Since The Internet Didn't Implode....

"And just what do you think you're doing?" Robin asked, smiling. She pulled the covers up to her chin and let her eyes follow Patrick's every move as he crossed the room.

"Me?" Patrick whispered innocently. "Nothing. Nothing." As he drew closer to the bed, he watched her eyes narrow playfully.

"You know you're not supposed to be here." Robin informed him.

"I know." Patrick replied. "You're absolutely right. Did I mention I rarely follow the rules?"

"It's bad luck." Robin cautioned, leaning back so that he was looming over her. "You're supposed to be with Lucky and Cruz."

"I'd rather be here with you." Patrick told her. "You're a hell of a lot more fun to be around."

"Is that right?"

"There are far more possibilities."

"Are there? Well, what is it you can do with me that you can't do with your best friends?" She could feel his breath on her lips and watched as he braced his hands on the mattress enveloping her though he had not yet touched her.

"You want me to stay." He insisted raggedly against her ear.

"But I need my beauty sleep." Robin halfheartedly argued.

"No you don't. You're perfect." Patrick yanked the blankets away, his gaze making Robin's breath catch.

"Now how can I believe that when I know you're only here for one thing?" Robin challenged as her arms looped around his neck.

"You want me to prove it to you?" Patrick assumed and Robin nodded. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to her neck.

"If I'm to make an informed decision, yes." Robin managed weakly.

He looped his fingers around one jade strap of her nightgown and drew the thin piece of silk down her arm, his lips following its descent. While he feasted on her skin, his hands found the edge of her nightgown and she moaned helplessly beneath the pressure of his knowledgeable fingers. Her left hand slid down his back; her right pulled impatiently at his t-shirt. "I don't know how I'm going to do it."

"What?" She croaked.

"I don't know how I'm going to get through an entire ceremony without ravishing you in front of everyone." He explained, his thumb unerringly finding her nipple.

"If you want that honeymoon, you'll be good." Robin instructed, sighing at the feel of his warm skin under her fingertips.

"But I don't want to be good." Patrick assured her.

"You smell good." Robin mumbled distractedly.

"You do too." Patrick slid up her body and kissed her hungrily. "But you taste even better."

"Patrick, are you marrying me for my body?" Robin laughed.

"Yes. I think there are other reasons too, but they escape me at the moment."

"You don't think I'm fat?"

Patrick caught the uncertainty in her voice. "Not at all. There's not a thing about your body I would change."

"Would you love me even if I weren't pretty?"

"Uh huh. Would you love me if I lost all my hair?"

"Yes. I would rub your head for good luck."

"Come here. I think you need a good rubdown." Patrick decided, sweeping the nightgown over her head.

"You say such nice things."

*****

"Wakey wakey." Elizabeth teased her best friend in a sing song voice. "Someone is getting married today."

"Tired." Robin whined, swatted Elizabeth's hand away from shoulder.

"That's what you get when your fiancé sneaks over in the middle of the night."
"That's not my fault. I did tell him to go away." Robin countered.

"Sure you did." Elizabeth laughed as she continued to nudge Robin's shoulder. "Come on. You got to get up. Your mother made a schedule and I'm not going to be the one to tell her it's not being followed. She's a little scary."

"She's not scary. Why is everyone afraid of my mother?" Robin could remember just a few days ago when her mother had come to stay and help them with the twins. By the end of the week, she had them whipped into shape and Patrick hiding in their room.

"I think it has something to do with the gun and her ease at suggesting its use."

"She isn't carrying a gun. What? She's not."

"Maybe not but she sure likes to convince everyone she is. Now get up. It's your wedding day and we cannot have the boys outshine us."

"You're right." Robin slowly sat up. "What's first?"

"Breakfast?"

"Sounds good. I have stuff to make French toast. I mean, they aren't as great as Patrick's French toast. Honestly, I don't know what he does, but it just comes out tasting better than mine."

"Well we'll just have to compare them to mine because you are not making them." Elizabeth declared as she stood up and started towards the door.

"Where's Morgan?" Robin wondered following Elizabeth downstairs.

"He's upstairs still sleeping." Elizabeth nodded. "I figured he would wake up as soon as he smelled food."

"You know him well." Robin agreed. "I would kill for coffee right now." She stroked her stomach lovingly. "Do Mommy a favor and don't make an early appearance okay?"

"Yes let's not turn this into a soap opera sweeps event." Elizabeth teased as she began to assemble the necessary ingredients to make French toast. She had her own engagement ring tucked safely under her shirt on a chain. As much as she wanted to tell Robin the news, today was about Robin and Patrick and no one else.

"How was your trip?"

"It was great. Wonderful. Best trip I've ever had. What about you? The twins didn't act up too much did they?"

"No. They tried to tag-team us, but we got the hang of it I think. Just so you know, next time we watch them, you're staying in sight at all times, got it?"

"See I told you I would have neurotic children." Elizabeth shook her finger in Robin's direction. "I sent the secret weapon. Why didn't you use it?"

"What secret weapon?"

"'What secret weapon?' I finally got Lucky on tape. I put it in the diaper bag."

"No you didn't. I would have seen it."

"I totally did. I labeled it Daddy Knows Best and everything." Elizabeth insisted.

"Well I never found it. And what do you mean you got Lucky on tape?"

"Singing. I got him singing a lullaby on tape." Elizabeth explained as she mixed the ingredients together.

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I out-sneaked the sneak." Of course he had to one-up her with his proposal so Lucky was still the bigger sneak, but little victories, Elizabeth told herself, little victories.

"Do you still have it? I've got to hear this."

"Of course I made a copy for myself." Elizabeth nodded her head in the direction of her purse. "It's in my purse. I keep it there for security reasons."

"I'm sure. That smells yummy." No sooner than the words were out of her mouth, Morgan came skipping down the stairs. "Well hello there Sir. So nice of you to join us. Are you hungry? Aunt Elizabeth is making breakfast."

Morgan rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Yeah." He said through a yawn.

"Good because I'm making enough to feed an army." Elizabeth declared, flipping the slices of bread on the stove. "How many do you want Morgan?"

"This many." He held up two fingers.

"That many it is. So Morgan you ready for today?"

"I guess so."

"What do you mean you guess so?" Elizabeth asked as she passed a plate over toward Morgan. "You have a huge role in this thing."

"That's what Patrick said. He told me that he didn't want to replace my daddy, but I think I'm still going to call him Patrick."

Robin smoothed his hair away from his eyes. "You can absolutely do that. I want you to be okay with this."

"It's just a wedding." Morgan answered noncommittally.

"Such a boy." Elizabeth laughed as she passed a plate over to Robin. "It is never just a wedding."

"I bet the guys are having this same conversation." Robin said, taking a big bite. "This is good."

"Considering they were all passed out in my house when I left, I doubt it. I'm thinking they are still asleep."

"If he's late, so help me." Robin shook her fork in warning.

"Oh don't worry about that." Elizabeth assured her friend. "Anna gave Lucky and Cruz their schedule to follow. And the only person I know they fear more than Laura is Anna."

Robin stared down at her plate and wondered how she had eaten it so fast. She had barely gotten a chance to taste it. "I'm so nervous." She admitted.

"Why? Today is going to go perfectly."

"Famous last words."

"True enough. What are you over analyzing now?"

"I don't know. I know in my heart it'll be fine."

"Then listen to your heart." Elizabeth advised. "And your maid of honor. If you don't want anything else to eat, go upstairs and take a long bubble bath to relax."

"Are you sure you don't need...?"

"No. This is your day and I believe the job description of maid of honor is to help the bride. Consider this help. Now scoot. Morgan and I got this."

*****

Robin picked up the phone and then set it back down, careful to not drop it into the bath water. This was silly. She had just seen him a few hours ago. He had snuck out before their family could catch him, but a part of wished he was still here. Such a sap, she chided herself, grinning. You're going to see him in a few hours. You're supposed to be relaxing. She snatched up the phone and dialed his cell. "I'm just going to make sure he's awake." She said to no one.

At first, she wasn't sure if he had answered or not. The click she heard only stilled the ringing. "Hello?"

"Good morning." Robin could only hope her voice was lulling. He didn't sound pleased to be woken up at all. "How did you sleep?"

"You know better than that." Patrick yawned.

"I'm calling because..." Robin faltered.

"You miss me?" Patrick finished for her.

"Oh please. I just saw you."

"Yeah, that's true, but you did more than see me." Patrick reminded her.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Well I was telling the stripper she had better go on home because I'm getting married today." Patrick joked.

"Right." Robin rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her. "Patrick, I'm a little nervous."

"What are you nervous about?"

"I don't know. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid. Tell me."

"How do you know...how do you know we're going to make it?" She could barely get the words out.

"Robin." Patrick murmured.

"I'm serious. There are no guarantees. What if you get bored with me?"

"How could I? Robin, we're written in the stars. It's destiny."

"You know I don't believe in any of that."

"Then believe in me." Patrick suggested. "I love you. I want you. We've been a family for a while now. All we're doing is making it official."

"I love you too."

"What are you doing right now?" Patrick wondered.

"Me? I'm in the tub. A bubble bath."

"Sounds good to me. I'll be right there."

"Patrick." Robin lightly scolded.

"I'm only half kidding. You want me there, I'll come."

"I know you will. I love you. I'll see you later."

"How will I know which one's you?"

"I'll be the one in all white."

"Robin?"

"Yeah?"

"We're getting married today."