Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Ninety Seven

"I just think," I pant, talking through my racing heart, "that changing his food...will only make him sick..."

Robert doesn't sound much better, but he isn't as much of a mess. He isn't sweating the way I am, and he isn't stopping to catch his breath every few minutes like I make him.

"Are we really talking about cat food right now?" he groans, and I huff, slowing down again.

"Yes. Yes, we are, because it's important and-" I start, but he interrupts.

"You're killing the mood!" he complains, throwing his head back, so I slow down to a stop and stare at him, arms crossed.

"What mood is that exactly?" I tease, catching my breath, and he puts his hands on his hips, sighing.

"The jogging mood," he informs me, "I have to be focused! You've been talking about the cat's diet for the last mile and a half!"

He isn't upset about it or anything, but he's right. Oh, sorry, did you think we were...yeah, no. Just a jog through the canyon, now that he's back from his short New York trip. He's leaving again in a little bit for the real press tour, and Gwyn's going with him, but not before some quality time off with me. And today's the perfect day, the perfect weather...so we decided to take our workout outside and go running together, through the trails in the hills.

"Well I'm not going to talk about jogging!" I argue. "It's painful enough to do it, I can't talk about it while I'm doing it, too, or I'd literally just jump off that bridge."

I point to the bridge leading down into the ravine to our side and he rolls his eyes, spinning around to pace a little and not let his heart rate drop.

"It's just a cat, not a child," he reminds me.

"He is my child," I defend.

"You know, someday," he heaves, "our actual child is going to ask why her brother's a cat, and I'm not going to explain that."

Oh...kay... Well, there's a lot to comment on there. The fact that he said our child. The fact that he said it so naturally. The fact that he's already decided it would be a girl. The fact that Aero would still be alive, considering he's already eight, and the kid could talk to ask, so they'd be at least a couple years...if not more. So that'd mean near future. But near future...near future isn't exactly what the doctor suggested, and hell, we aren't even...it doesn't seem like he has any intentions on even proposing soon, so...

Fuck, the doctor issue. Do I tell him now? Or ever? Or just like...let it happen when it happens?

But he's quick to read my mind, frowning slightly and placing his hands on my shoulders to stabilize me. "Did I freak you out? I freaked you out, didn't I?"

I feel my lips twitch but shake my head to clear it, refusing to meet his gaze. Maybe it's best if I just move on to a different subject.

"You're meeting fans, by the way," I tell him instead, to which he watches me for a moment before wiggling his eyebrow and accepting my change of topic.

"Yes, that's a thing I do sometimes."

"No, like, here. When you get back, I'm setting a big thing up," I clarify. "Think of it as a big meet and greet with some people I picked out."

He nods, letting me go. "So I heard."

"You know?"

"Honey, believe it or not people do keep me informed. I know a lot more than you think I do," he smirks, stretching his arms behind his head.

I can't help but stare at the muscles under his thing shirt material, but I remind myself not to drool. "I don't know if I should feel safe or violated by that fact."