It was the first warm day in over four months and Robin supposed that was why they had planned to have Morgan's party for this very day. Since his actually birthday fell on a school day, having the party the weekend before seemed the best any of them could do. Lucas and Dillon had apologized for not having Lance there, but she understood their need to take their son out of Port Charles for awhile. Even though Lance hadn't been targeted, his parents were way too cautious to wait for danger to strike.

Robin smiled down at her stomach. This was also the first morning she had woken up somewhere other than the bathroom. Her baby was as happy as she was to finally be off bed rest. She had thought for sure she would kill Patrick for making her stay in one spot, but she realized early on that he was just trying to take care of her. Obviously it had worked if the baby and the body weren't at war with each other. Just let me make it through the party, she said to herself. She would never forgive herself if she ruined her son's birthday.

She had talked Patrick into not only letting her decorate Morgan's cake but carry it to the table set in the middle of the park too. It was a two-layer yellow cake with chocolate frosting and his name spelled out in red and blue icing. The wind was slightly chilly but nothing to keep her inside. Still, they had to weigh the paper plates down with heavy objects to keep them from flying away. They had already lost a package of napkins.

Laura had taken it upon herself to decorate the remaining table, the one they had set aside for the gifts, with streamers and tape and balloons. Cruz stood near her looking like he might run out of oxygen if he had to blow up anymore balloons. Bobbie was crouched down next to the table where she had Majandra propped up in her car seat. Robin giggled when she noticed Bobbie making funny faces at her daughter. Cameron, Morgan, and Kristina were playing tag around the playground; Uncle Mac and Alexis had yet to take their eyes off them. Luke and Lucky were hooking up the stereo for what Elizabeth had promised were kid-friendly tunes.

Out of all of them, Elizabeth definitely stood out. She was absolutely magnificent in her soft-as-silk dandelion-white dress. The sleeves were all fluff and lace. She wore what she had referred to as her "only remaining comfortable pair" of black flats. Pregnancy certainly agreed with her. When they thought Robin wasn't looking, Elizabeth and Lucky would sneak glances at each other.

Patrick returned from the car with another load of presents and Mike Corbin. The old man had reappeared after the children were returned, literally within a few days, and Robin couldn't have been happier. Morgan needed a lot of people in his life, and besides Michael Mike was the only link he had to his father. Robin blinked away a few tears at the realization that Sonny was gone. His death had hit her far worse than she had thought it would, far worse than any death since Stone's. It had been so random, so sudden, and she still wasn't convinced he hadn't been murdered. Alexis didn't exactly share her view and, really, even if she had, she was no longer acting D.A.

"Hey. Hey. No crying at birthday parties." Elizabeth shook her finger in Robin's direction as she approached her friend. "I think that's a law or something."

"Sorry." Robin sniffed brushing her knuckles under her eyes to collect each tear. "You're right." She busied herself with rearranging the cake to make sure that it was even with the edge of the table.

"I'm always right. When will you all learn to recognize?" Elizabeth laughed as she sat down on the bench. Walking just a few feet was getting tiring right now and she still had two months to go. At this rate she was going to take over her grandmother's wheelchair in a few days. Noticing her friend's fussing with the cake, she reached out to grab Robin's hand. "Stop. Everything is fine."

"I know. I'm just keeping my hands busy. I wish I could go play with the kids." Robin admitted quietly.

"Still haven't told anyone yet?"

"How can I?"

"I know sweetie. Well I don't know but I can guess. That being said I will say you can't put this off forever. You are going to go through with this and your family needs to know."

"I keep worrying they'll look at me and figure it out. It's not like we want to keep this from them."

"Robin, babe. I love you, but if you don't say something eventually, they will be able to look at you and figure it out." Elizabeth gestured to her own protruding stomach. "I hear b-a-b-i-e-s have this annoying way of growing."

"The doctor asked us if we wanted to know the sex during my last appointment, but I want to be surprised."

"And Patrick agreed to this?"

"After four solid weeks of bed rest he wasn't brave enough to argue." Robin giggled.

"Four solid weeks of bed rest and I wouldn't be brave enough to argue with you."

Robin shook her head, forcing herself to leave the rest of this conversation for a time when they weren't surrounded by unsuspecting family members. "I can't believe he's turning seven. What's next? Him wanting to drive? Sneaking out bedroom windows to meet with a girl? Oh my God, how am I going to survive his teenage years?"

"Number one: No lessons from Patrick. Number two: I've become a big fan of the nail the window shut method."

"Maybe I'll take up gardening and put some nice cacti under his window." Robin mused.

"Oh that is twisted and devious. I knew I liked you for a reason."

"It's hard to imagine the kids getting that old, isn't it? Cameron already looks just like Lucky so you know we're going to be beating girls off him well before middle school."

"Boys still have cooties until middle school. There's a window until at least fifth grade."

"That's some relief I guess. Morgan's never been the big brother so I'm kind of worried about what he'll convince this little one to do."

"If the way he and Lance treat Cameron is anything to go by, overall he'll be fine but I would make sure your medical coverage is up-to-date at all times."

"I'm telling you, she said Daddy." Cruz insisted as he and his friends crowded around his daughter's car seat.

"And I'm saying it's gas." Lucky stuck to his guns as he reached down and tickled Majandra's chin.

"Thank God she got the Spencer traits." Patrick teased.

"Amen to that." Lucky chimed in.

"And just what is that supposed to mean? I happen to be one handsome man." Cruz defended lifting his chin in importance.

"I'm sure Aunt Bobbie tells you that everyday, but she's a better liar than either of us." Patrick explained.

"She's way better than you that's for sure." Lucky pointed out.

"What's that motor mouth?" Patrick retorted with a grin.

"I'm just saying we suspected him of hiding something for months. Aunt Bobbie?"

"Don't listen to them," Cruz leaned down to speak to his daughter. "The sooner you learn they are crazy the better off you'll be."

"Have you warned her about Uncle Luke yet?" Patrick wanted to know.

"Yeah. If you are going to start with crazy, start with the stop." Lucky pointed out.

Majandra stuffed her little hands into her mouth and slobbered all over her fingers in response. "She doesn't seem that worried." Bobbie noticed glancing over her husband's shoulder.

"She's young. Give her time." Lucky shrugged.

Patrick lifted his nose into the air and his friends could swear his ears twitched. "I think it might be time for cake." He murmured stepping toward the table in a dream-like state.

"And just where do you think you're going?" Robin asked from behind him.

Patrick turned slowly to face her. "Nowhere." He lied, sneaking glances at the cake.

"Patrick Drake, you take one more step toward that table and you won't get any cake." Robin warned planting her hands on her hips.

He frowned. "I was just going to..." His voice trailed off.

"You were just going to blow up some more balloons?" Robin finished for him.

"Yes. I was just going to take care of the balloons." Patrick nodded closing the space between them.

"You're not going to butter me up." Robin assured him.

"I think you underestimate me." Patrick slowly slid his arms around her waist pulling her back into his chest.

"That's because she's smart." Lucky chimed in, patting Patrick on his shoulder on his way to the swings to check on the kids.

"Hey!" Patrick snapped indignantly.

"Do you ever get used to having them out in the open after they've been targeted?" Alexis nudged Laura with her shoulder.

"Never." Laura responded honestly. "But unfortunately children have a way of forcing acceptance on you."

"I almost called Robin to tell her we wouldn't be coming." Alexis whispered.

"Let me guess. Kristina insisted?"

"Not only that, but she was on the phone with Morgan. I couldn't tell both of them no."

"I remember. The first party Lucky wanted to go to after we got him back..." Laura shuddered at the memory. "I was all set to tell him no and then he did puppy dog eyes on me."

"Even if it hadn't been for my health, I think I still would have taken a vacation from work. We spent more time together now, but I know if I hadn't brought her here today I would have been sheltering her for no reason." Wisely, neither of them mentioned that at least two of the kidnappers were still free and clear to do whatever they wanted to do.

"It's a normal reaction. I'm still trying not to call every three seconds to make sure Lulu really is doing nothing more than sitting at Lucky's house, helping Audrey Hardy."

"I was surprised to hear that Maxie wasn't able to come. She hasn't left Kristina's side since she's been back home. Of course, you can't control work sometimes." Alexis reasoned.

"If only we could control everything."

"Mac thinks I'm being irrational. He doesn't understand. He's not a mother."

Laura nodded in understanding. "Luke accuses me of sheltering the children when I tell them to put their seatbelts on."

"I don't know how to get over it. I let her go to school, but I sit in the parking lot and watch her to make sure...just to make sure."

"I did the same thing when we got Lucky back. If PCU wasn't so huge, I would do the same thing for Lulu."

"Presents! Presents! Presents!" Morgan chanted on his way over to the adults. "Presents! Presents! Presents!"

"Well at least someone sounds back to normal." Laura laughed.

"I wonder who snuck him some sugar." Alexis smirked.

"Lucky or Cruz. Whichever one was trying to get back at Patrick about something."

"It's hard enough to keep up with my stepdaughter's drama. I can't be focusing on those boys." Alexis rolled her eyes.

"The sad thing is two of them are fathers. They should know better."