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Robin shifted uncomfortably where she sat on the plane. For some reason the children were taking extra care to kick her. Robin put a hand on her stomach rubbing it gently in the hopes that it would calm her children. No such luck it seemed to encourage them more then anything. Robin let out a soft gasp when one of them kicked her in the ribs.
"Are you okay, Robin?" Patrick asked looking at his girlfriend.
"Yeah." She answered not wanting to worry him.
"We're having some slight difficulties." The pilot's voice said over the intercom before Patrick could question her further. "But it's nothing to worry about; however we are heading into some turbulence due to a storm, which we are going to fly above. We should arrive in Port Charles only moderately behind schedule but I must request that you fasten your seatbelts." The pilot finished. Robin sighed; she just wanted to go home and lie down for awhile tacking time on to the already three hours or so long flight was not something she was interested in. Robin frowned when she felt the muscles in her abdomen tighten, she gasped slightly, what was going on. At this point she was guessing she should say something to Patrick. She had a pretty good idea of what was going on and she was pretty sure that Patrick was going to freak out when she told him. Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt her water break.
"Oww." She said softly when a contraction hit.
"Robin?" Patrick asked narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously. Robin shook her head at him waiting for the contraction to pass.
"Patrick, don't freak out okay?"
"Why, would I freak out Robin?" He asked.
"Um…because Imayhavegoneintolabor."
"What…?" Patrick asked.
"Didn't you here her she said she may have gone into labor." Brenda said turning the page in her magazine. Then her head shot up as she realized what Robin had said.
"You're in labor?" Patrick clarified.
"It would appear so." Robin said as she glanced at her watch waiting for the next contraction to hit.
"Only you. Only you could end up in this situation." Patrick ranted his voice borderline hysterical.
"Don't you think we should see if the pilot can take us down in the nearest town?" Brenda asked.
"Yes. Good. Do that." Patrick said his words jumbled. Brenda shook her head at him and gave her friend an encouraging smile; reaching for the phone to talk to the pilot.
"Excuse me, this is Brenda Barrett, and my friend has gone into labor, is there anyway you can take the plane down?" She asked.
"I'm sorry Miss Barrett but I can't fly through the storm below us to land however by the time we reach New York it will have cleared up and we will be able to land. I'll phone for an ambulance to meet us there."
"Their might be a bit of a problem." Brenda said as she hung up the phone.
"…" Patrick and Robin waited for her to continue.
"We can't land. But he says he'll have an ambulance waiting." Brenda explained.
"I never should have let you leave the house." Patrick muttered.
"Do me a favor, Patrick, shut up." Robin ground out through clenched teeth grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "I am not having these kids on an airplane."
"You are kind of in labor on a plane, Robin." Brenda commented.
"I don't care."
"This is why pregnant women are not allowed to fly this late in their pregnancy! The only reason you got away with it is that you were on a private plane."
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Robin asked her jaw clenched.
"You did." Brenda confirmed.
One hour later…
Robin was currently fighting a very strong urge to kill Patrick, strangulation being her current preferred method of killing him; it had several things going for it: A. It was painful; B. it was fairly slow, C. did she mention it was painful? D. He deserved it and finally E. It would be painful.
Patrick was currently trying to figure out how he could conduct surgery on a brain aneurysm with the one good hand he still had. Although considering the fact that Robin had just announced the fact that she intended to kill him he wasn't sure whether it mattered.
"Brenda?" Robin asked in a voice that was struggling to remain calm.
"Yeah?"
"Get on the phone with freaking pilot and tell him to land the freaking plane."
"Okay." Brenda said placating her friend even though she knew the pilot would not and could not land the plane. "This is Brenda again, is there any possible way you can land the plane?"
"I'm afraid not Miss Barrett, however we should be landing in roughly an hour and a half or so."
"Thanks." Brenda said hanging up the phone. "He says we should land in about an hour and a half."
"In an hour and a half I could have the kids."
"Actually that's doubtful." Patrick said. "You're only at about one and a half centimeters now and you've been in labor for like two hours so your pretty much going to have a slow labor based on my limited knowledge from listening to Kelly complain about how long it takes people to have a kid when you lived with her."
"This is your fault."
"How is this my fault? It takes two people to have a kid, and therefore you helped bring this on yourself only half of it can be my fault."
"I thought you would feel that way and I have the following argument prepared. When a woman gets pregnant she brings the pain on herself, that part of what you said is true, however when a man gets said woman pregnant he is causing pain for someone else and not himself, he only gets the fun part when the kid is born, so therefore it is all your fault."
"Even if that made sense which it doesn't, you would have admitted that half of it is your fault." Patrick argued only to be hit on the back of the head by Brenda. "Oww. What was that for?"
"Never argue with a woman in labor." Brenda replied. Robin stuck her tongue out at Patrick.
"Robin stuck her tongue out at me."
"So…?" Brenda asked.
"Ha-ha."
"Now she's laughing."
"Didn't we go over it you are the root of all evil and therefore she can laugh at you if she wants too."
A/N I'm so mean to Patrick. Lol. Review please!
