(It's 10am right now, I'm in school & instead of writing an essay, which I have to be done with next Tuesday, I decided to finish a new chapter;)

I'm sorry for the late update, but school is literally taking over my life. :/ Btw. Thank you to everyone reading, reviewing, favoriting and following this story. All of you are simply awesome.

I really like the idea of Patrice as a major Swarkles shipper, so I wanted to make her a part of this story and I think she will be in more chapters than this one.

Hope you'll enjoy this chapter.

It was a week since she had seen Barney. She expected he was better because he hadn't called her ever since that night, but she couldn't help but think of how vulnerable he'd been. She couldn't help but think of the pain in his sad blue eyes that made her melt, and most of all, she couldn't help think of how fantastic kissing him again had felt.

"Mrs. Mosby?"

She heard a voice that caught her back in reality. It was Patrice. "Call me, Robin, Patrice. How many times do I have to tell you?"

Patrice looked startled, but not many seconds later she smiled like she'd just realized what was going on.

"You don't like being called Mosby, do you?"

Robin stared at the most annoying woman she knew, the most annoying woman she would ever know.

"What? Of course I like being called Mosby. It's my husband's name."

Patrice just nodded while listening to what Robin said. She even smiled wider when Robin finished telling her how much she loved being called "Mosby."

"I don't believe you," Patrice smiled.

Robin couldn't help the anger building inside of her. She hated Patrice, she hated her more than anyone. She hated her so much, she might even like her if that makes sense. Patrice made her think too much of Barney and his play to make Robin his, and every time her mind goes back to that cold December night in 2012 she just can't help all the feelings inside of her. She felt like she was going to explode. Why did Patrice care if she liked to be called "Mosby" or not?

"NOBODY ASKED YOU, PATRICE!" She shouted. The rest of the people in the building didn't even seem to notice. They were so used to it. It happened almost every week, but Patrice acted different than what she usually did. She didn't walk away, she just stood there. Looking at Robin with concern.

"Robin, are you happy with Ted?"

Robin didn't think she would ask. She didn't think anyone would ever ask her that question. Not even Lily. Lily, her best friend that she didn't see much anymore, but they were still friends and if anyone would ask her a question like this, she'd thought it would be Lily, not Patrice.

"Sure!" She answered in a high pitched voice. She knew she was lying, but she didn't want to admit to herself she wasn't happy. She married Ted because she knew she was tired of the single life and Ted loved her, but the longer she lived with Ted the worse it got. She felt like the worst person ever. She married her ex-husband's ex best friend and the husband to one of the nicest women she'd ever met, but sadly died by cancer. Every time she thought of that, she wondered why she'd agreed to marry Ted when the real love of her life is still alive. She could still admit to herself that she'd done a huge mistake on giving Barney an out and find out how he felt. Talk about it like normal adults would've done.

Patrice's smile faded. "I hope you find your happiness soon, Robin. 'Cause I'm really sure, you're not happy."

Robin looked at Patrice with wide eyes. "How can you see if I'm happy or not?"

Patrice looked straight into the confused woman in front of her. "I know your real smile, Robin, and I haven't seen that smile since..."

She was about to say something, but interrupted herself, "I should probably go," she turned around, but Robin had to know this.

"No, Patrice, tell me."

Patrice turned around to look at Robin's wide eyes again.

"I haven't seen your real smile since Barney was yours."

Robin was stunned. She just shook her head slowly, "You should probably go now."

Patrice gave her a concerned smile, "You will find happiness again."

Robin appreciated everything Patrice had told her and now she couldn't go a second without thinking about Barney. What if he still was sick. What if he was really ill. She suddenly felt the urge to call him.

She dialed his number and when she waited for him to answer she realized how important this number was to her. She'd used forever to learn Ted's new number, but Barney's number was stuck in her brain. She couldn't forget this number.

"Go for Barney!" She heard the man on the other end. He sounded better than last time, but something in his voice was different this time as well. It sounded more vulnerable. Less confidence than usual.

"Barney, how are you?"

"I'm awesome, I've actually never felt this awesome before." She heard he tried his best to hide whatever strange thing it was with his voice. "What about you, Scherbatsky?"

She smiled at the name he'd chosen to call her. "I, I don't know actually, I'm confused."

That was not what she wanted to say, but it was the truth. Her feelings confused her, but she knew one thing for sure. The man she was talking to now was the only man that could make her really happy.

"Tell me," she heard his soft voice. Robin didn't want to tell him on the phone. She needed to be with him. She had to see his reaction to what she needed to tell him.

"I'm sorry, but do you think I could come over tonight and tell you?"

It took a few seconds before he answered. She wondered what he was doing at the other end. It didn't sound like he was working, but before she got to think more about that, he answered.

"Sure, Robin, I always have time for you."

She smiled, "Okay, see you tonight, Stinson."

She waited for him to say "bye." She needed to hear more of his voice before she could hang up, but it took some time before he answered, but he did eventually.

"Can't wait," he said and hung up before she got the chance to.

She stared at her phone for a long time before she got back to work.

He put his phone down on the floor and held both of his hands on the toilet seat. He was breathing heavily and he could feel his sweat running down his cheeks. He did feel better the few minutes he'd talked to Robin. He was looking forward to seeing her tonight because he knew he would feel better, but this whole thing scared him. All the feelings he felt at the moment. Why did he feel this thing? This thing that made him dizzy and gave him a headache. The feeling that made him vomit. He never acted like this with Ellie because she made him forget, but when she was somewhere else, at school or with friends, he felt this sick depression. He had Ellie, the person he loved more than anyone, but someone was missing. Ellie owned his whole heart, but for some reason he knew he needed someone else as well to feel 100% happy again because he was far from happy now.

And he knew that someone was Robin.