Fic: So Hard When It Doesn't Come Easy (GH, Robin/Patrick, Lanaverse)
Title: So Hard When It Doesn't Come Easy
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 23 - Decisions
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine.
Word Count: 700
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lanaverse.
Summary: “We need to decide if we’re going to try again with the artificial insemination.”
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
“So we need to make a decision,” Patrick said from where he stood in the doorway to their bedroom.
Robin blinked, and looked up from the medical journal she was reading in bed. “What?”
Patrick crossed the room to sit next to her on the bed, plucking the journal from her hands. “We need to decide if we’re going to try again with the artificial insemination.”
“Oh,” Robin said flatly. She reached to turn off the light on her night stand, doing her best to avoid looking at Patrick. “Can’t we talk about that tomorrow? I was going to go to sleep, I have an early day tomorrow.”
“You don’t go in till noon,” Patrick corrected, leaning over her to flip the light back on. “And when I tried to get you to talk about it yesterday, you said the same thing. Or when I tried last week, the same thing yet again. You’re avoiding, Robin.”
“So what if I am?” Robin pushed her hair back from her eyes in irritation. “Did it ever occur to you that I just don’t want to talk about this?”
“As a matter of fact, it had.” He grabbed one of her hands, and stroked his thumb gently over the top of her hand. “I just don’t understand why. If you don’t want to try to have another baby, that’s fine. But we need to decide.”
Robin looked down at their linked hands, and squeezed Patrick’s tightly. She took a deep breath, readying herself to speak. When she did, it was practically whispered as she said, “I do want to try, I’m just scared to.”
Patrick scooted closer to her, and wrapped his arm around her body, switching the hand holding onto hers. “Why are you scared?”
“Because of what happened last time.” Robin looked up at Patrick and anguish was written on her face. “Losing that baby devastated me, and I don’t think I could handle it if it happened again.”
“There’s no reason to think that it would,” Patrick rushed to reassure her. “You’re perfectly healthy.”
“But I’m older now. Past the magic age of 35, so there’s actually more of a risk something would go wrong.”
“Nothing in life comes with guarantees, you know that better than anyone.” Patrick reminded her. “Did you think you would be sitting here today, nearly twenty years after your diagnosis?”
“No.”
They were both silent for a long time, till Robin broke the silence.
“I just don’t know if I would be able to handle another miscarriage,” she finally said.
Patrick shrugged slightly. “Then we won’t try. We have Lana, that’s more than enough.” He looked down at Robin. “Okay?”
“No, it’s not okay!” Robin cried. “I want to have another baby, I just don’t know how to get past being scared of something going wrong.”
Patrick brushed a few stray tears off of her cheeks. “You don’t have to get past it, you know. You just have to learn to live with it. I’ll always wonder what would have happened if we’d had a baby four years ago. They’d be in pre-school by now, probably trailing along after Lana, trying desperately to keep up with their big sister.”
Robin stared up at him in shock. “I never realized you thought about it,” she murmured softly.
“Of course I think about it, Robin. That was our child. I know that’s why you didn’t want to try again for so long, but I think we’re both ready now, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer for several minutes, the only sound in the room Robin’s shallow breathing.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Yes,” she said in a stronger voice. “Yes. I think we should try again.”
“Are you sure?” Patrick asked hesitantly, scared to let the hope creep into his voice.
She smiled shakily up at him. “I am. I’ll call Kelly next week and we can go in together and talk to her, but this is what I want. I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
Patrick didn’t answer, but pressed a kiss to her forehead and tightened his arm around her shoulders.
They sat like that, clinging to each other’s strength and warmth, till they fell asleep.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 23 - Decisions
Pairing/Character(s): Robin/Patrick
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine.
Word Count: 700
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lanaverse.
Summary: “We need to decide if we’re going to try again with the artificial insemination.”
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
“So we need to make a decision,” Patrick said from where he stood in the doorway to their bedroom.
Robin blinked, and looked up from the medical journal she was reading in bed. “What?”
Patrick crossed the room to sit next to her on the bed, plucking the journal from her hands. “We need to decide if we’re going to try again with the artificial insemination.”
“Oh,” Robin said flatly. She reached to turn off the light on her night stand, doing her best to avoid looking at Patrick. “Can’t we talk about that tomorrow? I was going to go to sleep, I have an early day tomorrow.”
“You don’t go in till noon,” Patrick corrected, leaning over her to flip the light back on. “And when I tried to get you to talk about it yesterday, you said the same thing. Or when I tried last week, the same thing yet again. You’re avoiding, Robin.”
“So what if I am?” Robin pushed her hair back from her eyes in irritation. “Did it ever occur to you that I just don’t want to talk about this?”
“As a matter of fact, it had.” He grabbed one of her hands, and stroked his thumb gently over the top of her hand. “I just don’t understand why. If you don’t want to try to have another baby, that’s fine. But we need to decide.”
Robin looked down at their linked hands, and squeezed Patrick’s tightly. She took a deep breath, readying herself to speak. When she did, it was practically whispered as she said, “I do want to try, I’m just scared to.”
Patrick scooted closer to her, and wrapped his arm around her body, switching the hand holding onto hers. “Why are you scared?”
“Because of what happened last time.” Robin looked up at Patrick and anguish was written on her face. “Losing that baby devastated me, and I don’t think I could handle it if it happened again.”
“There’s no reason to think that it would,” Patrick rushed to reassure her. “You’re perfectly healthy.”
“But I’m older now. Past the magic age of 35, so there’s actually more of a risk something would go wrong.”
“Nothing in life comes with guarantees, you know that better than anyone.” Patrick reminded her. “Did you think you would be sitting here today, nearly twenty years after your diagnosis?”
“No.”
They were both silent for a long time, till Robin broke the silence.
“I just don’t know if I would be able to handle another miscarriage,” she finally said.
Patrick shrugged slightly. “Then we won’t try. We have Lana, that’s more than enough.” He looked down at Robin. “Okay?”
“No, it’s not okay!” Robin cried. “I want to have another baby, I just don’t know how to get past being scared of something going wrong.”
Patrick brushed a few stray tears off of her cheeks. “You don’t have to get past it, you know. You just have to learn to live with it. I’ll always wonder what would have happened if we’d had a baby four years ago. They’d be in pre-school by now, probably trailing along after Lana, trying desperately to keep up with their big sister.”
Robin stared up at him in shock. “I never realized you thought about it,” she murmured softly.
“Of course I think about it, Robin. That was our child. I know that’s why you didn’t want to try again for so long, but I think we’re both ready now, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer for several minutes, the only sound in the room Robin’s shallow breathing.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Yes,” she said in a stronger voice. “Yes. I think we should try again.”
“Are you sure?” Patrick asked hesitantly, scared to let the hope creep into his voice.
She smiled shakily up at him. “I am. I’ll call Kelly next week and we can go in together and talk to her, but this is what I want. I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
Patrick didn’t answer, but pressed a kiss to her forehead and tightened his arm around her shoulders.
They sat like that, clinging to each other’s strength and warmth, till they fell asleep.