Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Thirty One

I thought Robert's other homes were huge, but that was before I saw the one in LA.  We follow him inside, my mother in awe at the structure, and immediately I'm met with huge glass windows overlooking the ocean from the cliff side.  

"Holy shit," I breathe, admiring the view.

My mom wanders over, same expression on her face.  "Doesn't it ever freak you out that this could like...slide off the hill?" she asks.

Robert laughs as he disappears upstairs, calling back at us.  "Nope.  Pretty sturdy."

"Holy hell," my mom whispers next, so he can't hear her from wherever he disappeared to.  "I'm in Robert Downey Jr's house..."

"Mom!" I hiss, turning and wandering back toward the living area, admiring the decor.

She rolls her eyes and follows. "What, you think this is normal?  How much do you think this place cost?!"

"I could never afford it, yeah," I mumble, "but you gotta get used to it, okay?  If we're dating-"

"Mi casa es su casa," Robert finished, grinning as he comes back into the main room with a bag.  "Grabbing some stuff to take back to Atlanta."  Then, he tosses the bag by the front door and waves us through a different glass door to the side.  "Wanna see my buddies?"

"Buddies?" my mom asked, puzzled, and I nod.

"Only if they don't bite!" I remind him, thinking of the talk we had at his home in New York.

"What the hell?" my mom questions as we head outside, and then we're walking off of the patio and into the yard, toward a big field surrounded by a wooden fence.

"His pets," I tell her as he jogs ahead.

"Outside?!"

 I nod.  "He's pretty much got a farm."

She watches as he hops the fence with energy I can't find right now.  "Are those-"

"Alpacas?" I laugh.  "Yup."

"I'll bring Fuzzy over," he grins and then he's nearly skipping over to the herd, leaving my mother and I standing along the fence in the yard.

"He's an odd one, isn't he...?" she states hesitantly, waiting for my reaction.

I just laugh, shrugging.  "I knew that already."

"How old is he again?" she asks, bewildered.

"Forty eight," I sigh.  "He's a child a heart, though."

She looks at me, leaning against the fence.  "You know things are going to change, right?" she asks lightly.

"Like what?"

"Once the world knows you as his girlfriend..." she mumbles.  "Are you sure you're up for that?"

I blink, turning my focus away from her and back to him as he pets a golden alpaca in the field, greeting her with care.  "Yeah.  I think I'll let him tell everyone soon...just have to break it to Devin."

"Good luck with that," my mom nearly snorts and I laugh, shaking my head.  "Though she must be dense if she can't tell you're head over heels for that man."

I blush, jaw dropping in embarrassment.  "I am not, I-"

"You're in love," she teases, jabbing my side with her elbow.  "And trust me, the way he caters to you...he's wrapped around your finger already."

"It hasn't even been a week," I mumble, but she doesn't care.

"Been months since you two started talking.  Long distance flirting, we all saw it."