Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Ninety Five

Because my birthday's on a Tuesday this year, my family's celebrating with me for a big lunch...all of which is paid for by Robert, if you couldn't have guessed.  Most of them are flying out in the evening to return home, and we're taking the jet back to LA for a little bit.

Robert's working on both films, doing table reads and costume fittings and promos in California before heading out on a press tour for the new Iron Man.  And trust me...the look he has going on is insane.  He's been in shape since that winter he kidnapped me and took me to New York, but he hasn't let it go at all.  He's...well, maybe he's lost a little bit of the muscle, but they have him back on a strict diet to start filming the new movies, and his hair is that perfect Tony length...

Anyway, point is, tonight we go back to Los Angeles, but for now, I have to endure my family for a little while longer.  Which would be fine if they didn't make it weird the second we met the in the hotel lounge for breakfast...after a shower, of course.

"She's selling well," I hear Devin telling them as we walk toward the open space, the couple of other guests watching like hawks after doing a double take at Robert passing...or, us passing?

"This one's adorable," my aunt says, her calm, cheerful voice smoothly carrying out into the main hall.  "That man's head over heels in love with her, isn't he?"

"Completely," Devin chuckles, I can tell her laugh from anywhere.

"Honestly, I still don't know how the hell this all became a reality..." my mother mumbles, into a drink it sounds like.

"So where's the ring?" my uncle asks next, and I sigh before heading in, shaking my head to myself at everyone pestering about that.

"I dunno," Dev answers, and when I lay eyes on their big table, she shrugs.  "Thought maybe over Valentine's Day, but she didn't come back with one..."

Oh, okay, cool.  So it wasn't just me that thought he was up to something?  Great.  That's embarrassing, isn't it?  Not progressing when everyone else is expecting it.

"Morning," I greet, going to the table with coffee mugs and claiming the pot of coffee they have set aside on the breakfast bar.  "You can all stop talking about me now."

Robert takes a spare seat after snagging his own, and then the taunting starts.

"Oh, good, you're alive," Devin sing songs, setting her phone down to eye me with narrowed eyes.

"I was drunk, I've been drunk before..." I remind her, assuming she's talking about the night before, to which she snickers and shakes her head.

"Don't think she's talking about the alcohol," my mom advises me, focused on a paper she's reading on the other end of the table, and that sets Devin off, dramatic as all hell.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she mimics, and it makes my face light up red instantly, recalling the night before...and yes, I remember, and so does Robert the way he smirks behind his drink.  "Oh, God, Robert, yes-" she continues, until I kick her chair and she giggles, stumbling a little before settling herself down.

"Don't, I'm still having nightmares," my mom sighs.

The stares from the other people in the hotel are definitely hot on my skin as I grind my teeth and clench the mug in my hands, ducking my head in shame.  Of course she heard us...I mean, it's my fault cause I wasn't quiet, but...

"Devin!" I hiss, shutting her up, and Daniel, that cousin from last night, chimes in in her place.  

"Listen, I mean no offense to this, by the way," he starts, glancing at Robert, "but if he's making her scream like that at forty eight...tell me your secrets, man, cause I wanna be that good when I'm your age."