Who: Robin Yarmovsky What: Thinking When: Thursday, 23rd July, 1.00pm Where: At the Fairmont Olympian Rating: PG-13 Status: Standalone
Inhaling deeply Robin felt the smoke fill his lungs and almost magically start to relax him. He knew it was psychological right now, that it would actually take a few seconds for the nicotine to hit the sensors in his brain, but knowing it was about to happen was as good as it got.
'Unlike some other things.
Knowing he was going to have to go and get the injections that day, this time with Miranda, was something that was about to happen, but was definitely not good. In fact he couldn't think of anything he'd rather be doing less.
Well, one thing - telling his father about Kyle. And Miranda. And then seeing his mother's face...
He squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned his long frame against the wall in the employees' smoking area. He quickly straightened again when he remembered he was in his suit jacket, not wanting to get it messed up before Miranda collected him. The other times they'd gone to the clinic for the injections separately, and nothing had ever eventuated. Mainly because Robin somehow managed to be working those evenings Miranda was available and she was at the office during the days he was home.
He knew it was getting to the point they, the 'big brother' doctors at the clinic would be starting to ask questions, expecting to find Miranda pregnant, but he knew that they wouldn't find that. After all, it actually took him being 'a husband' to her for that to happen, and he just hadn't been able to build up to it.
And Kyle didn't make it any easier. Robin scuffed his shoe against the concrete beneath it, wanting to squash rush of blood he felt whenever he thought of Kyle. Damn it all to hell, he was a twenty six year old man who should be grateful and happy he had been drawn an intelligent, attractive, successful woman in the marriage lottery. It was what he wanted. It was what he'd prayed for! She was everything he'd dreamed of, and his mother had tried to find.
So why couldn't he forget Kyle, forget how it felt to have him smile when Robin came in the door tired, needing to slump down and relax, have him beneath him, hear him grunt in the way only he could, would, when he came. He jerked his head up and shook it quickly, adjusting his suit and rebuttoning his jacket.
Why couldn't he have those same feelings for this amazing woman? He drew hard on the cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he squinted along the building to the staff entrance, the door of which had just opened and two of the waitresses from the cafe coming out for their break. He took a final drag on the cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray, giving the two a smile as he headed back inside, stopping to wash his hands and clean his teeth before checking himself in the mirror. Satisfied with his appearance he grimaced at himself.
"Well, off you go, Robs, time to make babies!"
He headed upstairs to the foyer, where Miranda was collecting him, pausing to check in with his manager beforehand, secretly hoping the man would ask him to come back that evening to help out. But no such luck.