"I am so tired of having my blood taken," Robin complained dryly as Kelly pushed her back toward her room. Her roommate and close friend had stayed by her side faithfully for the past two hours while she was pricked, poked and prodded through a series of tests. Her arm was sore from the needles, putting her in an undeniably bad mood.

"Well, that's over now," Kelly reminded her cheerfully, earning her a look of distain from the petite brunette. "The lab should have your results back by this evening, so don't worry. I'm sure that everything is going to come out fine, and you will be able to go home in no time."

"I'm sorry I am such a pain sometimes," Robin replied, raking her fingers through her long hair. "I shouldn't complain. Everyone has been so great to me, especially Patrick. Mac and the girls have been by my side every minute that he's not. I'm lucky that I'm not going through this alone."

"Hey, don't forget us," her friend cried. "Lainey and I have been here constantly, making you laugh against your will."

"Trust me, I can't forget you too," she smiled in return. "Noah threatened to kill you both if I laugh too hard and pull out my stitches."

Kelly laughed lightly, her dark eyes glittering beneath the fluorescent light just outside Robin's new home away from home. "What can I say? We just have that effect on people," she mused. "Besides, I think you have the right to feel a little sorry for yourself. You were shot in the stomach and had impromptu surgery by two people who aren't exactly qualified. You nearly died."

"I know, I remember it vividly," Robin said. "Look, I just want to go in there and take a nap. I know that I am being less than cheerful, so maybe a little sleep will put me in a better mood."

"And how is today any different than usual?" Patrick taunted as he came out of her room, a mischievous grin pasted on his handsome face. "You're the most cynical person I know, not exactly Miss Sunshine."

"I never pretended to be anything I'm not," she smiled as he dipped to greet her with a kiss. Kelly winked over Patrick's shoulder and headed off to finish her rounds. Once they were alone, Patrick reached his hand through the door and flipped off the light. "What's going on?"

Cocking his head, he shrugged absently. "Close your eyes," he ordered, taking his place behind her wheelchair. Obliging his request, she squeezed them shut as he guided her into the room. Robin could hear soft music begin to play as he stopped her chair. "Now, open them."

Slowly, she opened her eyes and took in the room. Positioned in the middle of the cozy space, she craned her body so that she could see every last inch of it. Candles lined the window sill, furniture and nearly every other surface, all lit to bring the perfect romantic glow. Where there weren't candles, Patrick had filled the room with flowers. Red roses, white lilies, pink tulips and purple lilacs all mixed together to leave a sweet aroma in the air. He had changed the sheets on her bed from the standard issue white ones from the hospital to dark crimson satin sheets. Everything was absolutely perfect.

"Oh, Patrick!" she sighed inaudibly, her hand flying to cover her mouth. As a romantic classical tune poured from the stereo, he reached down and took her hand. "You did this for me?"

He shook his head. "I did this for us," he told her. "And now, I want you to dance with me."

"I can't dance," she reminded him. "I'm not even supposed to walk."

"Oh, but you can," he said, bringing the wheelchair over to the overstuffed recliner he had occupied for the majority of her hospital stay. Sitting down, he brought her chair to the edge of the furniture and then effortlessly lifted her so that she was on his lap. Placing one leg on either side of his body, he helped her to straddle his body. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he started to sway them slowly in time to the beat. "See, we're dancing."

"If someone walked in right now, it might look like we were doing something else," she teased, leaning her head on his shoulder contently. Bach floated in one ear and out the other as she sighed happily.

"Whatever do you mean, Mrs. Drake?" he asked innocently. Robin shrugged and kissed his bottom lip. "I can't believe I'm actually saying that to you. I still can't believe that you agreed to become my wife. After everything I've put you through, you're still in love with me. How did I ever manage to be that lucky?"

"You know how," she retorted breathily. "There is something else I want to talk to you about. Maybe it's something we should have talked about before got married, but I guess it's kind of too late for that."

"Whatever it is, Rob, I promise that it's going to be fine."

"We've never really talked about kids, Patrick," she announced. "I'm assuming that you will eventually want to be a father. We've never really talked about our options."

"I know that that comes with the territory. We can adopt, find a surrogate parent. They're making medical advances every day. Mothers with HIV have been known to give birth to perfectly healthy children. Just because you have the virus does not necessarily mean that you will pass it along."

"I know the science, Patrick," Robin said. "I'm not asking what our options are; I'm asking which you one can see us choosing. I want us to have a family, to have a chance at being normal."

Patrick reached up and stroked her hair gently before resting his hands on the small of her back. "I want to be the father to your children. A year ago, I never would have even considered the fact that we would still be together, let alone be married. Yet, here we are, and I have never been happy. I will support you in whatever decision you make."

"I'd like us to consider doing this naturally. I know that it is going to take a lot of time, and we will have to full analyze the situation with the help of my doctors. Still, I want the baby to be ours. I want to carry the baby myself, to get to bond with my child without the help of a surrogate. And if we can't do it, then we can reconsider our options. What do you think?"

"I think you are the strongest, most amazing woman I have ever known," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her. "And I think that I can't wait until we can start trying to get pregnant."

Laughing softly, she tugged on the ends of his hair playfully. "Slow down, Quick Draw," she ribbed. "I'm pretty sure that extracurricular activities in the bedroom are strictly prohibited according to my surgeon. Now, if you want to go ask your father for permission to make love to me, go ahead."

"I hate you," he retorted playfully, sticking out his bottom lip in a false pout as the song came to an end.

"No, you don't," she insisted, her voice just above a whisper in his ear. "You love me."

"Yes, I do."

A loud knock at the door broke them out of their intimate reverie. Gazing at each other, Robin frowned before calling out permission for entrance. Kelly came in the room with Noah in turn. Her friend raised her eyebrow while Noah turned his head in shock. "Sorry, we didn't mean to interrupt," Kelly giggled.

Robin felt the scarlet creep up her neck as she readjusted herself in Patrick's lap. Quickly, she transferred herself back into the wheelchair and turned to them expectantly. "What is it? Did you hear back from the lab already?"

Noah nodded as Patrick stood up, concern moving between father and son. Patrick could tell that his father was dreading what he was about to say, and instantly, he was scared again. "Please, don't take her away from," he prayed silently. "I just found her, you can't have her yet."

"Robin, the bullet grazed deeper than we originally thought and hit against one of your ovaries."

"Wait, what does that mean?" Patrick asked, knowing the answer but not wanting to believe it.

"She may not be able to have children," Noah stated bluntly.

"Yes, I can," she said confidently, spreading her hands across her flat abdomen.

"You might be able to, honey," Kelly said. "We'll have to run another series of tests to find out for sure. Right now, we have no way of knowing how extensive the damage is."

"I know the medical protocol," Robin said nonchalantly, "but I don't need any tests. Patrick and I are going to have a child, and I will carry it myself. It doesn't matter what numbers you run or how often you take my blood, I'm certain of it."

"Sweetheart, maybe you shouldn't get ahead of yourself," Noah recommended. "There are a lot of unknowns in this equation. Just let us run these tests and we'll figure out what's what. There's no need to be upset before you have something to be upset about."

"I'm not upset actually," she remarked. "I'm actually quite confident. I know that I am going to be able to do this. I'm not in denial, which is what I'm sure you're all thinking. I just know what my heart is telling me. Besides, I have a secret weapon."

"And what's that?" Patrick asked.

"Stone," she smiled, looking up toward the ceiling. "We used to talk about having children in those last few weeks. He told me that he wanted that for me. I know that wherever he is, he is going to make sure that it happens. He is going to get together with your mom to pick out the most perfect child for us. We are going to be parents."

"Robin," Kelly started to warn her.

"Stop," Patrick responded. "Robin is right. If she takes these tests, it's going to be as a precaution for her health, not because she needs proof that we will be able to conceive. It might take a miracle for us to have a baby, but I know that we are going to do it. She's right, Dad. Mom is up there right now working her magic, just like she always has."

Noah looked at his son with visible pride. "You are so much like your mother sometimes that I forget," he said. "That is something she would have done, something she would have said."

"Look, we'll leave you two alone for a minute to talk this over," Kelly offered. "Just page me when you have decided what you want to do."

"Thanks," Robin said dismissively as Kelly and Noah left the room. Patrick sat back down in the chair and pulled Robin toward him. "Well, what do you think?"

"It's your body, I'll support whatever you want."

"I think I should have the tests to make sure that I'm not in any danger," she decided aloud. "Either way, I want you to support me in whatever I choose. You may not like the test result, but I want to be a mother, Patrick. It may seem like I'm putting my life at risk, but you just have to trust in this."

"I trust you," he promised. "That's all I need to know here. As long as we both believe in each other, I know that we can overcome anything. Science has nothing on our love."

"So, we're going to do this?" she asked excitedly, pulling on the collar of his shirt excitedly. "We're going to have a baby?"

"As soon as you are given a clean bill of health to try, we are going to make a baby."

"You have made every single one of my dreams come true," she said. "You broke down all my walls and became my best friend. You managed to convince me to fall in love again, and you made me your wife. And now, we're going to be parents. Just when I thought that I had all that I could ever want, you gave me everything."