Ficlet: Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun (GH, Scrubs, Lana Verse)
Title: Secrets, Secrets Are No Fun
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Robin Scorpio/Patrick Drake
Fandom: GH
Theme: 12 - Mother's Day
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick do not belong to me.
It was early when Patrick crept into Lana’s room.
He bent over her bed and gently shook her shoulder. “Time to wake up.”
She groaned and burrowed her head into her pillow.
Patrick tried again. “Lana, if you don’t get up I’m going to start with the tickle torture,” he warned, resting his hands just above her stomach.
She shot up. “Daddy?” She rubbed her eyes, which were still heavy with sleep. “What’s going on?”
“It’s mother’s day, remember? You wanted to help me breakfast for your mom, didn’t you?”
Light dawned in her eyes. She scrambled down out of bed, tugging on Patrick’s hand. “Come on, Daddy!”
“Keep your voice down,” Patrick warned, as she pulled him down the stairs and into the kitchen. “You don’t want to wake your mom up if this is going to be a surprise.”
Once in the kitchen, Lana skidded to a stop. She looked up at Patrick with wide eyes. “What are we going to do?”
“Well,” Patrick drawled. “I thought we’d make some of my famous French Toast.”
Lana’s eyes lit up. “Can I help?”
“I guess you’re old enough that I can teach you the basics,” Patrick said thoughtfully. He bent down to Lana’s height. “You have to promise not to tell your mom what I teach you, though. Do you think you can manage that?”
She nodded solemnly.
Patrick held out his pinky. “Pinky swear?”
Lana hooked her pinky with his. “Pinky swear.”
Satisfied, Patrick stood and swung Lana up to sit on the counter. “You sit here while I get the ingredients we need.”
Patrick turned to the refrigerator and began pulling out ingredients, setting them on the counter. He headed into the pantry to grab the bread he’d bought yesterday for this surprise, and the rest of the things he needed. He brought them all back into the kitchen, and set them down in front of an expectant Lana.
“So what do we do first?” She asked eagerly.
“First, we crack some eggs,” Patrick answered, pulling out a shallow dish. He cracked one on the edge, and broke it into the dish. “Like this, see?” He handed an egg to Lana. “You try.”
Carefully, Lana imitated Patrick’s movements, cracking the egg into the dish. When she managed to do it successfully, she looked up at Patrick in delight. “I did it!”
“Good job, sweetie,” Patrick said proudly. “Here, do one more, okay?” He handed over another egg, while rooting around in the cupboards for the measuring cups.
“Now what, Daddy?”
“Now we add some more ingredients.” He handed Lana the measuring cup. “See this line? I’m going to pour some milk in and you say stop when it gets there. Ready?”
She nodded, and he began pouring. She watched carefully, and when Patrick got there, she said emphatically, “Stop.”
“Pour that into the dish, okay?” Patrick instructed. He sprinkled some salt into the dish as Lana poured the milk in. “Now I’m going to reveal the special ingredient, okay? You can’t tell mom what it is, remember?”
Lana looked offended. “I promised,” she said indignantly. “I won’t tell.”
Patrick winced. “Sorry.” He pulled out a bottle of honey. “This is the special ingredient.”
Lana frowned. “Honey?”
“Yep,” Patrick nodded. “Just like my mom taught me.”
“If you say so,” Lana said skeptically, watching Patrick stir it into the dish. “Now what happens?”
“Now we dip this bread into the mixture,” Patrick explained while slicing the loaf of bread. “Then we’re going to put it in the skillet, and then stick it in the oven to finish it.” He handed over a slice. “You do the dipping, okay?”
Lana obeyed, and she and Patrick worked together in harmony finishing breakfast for Robin. While Patrick was finishing the cooking, Lana was arranging a tray so they could give her breakfast in bed.
Patrick surveyed Lana’s handiwork. “Are we all set?”
Lana nodded eagerly. “All ready, Daddy!”
“You go first and wake her up, and I’ll follow with the tray, alright, kiddo?”
“Okay!” Lana scampered out of the kitchen and up the stairs, as Patrick followed behind her carefully.
Lana ran into Robin and Patrick’s bedroom, throwing herself on the bed. “Mommy, Mommy, wake up!” she exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the bed.
Robin shot awake. “Lana?”
“Mommy!” Lana pounced on Robin, pressing kisses to her face. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!”
Robin pulled Lana into her arms. “Thank you, baby.” She looked over at Patrick’s empty side of the bed. “Where’s your father?”
“Right here,” Patrick said as he walked carefully into the bedroom, balancing the tray carefully. “Happy Mother’s Day, Robin.”
Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the tray, and a wide smile appeared on her face. “This is so sweet of you guys,” she crooned happily, snuggling Lana tightly against her side. Patrick set the tray down on her lap, and she pulled him down to her for a quick kiss. “And you made my favorite!”
“I helped!” Lana piped up proudly.
Robin paused, fork halfway to her mouth. “You did?” Her eyes narrowed. “Your father won’t even let me stay in the kitchen when he makes it.”
Lana shrugged. “He let me.”
“And you’re going to teach Mommy how to make it, aren’t you?”
“Nope.” Lana shook her head. “I had to pinky swear to keep it a secret.”
Robin’s jaw dropped. “Patrick!”
He shrugged as he settled down on the opposite side of Lana. “Drake family secret, sweetheart.”
“I’m a Drake,” Robin said indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s a recipe that is passed from parent to child,” Patrick said loftily. “You’re not my child, now are you?”
“No, I just gave you your child,” Robin grumbled.
“Don’t be mad, Mommy,” Lana pled earnestly. “When I get big enough I’ll make it for you, I promise.”
Robin squeezed Lana’s shoulders. “Thank you, sweetie. It’s good to know someone loves me,” she sniffed, shooting a dramatic glare at Patrick.
“Hey!” he exclaimed. “I think I’m hurt. And after I went to all the trouble of making you breakfast in bed and everything…”
“I suppose that counts for something,” Robin conceded, taking a bite of her breakfast. She closed her eyes and let out a moan. “So good.”
“Are you going to share?” Lana asked eagerly.
Robin opened her eyes, and looked down at her daughter. “With you, absolutely.” She broke off a piece and fed it to Lana. She looked over at Patrick. “I suppose you want some too?”
“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble” he drawled. “After all, I did get up at the crack of dawn to slave over a hot stove for you…”
“Fine,” Robin sighed, as she fed Patrick a bite. “Satisfied?”
“Not quite.” Patrick quickly swallowed and leaned over Lana to kiss Robin again. “Happy Mother’s Day, baby.”
She smiled up at him and pushed him back to his side of the bed, and dug back into her breakfast.
Breakfast in bed with her husband and daughter was a perfect way to start the day.
Author: empressearwig
Claim: Robin Scorpio/Patrick Drake
Fandom: GH
Theme: 12 - Mother's Day
Disclaimer: Robin and Patrick do not belong to me.
It was early when Patrick crept into Lana’s room.
He bent over her bed and gently shook her shoulder. “Time to wake up.”
She groaned and burrowed her head into her pillow.
Patrick tried again. “Lana, if you don’t get up I’m going to start with the tickle torture,” he warned, resting his hands just above her stomach.
She shot up. “Daddy?” She rubbed her eyes, which were still heavy with sleep. “What’s going on?”
“It’s mother’s day, remember? You wanted to help me breakfast for your mom, didn’t you?”
Light dawned in her eyes. She scrambled down out of bed, tugging on Patrick’s hand. “Come on, Daddy!”
“Keep your voice down,” Patrick warned, as she pulled him down the stairs and into the kitchen. “You don’t want to wake your mom up if this is going to be a surprise.”
Once in the kitchen, Lana skidded to a stop. She looked up at Patrick with wide eyes. “What are we going to do?”
“Well,” Patrick drawled. “I thought we’d make some of my famous French Toast.”
Lana’s eyes lit up. “Can I help?”
“I guess you’re old enough that I can teach you the basics,” Patrick said thoughtfully. He bent down to Lana’s height. “You have to promise not to tell your mom what I teach you, though. Do you think you can manage that?”
She nodded solemnly.
Patrick held out his pinky. “Pinky swear?”
Lana hooked her pinky with his. “Pinky swear.”
Satisfied, Patrick stood and swung Lana up to sit on the counter. “You sit here while I get the ingredients we need.”
Patrick turned to the refrigerator and began pulling out ingredients, setting them on the counter. He headed into the pantry to grab the bread he’d bought yesterday for this surprise, and the rest of the things he needed. He brought them all back into the kitchen, and set them down in front of an expectant Lana.
“So what do we do first?” She asked eagerly.
“First, we crack some eggs,” Patrick answered, pulling out a shallow dish. He cracked one on the edge, and broke it into the dish. “Like this, see?” He handed an egg to Lana. “You try.”
Carefully, Lana imitated Patrick’s movements, cracking the egg into the dish. When she managed to do it successfully, she looked up at Patrick in delight. “I did it!”
“Good job, sweetie,” Patrick said proudly. “Here, do one more, okay?” He handed over another egg, while rooting around in the cupboards for the measuring cups.
“Now what, Daddy?”
“Now we add some more ingredients.” He handed Lana the measuring cup. “See this line? I’m going to pour some milk in and you say stop when it gets there. Ready?”
She nodded, and he began pouring. She watched carefully, and when Patrick got there, she said emphatically, “Stop.”
“Pour that into the dish, okay?” Patrick instructed. He sprinkled some salt into the dish as Lana poured the milk in. “Now I’m going to reveal the special ingredient, okay? You can’t tell mom what it is, remember?”
Lana looked offended. “I promised,” she said indignantly. “I won’t tell.”
Patrick winced. “Sorry.” He pulled out a bottle of honey. “This is the special ingredient.”
Lana frowned. “Honey?”
“Yep,” Patrick nodded. “Just like my mom taught me.”
“If you say so,” Lana said skeptically, watching Patrick stir it into the dish. “Now what happens?”
“Now we dip this bread into the mixture,” Patrick explained while slicing the loaf of bread. “Then we’re going to put it in the skillet, and then stick it in the oven to finish it.” He handed over a slice. “You do the dipping, okay?”
Lana obeyed, and she and Patrick worked together in harmony finishing breakfast for Robin. While Patrick was finishing the cooking, Lana was arranging a tray so they could give her breakfast in bed.
Patrick surveyed Lana’s handiwork. “Are we all set?”
Lana nodded eagerly. “All ready, Daddy!”
“You go first and wake her up, and I’ll follow with the tray, alright, kiddo?”
“Okay!” Lana scampered out of the kitchen and up the stairs, as Patrick followed behind her carefully.
Lana ran into Robin and Patrick’s bedroom, throwing herself on the bed. “Mommy, Mommy, wake up!” she exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the bed.
Robin shot awake. “Lana?”
“Mommy!” Lana pounced on Robin, pressing kisses to her face. “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!”
Robin pulled Lana into her arms. “Thank you, baby.” She looked over at Patrick’s empty side of the bed. “Where’s your father?”
“Right here,” Patrick said as he walked carefully into the bedroom, balancing the tray carefully. “Happy Mother’s Day, Robin.”
Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the tray, and a wide smile appeared on her face. “This is so sweet of you guys,” she crooned happily, snuggling Lana tightly against her side. Patrick set the tray down on her lap, and she pulled him down to her for a quick kiss. “And you made my favorite!”
“I helped!” Lana piped up proudly.
Robin paused, fork halfway to her mouth. “You did?” Her eyes narrowed. “Your father won’t even let me stay in the kitchen when he makes it.”
Lana shrugged. “He let me.”
“And you’re going to teach Mommy how to make it, aren’t you?”
“Nope.” Lana shook her head. “I had to pinky swear to keep it a secret.”
Robin’s jaw dropped. “Patrick!”
He shrugged as he settled down on the opposite side of Lana. “Drake family secret, sweetheart.”
“I’m a Drake,” Robin said indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s a recipe that is passed from parent to child,” Patrick said loftily. “You’re not my child, now are you?”
“No, I just gave you your child,” Robin grumbled.
“Don’t be mad, Mommy,” Lana pled earnestly. “When I get big enough I’ll make it for you, I promise.”
Robin squeezed Lana’s shoulders. “Thank you, sweetie. It’s good to know someone loves me,” she sniffed, shooting a dramatic glare at Patrick.
“Hey!” he exclaimed. “I think I’m hurt. And after I went to all the trouble of making you breakfast in bed and everything…”
“I suppose that counts for something,” Robin conceded, taking a bite of her breakfast. She closed her eyes and let out a moan. “So good.”
“Are you going to share?” Lana asked eagerly.
Robin opened her eyes, and looked down at her daughter. “With you, absolutely.” She broke off a piece and fed it to Lana. She looked over at Patrick. “I suppose you want some too?”
“If it wouldn’t be too much trouble” he drawled. “After all, I did get up at the crack of dawn to slave over a hot stove for you…”
“Fine,” Robin sighed, as she fed Patrick a bite. “Satisfied?”
“Not quite.” Patrick quickly swallowed and leaned over Lana to kiss Robin again. “Happy Mother’s Day, baby.”
She smiled up at him and pushed him back to his side of the bed, and dug back into her breakfast.
Breakfast in bed with her husband and daughter was a perfect way to start the day.