I'm gonna get you (Robert Downey Jr. fanfic)

- "It takes two to tango", -

"Congrulations, Mr. Downey. Misses greene, you're pregnant.",

Oh my.

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"See that small thing over here?", The doctor pointed at the small black dot that was surrounded by a grey, bright circle. "That's your baby", he smiled at us, reaching out for Roberts hand.

He shook his hand whilst Robert smiled proudly, stroking my stomach.

What, no, no, no, this couldn't be!

"Zoey", a loud voice tuned through my ears, making me jump.

Suddenly my vision went blurry again and I was shaken by someone or something.

"Zoey, wake up!", it was Robert.

As I opened my eyes I saw that I wasn't even in the hospital. I rubbed my eyes, stretching "Where is the gynecologist?", I asked, furrowing my brows at robert.

He scrunched his eyes, leaning in and looking me in the eyes "What gynecologist?", he asked calmly.

What the frick.

"The gynecologist! I was in the hospital! He said I was pregnant!", Robert bit his lip, trying not to laugh. What was so funny? Did I dream all of this?

"You've hit your head to hard, huh?", he asked, pushing me down lightly so I could rest my head on the warm pillow.

"I'm not joking...he said I was pregnant...", He stood up, pointing with his finger at the table. "Your head. This", he acted like he fell on the table with his head, making me furrow my brows again, although this time it was because..he's stupid.

"Ok, listen. You're not pre...When did you get your period the last time?", he asked, sitting down and folding his hands.

What was that for a question?  "I don't remember..but it was this month", He nodded, standing up and going into the kitchen.

Is he sure that I was the one who hit her head?

I got up, almost stumbled though due to my weak knees and took the glass from him.

"Aspirin?", he asked, holding one in his hand.

I took one from him and poured it down with water.

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The evening was now passing and I still haven't talked to Robert. Well, he didn't mind so I didn't mind to try.

I was sitting on the couch when the doorbell rang and since Robert was in the shower I decided to open, what bad could happen?

Of course I looked like a mess with Roberts boxers and my T-shirt, which was a size to small..kind of.

I opened the door, my mouth automatically gaping. Why did I open the door?

"Mom..", She raised her brows, probably as shocked as I am right now.

I opened the door more, gesturing her to come in and she did, still with a gaped mouth and eyes that could kill.

She looked around the livingroom, then the kitchen and then back in the living room "Where is he?", she asked as she plumped down the couch.

Ok, I have two opinions.

The first would be that I'll lie to her and say he took me to his because Emma wasn't at home and I couldn't come it.

The second would be that I'll tell her the truth.

Let's take one.

"Well..he took..me to his because..uhm, emma wasn't at home and I couldn't just..yeah.", she nodded and looked at my legs. Shit. I forgot that I was wearing his boxers. "Why are you wearing his clothes?",

Just as I opened my mouth, wanting to explain everything, Robert came downstairs. Only with a towel around his hips.

Okay, this conversation will last until tomorrow morning. Thanks robert.

"Uhm?", she asked, looking between me and a scared Robert who stood in the middle of the hallway, just in a towel, scratching the back of his head.

"It isn't what it looks like", I just said the probably most dumbest sentence ever.

This is a sentence for typical liars and cheaters.

She nodded, crossing her arms. Oh no, here comes the 'I'm-so-mad-at-you-but-I-act-like-I-care-about-you'-lecture.

"Okay, I believe that Emma wasn't at home, but her parents were because I was there. And this explains everything", robert coughed, interrupting the awkward tension. "I'll be upstairs if you search me"

Suddenly my mom stood up, stomping with her feet. "No, gentleman. You'll stay here. Sit down!",

Ok, That's how an 45 year old woman talks with an 38 year old man. 

"You too", she almost yelled at me, patting to the seat next to Robert. Although I didn't want to sit next to him, I should save him from this crazy woman. 

"Ok, who wants to begin? Let's go with the oldest. Mr. Downhai, right?", He looked at her, brows furrowed "It's Mr. Downey", she bit her lip from the rage she had in her. Never, I repeat, never correct a mad woman.

"Ok, Mr. Downey..Who exactly are you, in what relationship are you with my daugther and why are you only in a towel?",

He breathed out, looking at me with an look I'd laugh at if it wasn't my mom. He looked as if he needed help, actually..more like he would rather slam his car in a tree.

"I'm Robert Downey Jr, I teach maths, biology and sports at your daughters school..I'm uhm..", he coughed lightly "I can't answer this question, ask your daughter here.", he looked at me, rather mad. "I'm only in a towel because I was in the shower.", "alone, I suppose?", "Yes", she breathed out of relief, crossing her legs.

"Ok, zoey. Mr. Downey here said-", "Robert", he said, smiling at my mom and then back at me, his smile fading.

What was his problem? Shouldn't I be the one that should look like this at him?

"We're uh...", suddenly Robert stood up, his towel almost falling. "We're together", he said, simply, going upstairs.

I couldn't make out moms expression, but it was somewhat between confused, shocked, maybe happy, worried and mad.  

"Did he just...you're...together?",

I stood up, almost stomping upstairs.

As I opened the door I saw Robert sitting on his bed, reading a book. "Why did you tell her the truth?!", I yelled, closing the door loud enough. He smirked, closing his book quietly. "Oh, so it's true now? We're together? Nice", I grunted and shoved him, rather tried because he was much stronger. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him down on the bed, still smirking. As he hovered over me I felt his hot breath against my neck. He was teasing again, wasn't he?

"It takes two to tango", he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He stood up, pulling on his jeans and went out of the bedroom, leaving me with one question;

It takes two to tango?

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ha. as if she'd be pregnant, thats to typical for a fanfiction.

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