Robin Scorpio and Patrick Drake have been best friends since the two were in diapers. Little did Patrick know, Robin had a crush on them since they entered middle school. Robin dated a couple of guys during high school and college like Stone, Jason, and Nikolas. Patrick never really understood why he became overprotective when she would have a boyfriend. Robin has returned back to Port Charles and Patrick begins spending all of his time with Robin. Leyla dumps him after becoming jealous. What happens between Robin and Patrick when Robin winds up pregnant after a drunken night?

Patrick's jaw hung low but then closed his mouth, thinking that maybe, just maybe he heard Robin say the words wrong. Maybe a friend was pregnant or something. He grabbed Robin's hand and led her outside the hospital, still in his scrubs and his doctor's coat.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Patrick asked, looking into her brown eyes.

"Patrick." Robin took a deep breath and she looked into his eyes. "This sure isn't easy for me to say, but truth be told, I'm pregnant."

"I… uh, wow. Who's the father?" Patrick asked, licking at his bottom lip. Just seeing that look in his eyes, he couldn't help but be worried.

Robin sighed, running a hand through her hair. Robin was a nervous wreck by being this close to him, especially with her being pregnant. Walking a little further so that they weren't blocking the entrance of the hospital, Robin looked down at her feet, playing with her fingers.

"Well, that night we got drunk, I guess the condom broke." Robin blushed, not being able to even face Patrick right now. They were best friends and she was terrified that he was going to hate her guts.

"Oh wow. How far along are you?" Patrick asked, moving closer to her. He was now standing in front of her. He gave Robin a gentle smile, pushing her chin up. The last thing he needed was for his best friend to be sad. He then saw the tears and a frown came over his face. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Robin sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. "I'm about eight weeks along, Patrick." Robin closed her eyes tightly and she then looked up into his eyes. "We're going to stop being friends because of me being pregnant? I mean, I know you don't want children, and here I am… ruining your life. I'm sorry, Patrick! I'm so, so, deeply sorry, Patrick."

"Hey, hey, hey now." Patrick pulled her into his arms, lifting her chin up. "We had a drunken night but I could never hate my best friend… pregnant or not. You should know that, Robin. You're my world." Patrick led her to an empty bench, helping her sit down, and then kneeling down on his knees in front of her.

"How? How did I get so lucky to have the most best friend in the world?" Robin asked to no one in particular, sniffling, wiping away the tears with the back of her sleeve. "I don't deserve you. You're too good to me."

Patrick chuckled, stroking her cheek gently. "I sometimes think that about you but I'm glad I have you in my life. Now, I want you to go home, get warm, and go to sleep. We're going to talk about this child that you're carrying, all right?"

Robin blushed and nodded. "All right. Since I will probably sleep in, call me after nine. If I don't get my sleep, Patrick, you know how tired I get."

Patrick nodded his head and rose to his feet. He then grabbed Robin's hands, helping her to her feet, flashing her that famous, dimpled smile of his. When he saw that blush in Robin's cheeks, he just kissed the top of her head.

"Go on, Robin. Get some sleep."

Robin saluted him with a grin. "Yes Sir."

Patrick just laughed, walking back into the hospital where Robin walked home with a smile on his face. If anyone would had seen them together, someone would have gotten the wrong idea, thinking they were boyfriend and girlfriend or even married.

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The next morning, after her morning sickness, Robin was in a much brighter mood. If anyone saw the look on her face, someone would had thought she won the lottery, or something along the lines like that. Robin was just happy that Patrick wasn't upset at her. As she flipped the pancake on the pan with the spatula, she rested a hand on her stomach, rubbing it gently.

"Little One, I hope you let me eat this food this morning." Robin grinned, shaking her head when she saw Patrick enter her apartment in the corner of her eye. "And I think I need to take away that key from you. I need my privacy, you know."

Patrick grinned over at Robin, sliding a hand on her shoulder when he approached her. "You know you couldn't do that if you tried. You need me too much, Dr. Scorpio, and besides, you love me."

Robin hit him with the spatula in his chest, giggling. "Yeah, yeah. I know I can count on you now to get me food when I need it."

Patrick rubbed his chest where she thrusted him with the spatula. "Damn woman, you are viscous. I think I will stay my distance now that you are armed and very, very dangerous."

Robin turned her head after she placed the last pancake on the plate with the other pancakes and gave Patrick a playful scowl. "You better watch out or you won't get any food. You wouldn't want that, now, would you?"

Patrick put a hand to his heart, gasping in her direction. "You would actually do that?"

After Robin plated the pancakes next to the biscuits, bacon, sausage, and eggs, she grinned up at him as she kissed his cheek when she stood up on her tippy toes. She smiled brightly when he pulled her chair out and she took a seat while he pushed her chair in. She then watched him sit down in the chair diagonally from hers.

"Thank you. It's such a shock you still haven't whisked any woman off of her feet. What gives, Patrick?" Robin grinned, flashing him a smile where she placed some food on her plate while Patrick did the same. "I mean, I know you're a good guy and any girl would be lucky to be with you."

Patrick flashed Robin a sheepish grin and he licked at his bottom lip, feeling a little nervous for some reason. "I don't really know. All the girls that I like are usually not into me, married or they have a boyfriend, they're gay, or I just haven't found the right one." He took a bite of one of his biscuits. "I mean, my own father said that the girl I could be with has been under my nose this whole time." He shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "I'm not sure what to believe anymore. What do you think, Robin?"

Robin flashed Patrick a grin, shrugging her shoulders, taking a bite of the pancakes on her plate. "You know I can't answer that for you. I don't know why you even bother asking me that question all the time."

"Hey, it never hurts." Patrick chuckled, poking his tongue out at her. "Never mind that, though. We have a lot to discuss about your pregnancy."

Robin was practically glowing ever since last night when she told Patrick that she was pregnant with his child and nothing could describe how happy and excited she was. As she looked at him, she simply nodded her head at him, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth.

"All right." Robin swallowed the piece of bacon. "Where do we start?"

"Well, I guess my first question is how are you feeling? I mean, you are absolutely glowing, Robin." Patrick flashed her a smile, pushing his plate aside, and then grabbing her hand.

Robin blushed sheepishly, and looked down at her empty plate, which had a little pieces of scraps of food upon her plate. The way that she was feeling right now was something she never thought she would ever feel. In all honesty, she thought that she would lose her best friend and do this pregnancy all by herself.

"Well, I get tired every now and then, but Kelly said that happens during the first trimester." She shrugged her shoulders lightly. "She said that I am in perfect condition. I really don't want to work part time at the hospital."

Patrick chuckled, rubbing her palm with his thumb affectionately. "Well, with me as the father of this baby, you won't work extra hard, Robin." He then leaned forward a little bit. "How many weeks are you?"

Robin's cheeks flushed. "About five weeks along, Patrick."

Patrick smiled, stroking her cheek with his hand, and his fingers ran through her hair. "Well, we're going to have to take wonderful care of you and this baby, aren't we?"

Robin blushed once again. Patrick was taking this pregnancy of hers so well and it was amazing. She truly had the most amazing best friend in the world. In all honesty, Robin didn't think he would ever be this happy, or calm, but she was happy that he wasn't lashing out at her, or even telling her to get rid of this child. Robin really didn't know what she would do if he would ever say those awful words.

"You're being way too nice to me about this, Patrick. Are you sure that you aren't mad at me for getting pregnant?" Robin asked, pulling her hand away suddenly, looking down at her food. "I remember you telling me a while back that you couldn't see yourself in a committed relationship, being married, or having children, and here I am. I'm pregnant with our firstborn child, Patrick. I never meant to hurt you or ruin your life. I… I always ruin your life."

Patrick frowned when he noticed a few tears of hers trickle down her cheeks. He moved his chair so that he was sitting next to her and he never let go of Robin's hand. He put her hand to his heart, letting her feel the thumping of his heart. "You haven't ruined my life, Robin. You could never do that. This has got to be your hormones kicking in, babe. I know I said I never wanted to be married or have children but I would never ever regret having this child. I mean, hell, this child already has a beautiful mother and I'm already handsome." He flashed her a cocky grin, which showed off his dimples.

Robin slapped his chest playfully, wiping away the wet tears from her face. "I'm sorry, Patrick. I just thought you would have lashed out at me for getting pregnant or for hiding this pregnancy from you. I didn't know you'd be so---"

"Reasonable. I know that you expected me to yell at you or something. You know I could yell at you. You're my best friend and we've been through some tough times. Yes, I am still in shock that you're pregnant, Robin. The thought of you carrying my child only terrifies me, actually." Patrick shrugged his shoulders, biting down on his lower lip. "I'm scared that I won't be a great father like my own father was."

Robin frowned at his words, stroking his chest lightly with her fingertips with one hand, and the other hand cupped his cheek. "What? How can you even think that, Patrick? I've seen the way you've treated those kids on the pediatrician floor, Patrick. You're wonderful."

Patrick furrowed his brows a little. "Robin, they're not my children, though. I'm good with other kids but what if I am horrible to our son or daughter? I wouldn't be able to live with myself, Robin. I know you'd be a wonderful mother but I just---"

"Would be the most greatest father I could ask for this baby." Robin then moved herself onto his lap, smiling up at him. "We can learn all of this baby drama together, Patrick. I need you more than ever."

Patrick placed a hand on her flat stomach through her thin camisole, offering her another grin. "Thank you so much, Robin."

"Thank you? What are you thanking me for, Patrick?"

"Thank you for giving me this wonderful gift." Patrick sighed against her neck, laying his head there, holding her close to him. "I am going to treat you like the princess that you are."

Robin shivered to his breath hitting her neck and simply buried her head against his chest. "You're the best friend any girl could ever ask for."

Patrick pulled back and lifted Robin's eyes to his. "And you're the best friend any guy could ever have." A questioning look came over his face as he looked around the kitchen.

Robin saw the look in his eyes and across his face, confusion washing quickly over her face. "Patrick, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

Patrick shook his head. "No, you didn't do anything wrong. With you being pregnant, you don't technically live close by to me. You're about thirty minutes from me, Robin. I'm just worried. What if something goes wrong and I'm not nearby?" Patrick asked with a frown cascading across his face.

Giving him a small smile, Robin hugged him close to her. "Patrick, I'll be okay. Don't worry."

"I can't help it, Robin. You're my girl and you're pregnant with our baby. I can't help but to worry." Patrick then thought for a second and a smile plagued across his features. "What if you move in my house, Robin? It's perfect and you know it."

"Patrick." Robin sighed, taking a deep breath. "I couldn't barge in, taking away your privacy. Besides, I don't think it would be a good idea. Us living together? People will get the wrong idea."

Patrick placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to his body. "I honestly don't give a care in the world what people think. All I care about is you being nearby, Robin, and you know I will be a worrywart wondering what you're doing and where you're at. I know you. I would be calling you at ever beck, Robin, and that would just drive you insanely crazy. Now, what do you say, Robin? Move in with me?"

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Patrick. We've never lived together. It could be a little strange, Patrick. I mean, don't you think so, Patrick?" Robin shrugged her shoulders with a sigh leaving her lips. "Are you sure that this is what you want?"

Patrick smiled, sliding his hands to her hips, loving how she was so cautious about the two of them moving in together. He guessed that was one of the things that he loved about her besides her always being there for him like he was for her.

Giving her a nod, he helped her off of his lap. "Yes Robin. Move in with me."

Patrick and her had always been together through everything from his mother dying to her dad supposedly dying and then coming back years later to the two of them enrolling at General Hospital together. The fact that she was pregnant, Robin wasn't even thinking of the possibilities of what could happen of them living together. All she was thinking about was for Patrick being there for her during every moment.

"All right, all right, Patrick. Are you happy?" Robin asked, plastering a fake pout on her face.

"I am very happy." Patrick placed a kiss on her cheek. "Now, go and sit in the living room while I clean this mess up, Dr. Scorpio?"

"You're my guest, Patrick."

"And you are pregnant. Do you really want to fight with me about this?" Patrick asked with a raised eyebrow. "I mean, really, Robin? I'm going to win, anyhow."

Robin shoved at his arm before she grabbed two pieces of bacon, eating them on her way out, her eyes twinkling, which made Patrick smile. He was so happy right now as he cleaned up the mess, dumping the food in the trashing, and loading up the dishwasher with the plates, utensils, pans, and their glasses.

Patrick couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with Robin ever since his friend, Pete, had put that image in his head. Pete had thought that Robin and him were together, and when he told Pete that Robin and him were friends, Pete just laughed at him. He didn't believe him that Robin and him were only friends, and he knew if Pete knew that Robin was pregnant or living with him, he'd only get the wrong idea. The last thing he needed was for Robin to feel uncomfortable.

If Robin did like him, or if he liked her, things would only get messy, or would they become better? Patrick ran a hand through his messy black hair, sighing, not even sure what he was doing anymore. All Patrick knew was that he wanted to make Robin feel like was at home. He wanted his home to become his, her, and their baby's home. His face flushed to the thoughts running through his head.

If Robin and him were not friends, he could only imagine at the possibilities of the two of them bickering and fighting. They already did but they would be fighting over the stupidest stuff. He couldn't help but wonder what his father would be like or even how his single life would turn out like. Would his father be happy? Would Patrick be married or would be still be lonely crypt that Robin called him every now and then?

"Patrick!" Robin groaned, rubbing her stomach, looking towards the kitchen. "I know you're being nice and all but what the hell are you doing? It does NOT take this long to clean the kitchen. Should I do it?"

All Patrick could do was to laugh at her choice of her worlds. "You move and you're a dead woman, Robin."

"What are you going to do?" Robin called out, leaning sideways against the couch, shaking her head when she saw his head peeking out. "What?" You scared now?"

Patrick approached her where a grin was pasted across his face, sliding on the floor in front of the couch she was sitting in, and then pulling her into his lap where a giggle left her lips.

"You, my pretty, sure got a mouth on you." Patrick ran his hand over her stomach, not being able to hide the evident grin on his face. "Eight weeks pregnant? How's your morning sickness?"

"It's much better, actually. Kelly gave me some prenatal vitamins and some other pills that should help me keep my food down." Robin leaned her head into his shoulder, loving the way his hand felt upon her flat stomach, smiling lightly. All she knew was she was nervous and excited at the first time.

"I'm glad. The last thing you need is keep on throwing up your food, Robin. I'd be worried all the time."

A sheepish grin came over face when she placed her hand on top of his that was on her stomach. She felt him intertwine their fingers together and she gave his hand a squeeze.

"When do you want me to move in, Patrick?" Robin asked out of curiosity, note being able to hide the smile from her face. "I mean, if it's possible, I wouldn't mind moving in with you right away… if that's okay with you, though, Patrick?"

Patrick chuckled, planting a kiss on Robin's forehead, nuzzling her face with his nose. "Robin, the sooner the better. I was thinking maybe I can get the guys to help me move your things tomorrow, especially with your father being in town."

At the mention of her father's name, Robin sighed, taking a deep breath. She still hadn't forgiven him when he faked his death to supposedly protect her mother and him. How could she forgive the man that had abandoned both her and her mother? She just couldn't see herself forgiving him anytime soon, and she knew how her father was, especially towards Patrick. He had thought that there was going on between the two doctors and he still thought to this day over three years that there was something going on. Robin and Patrick had even sat him down, along with Uncle Mac, but neither Scorpio believed them. They were just stubborn and she guessed that's where she got it.

"Robin," Patrick said as he took hold of her other hand. "I know you and you know very damn well that you need to talk to your father. Can't you forgive him? I mean, can't you forgive your father for this baby, Robin, and me?"

Seeing that dimpled smile, Robin sighed, punching his chest lightly, which made Patrick jump slightly. All she had ever wanted as a little girl besides having a best friend she could count on was to have both her parents there. Even though her uncle had practically taken care of her, she wished that her father could have came to her, or something. He could have sent a message to his brother. Anything… but he didn't.

"I don't know, Patrick. He lied to me for years about his death. How can I forgive a man like that?" Robin asked with a frown. "You're not taking his side, are you?"

Patrick held up his hands and he simply shook his head. "No, no, Robin. Will you listen to yourself? I just know that you would want your child to know this kid and I want him to know his grandchild. I just know that your father in your life."

Before Robin could say a word, she jumped a little in his lap when she felt her phone vibrating in her pockets. As she saw the caller ID, she sighed.

'Deadbeat Dad' blinked on her phone and she frowned.