Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love, the love that I love
August 1, 2006
Robin’s Apartment: Living Room
The morning of Robin Scorpio’s wedding did not get off to an auspicious start. In fact, her morning started in the bathroom, as it did most mornings except for some reason, Robin’s unborn daughter (she had now decided she was having a girl and no amount of arguing with her would change her mind) had decided this would be a good morning to begin early training for the Olympics gymnastics team.
Brenda tapped on the bathroom door. “Sweetie, you know that Maxie, Liz and I are out here, right?”
Her only answer was a tortured moan.
Elizabeth emerged from the kitchen, some sort of frothy concoction in her hands. “This is going to make her perk right up,” the nurse announced.
“Yeah?” Maxie asked. “What kind of alcohol did you put in it?”
“She can’t drink alcohol,” Brenda admonished, smacking Maxie’s arm, “She’s pregnant with Brenda, Jr.”
“She is not naming this baby for you,” Maxie rolled her eyes. “She’s going to name it for…” she bit her lip. “Hey, Robin!” she called. “What are naming the baby?”
“Why don’t we ask her that later?” Elizabeth suggested. She stepped up to the door and knocked lightly. “Robin? I’ve got a surefire remedy to curing morning sickness.”
The door was slowly slid open and Robin peered up at the blearily from the floor. “Gimme.”
Elizabeth handed the glass to her friend and Robin gulped it down eagerly. When the glass was empty, she set it aside and leaned her head against the tiled wall. “She’s a gold medalist already.”
“Right,” Brenda nodded, clueless but Elizabeth just laughed.
“Cam was a silver winner, I think, by the time my sickness wore off.” She held out a hand and with Brenda’s help, they got the bride to be off the ground. “Now…let’s get you ready for your wedding.”
Quartermaine Mansion: Bedroom
“Okay, let’s run through this,” Anna said, clapping her hands together. “Something old, something blue, something borrowed, something new. Do we have it all? And the dress doesn’t count as new,” she added as an afterthought.
“Well…” Felicia stepped up and twirled the blue garter around her finger. “Here is your something blue.”
“And…” Emily held up an elegant silk handkerchief with Lila Quartermaine’s initials sewn into the edges. “Grandmother would have wanted you to use this, so this is your something old.”
Maxie held out a silver bracelet. “Mom gave me this when I turned sixteen and it’s my favorite bracelet so I thought you could use this for something borrowed.”
“You guys…” Robin sniffled.
“Don’t cry!” Brenda yelped. “You’ll ruin your make up and we’ll never get it done again in time for the ceremony.”
“Well, don’t cry before I give you the something new anyway,” Anna smiled. She took out a slim jewel case and opened it. “I thought it would look lovely on you.”
Robin stared at the slim gold necklace with a delicate diamond and sapphire heart dangling from it. “It’s beautiful, Mom. I can’t believe…”
“When I saw this in the store…” Anna removed the chain from the case, handing the case to Felicia, “I knew it would be perfect. Turn around.”
Robin obeyed and lifted her hair up so that Anna could clasp it. “Mom…” she turned back around and embraced her tightly. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
Quartermaine Mansion: Gardens
It had been Brenda’s idea to hold the ceremony in Lila Quartermaine’s rose garden and the family had been more than happy to open their estate for the wedding. Patrick seriously underestimated the amount of people that loved Robin and wanted to see her happy. As if the pre-wedding death threats hadn’t been enough, he was now getting glares from her nearest and dearest.
Not that it bothered him–those death threats only became a possibility if he hurt Robin and he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen. At least not soon.
Anyway, he was ignoring those glares and studying the members of the hospital board very carefully. Robin had refused to leave the asshole who had insulted her off the list, fearing (and rightly so) that Patrick would be able to find out who it was by process of elimination and for his career aspirations, they couldn’t very not invite any of them so Patrick knew that he was here today.
The ceremony was due to begin in a half hour so Patrick was just milling around, feeling very uncomfortable in a tuxedo during August, wishing like hell he’d put his foot down in June and gone for the quick elopement.
“I have been sent to check on the groom.”
Patrick rolled his eyes and turned to find Elizabeth staring back at him, dressing in a strapless tea-length baby blue gown. “Well, you checked on me.”
“Your tie is crooked.” She strode forward and reached up to adjust it. “So, are you nervous?”
“Am I supposed to be?” Patrick asked wryly. She huffed and looked up at him, annoyed. “No, I’m not,” he answered. “I know that I’m making the right decision. Why should I be nervous about it?”
“Because it’s the thing to ask,” Elizabeth murmured. She finished adjusting the tie and patted it. “Robin looks beautiful, you know. You’re very lucky she decided to look past that face of yours and marry you anyway.”
“Hey,” Patrick grumbled. “Well at least I don’t look like a duck.”
Outraged, Elizabeth planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. “I do not look like a duck. You…you look like a horse’s ass!”
“Now children,” Noah admonished joining them. “This is happy day.”
“She started it,” Patrick said, somewhat childishly. Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at him when Noah wasn’t looking.
“Ah, the joys I was spared when you ended up an only child,” Noah sighed dramatically.
“Oh, you didn’t get the memo?” Patrick asked, slinging an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulders. “I adopted the pain in the ass. If she’s going to treat me like an annoying brother, I’m going to treat her like a bratty sister.”
“I have one brother, that’s quite enough,” Elizabeth sniffed. “Actually, since he ended up in jail that one night, it’s more than enough. He is way too old to be going around trying to beat the crap out of people.”
“Since the person he was arrested for assaulting was your idiot husband, I’d say he was justified. If I didn’t value my hands more than you, I might have thought about doing the same,” Patrick countered.
Noah arched an eyebrow. “Clearly I’ve missed something in translation.”
“I’m going back to Robin and the girls. Now that Brenda is satisfied you haven’t run out, my work here is done.” Elizabeth poked him one more time before leaving them.
“What’s that about Steven Webber assaulting Elizabeth’s husband?” Noah asked curiously. “Does it have anything to do with why you’re giving up a perfectly good condo to move into Robin’s smaller apartment?”
“Her husband was cheating on her, Elizabeth moved into her grandmother’s, Steven found Lucky and beat the crap out of him, getting himself arrested. I’m letting Elizabeth stay in the condo after the wedding because I don’t need it anymore and she does. And that’s the short version.”
“Right,” Noah nodded. He hesitated. “Patrick, I know that we spent most of the last decade at odds but I’m honored at that you asked me to be your best man, even if Brenda Barrett decided for you.”
“Brenda decided but I agreed,” Patrick pointed out. He shoved his hands into his pockets and was silent for a moment. “You are the reason that I have Robin in my life. She came to you first and you sent her to me. For the rest of my life, I will never be able to repay you.” He paused and swallowed hard. “I wish Mom could have met her.”
“She would have liked her,” Noah said. “Mattie would have adored her, I can promise you that.” He put a hand on Patrick’s shoulder. “And you know…your mom’s here. She’s always going to be with you.”
Quartermaine Mansion: Terrace
“I want to speak with you for a moment,” Mac tugged on Robin’s arm to keep her back from the rest of the wedding party. Robin had finally sat down with her uncle and her father and explained her inability to decide who should walk her down the aisle and who she should dance with. It had been argued out between the two of them, but Mac finally got the right to walk her down the aisle.
“What’s up, Uncle Mac?” Robin asked curiously, adjusting the full skirt of her dress around her.
“First of all, you look absolutely breathtaking,” Mac began. “I can’t get over how much you’ve grown up and how fast it all went.” His face sobered. “Robin, I just…I want to make sure you’re doing this for the right reasons.”
Robin frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“I know why Patrick proposed–your mother and I all but threatened him into it. I realize that, sweetheart, but I just want to make sure this is what you want. I don’t want you to do this because I want this life for you or because Anna wants this or because you didn’t know how to say no–”
“Uncle Mac…” Robin pressed her fingers to his mouth to keep him from speaking. “Patrick did not propose because you and Mom threatened him and I didn’t say yes because this is what you guys want. I know why Patrick asked and why I said yes and believe me, Uncle Mac, I am more than okay with those reasons. This is what I want. This is a good thing. Patrick is going to be a wonderful father and we’re going to be happy together, I promise you.” She kissed his cheek.
“Okay,” Mac agreed. “But if he makes you cry even once…”
“I am my mother’s daughter, “Robin remarked. “I’ll make him cry twice as hard.”
Mac shuddered at that thought. “God help him.”
Brenda came to the door, “Hey guys…the ceremony is about to begin, let’s go!”