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?

Hey everyone, it's me again. This chapter is a little bit longer than the others because I have included a couple of scenes that I wrote before in previous chapters. Anyway, I really do hope that you guys will really enjoy this chapter. As you can tell, I don't really like angst, but I do put it in a couple of my stories as well – not so much.

Important: So, I am just letting everyone know that either next week or towards the end of this month, I am moving. So, if you don't hear from me for a couple of days, I am just getting settled. My mom, brother, and me are moving back in with my dad because my Mom needs financially help. My Dad's really nice for helping us out by letting us stay. The plus side is I get to see my sisters.

-15-

He knew what he had done was probably the most stupid thing he has had ever done, but after hearing Robin's words, he knew he had to leave. Patrick was only trying to do the right thing, especially when he was absolutely driving Robin crazy with all of this baby talk. All he wanted was to make her stress free and he was only going to be gone for a few days. It wasn't like she even missed him. No one knew where he was and he was thankful.

Affinia Manhattan had always been his favorite hotel ever since he became a doctor when he started at Mercy Hospital. It had been like a sanctuary to him when he was stressed out over his father's drinking problem or anything else.

He had never brought any woman here because he knew that they would come looking for him here and that would be the last thing he wanted.

Patrick Drake was so mad at himself. He hadn't talked to Robin in almost twenty-four hours and he was going out of his mind. All he was doing was trying to give the mother of their child some space. After all, from what he had heard her say, all he would talk about was her pregnancy or the baby that was growing inside of her. He just didn't know what to say or even do ever since he had told her he wanted a role in their child's life.

Robin didn't even want to be with him, anyway, so why would she even care where he was? He hadn't even received a phone call from Robin. Liz, Lainey, Leo, Kelly, Andy, and his father had called him, but Robin hadn't called him at all. He sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair again and he groaned when there was a knock at the door.

"Who the hell could that be?" Patrick asked out loud, as he walked over to the door, and he pulled it open to reveal a very teary-eyed Robin. "What are you doing here, Robin? I mean, shouldn't you be in Port Charles right now?"

Robin glared at him, as she pushed herself into the hotel room where she sat down on the couch when she watched Patrick shut the door behind him.

"How could you just leave me, Patrick? You really – don't want this child, do you?" Robin asked, as she crossed her arms over her chest, and she leaned back against the couch. "When I found out that you lied to Jason about going to some convention after I talked to Dr. Ford, I realized you don't want any part of this baby. You're a liar!"

"Robin, come on, let me –"

"Explain? I don't think so," Robin growled out stubbornly, as tears filled her eyes, and a sigh left her lips. "I really thought you wanted this baby, but instead of you talking to me, you ran out on me. How could you even do this to me? I really thought I, or at least, this baby meant something to you."

"And you do," Patrick sighed, as he locked the door behind him, and then moved over to her, taking a seat on the couch next to her. "Both of you do and you should know that by now. I freaked out when I overheard Elizabeth and you talking, Robin. I never knew that I was driving you insane with my baby talk and I was so upset that you told Elizabeth about this instead of me, Robin. It's really not fair that you did this to even begin with. We're in this together or that's what I thought."

Robin sighed, knowing that she was the wrong person in how this started. If she had talked to him, Patrick most likely wouldn't have left Port Charles.

"I – I'm so sorry, Patrick. This is all of my fault and –"

"What? No, it's not your fault," Patrick said with a sigh, engulfing her in his strong arms, and he looked down into her eyes. "I just wish that you would have come to me before Liz. I honestly had no idea that I was driving you crazy, Robin. You should know that you can talk to me about anything."

Robin sighed, as she rested her head on his shoulder, tears pooling inside of her eyes. "I know that but I didn't even know how to bring it up. You were so happy and excited talking about this child, Patrick, and the last thing I want is to drive you away."

"You wouldn't have," Patrick explained, as he pushed her head off of his shoulder, and a defeated sigh left his lips at her words. "The thing is I am very terrified of failing our son, Robin. I want to be there for him the way that my father couldn't be or chose not to be."

"You know – you're a better man than him, Patrick, and you should know that," Robin explained, as she pushed his chin up, and she kissed his temple. "I am thankful that the father of my baby is an amazing man. I mean, you're successful, brilliant, and you're so amazing to me."

"The only thing I want is for you to be completely honest with me," Patrick explained, as he looked into her brown eyes, the eyes he had fallen in love with before they had broken up, but then again, he was still very much in love with her.

Robin sighed, as she nodded her head, and she ran a hand over the back of her neck. She had been so worried about Patrick all night that she barely gotten any sleep the night before. Yawning softly, she sighed tiredly.

"Well, I should get going back to Port Charles," Robin said, as she began to stand up, but she felt Patrick's arms wrap around her waist, and then felt him pull her into his lap.

"No way," Patrick said, as he placed his right hand upon her belly, and began to rub it in circular motions. "I can tell that you are exhausted and I suggest that you get some sleep. I will even sleep on the couch if it makes you uncomfortable. You can sleep in one of my shirts."

"Are you sure?" Robin asked, as another yawn left from her lips, and she rubbed her eyes tiredly. "And you can sleep in the bed with me."

"Yes, come on," Patrick said, as he was so relieved that she said that they could sleep in the same bed.

After all, the couch wasn't really that comfortable, either. As he stood up, he lifted Robin into his arms, and he walked them down the hall of the hotel room, and then kicked the door open with his foot. He set her on the bed and he moved to the end of the bed. Kneeling down, Patrick pulled out a dark blue button-down shirt, and he tossed it to her.

"You can change here. I am going to change in the bathroom," Patrick said, as he pulled out a pair of sweat pants and a plain, white T-shirt, and then walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Robin looked at the door and then proceeded to put on the shirt when she realized it was the shirt he had worn to work when they had that interesting conversation.

"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 I 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 behind.

The more she thought about that day, things had really changed for the two. They weren't even as playful like they used to be. He had been very kinky that day and she sighed heavily to how drastic things had changed for the two of them in and out of work.

She placed her shirt and pants down in the chair beside the bed. She then thought back to when she had been a little cold to Patrick when she hadn't even meant to be. It had been a really long day of working on a new drug she was trying to create.

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 from 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 eaten 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 did 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 he had 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.

Tears sprung to her eyes, as she thought about how cruel she had been to Patrick that day. She normally wasn't that cruel or even that messed up but she was just going through her hormones that day that she didn't even care what she did or said to him or anyone for that matter.

"Robin, are you okay?" Patrick asked concerned, as he rushed over to her side, and he wiped away the tears from her eyes with the thumbs from both of his hands. "You aren't hurt, are you?"

"No, no, but I am SO sorry," Robin frowned, as she looked up into his brown eyes with her glassy, wet eyes, which were filling with tears right now.

"Robin, I said it was okay," Patrick said, as he moved to sit in front of her, noticing the tears becoming more and more wet in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"That day you brought me some chicken… macaroni… I was… so horrible," Robin frowned, as she touched his cheek softly. "I don't even know how you can stand me when I say things like that."

Patrick smiled, as he took hold of her hands into his, and he kissed along her fingertips. "Don't be apologizing because I know you didn't mean it, Robin. I had run off every guy you wanted to be a donor for your baby and I told you I couldn't see you as the mother of my future children. I deserved it."

"No! You didn't deserve those cruel words I said to you," Robin sighed, as she placed her hands firmly into his hands, and she looked up into his eyes. "You really are an amazing man. This little boy is going to be lucky to have you as his father and he's going to get the best parts of his father, Patrick."

"Thank you, Robin. I would really like that," Patrick said with a smile, as a thought rummaged through his head. 'I am just a man that loves you, Robin.'