Meet again {Robert Downey Jr Fanfiction} | sequel to Mister

Frozen

Robert carried me to bed and talked to me softly until I fell asleep. When I woke up later in the night and went downstairs to grab something to drink I saw Robert and my mother sitting on our couch talking to each other. I couldn't quite make out what they were exactly talking about but by their tone and three empty bottles of wine I could tell that they were getting along. Finally. Unnoticed by them I then went upstairs again getting to sleep again.

I was woken by Robert getting to bed, he was tipsy and struggled taking of his clothing.

"Robert?" I whispered.

"Love?" He answer, his words slightly slurred. In the dark I couldn't make out where exactly he was standing or what his expression was.

"You can turn on the lights if that helps."

"Nooo." I giggled.

"Got it." I heard him say proudly. Then the mattress next to me bend down and the blanket was lifted following by his arm wrapping around my waist.

"You literally smell like a bottle of wine." I giggled again.

"Yeah..." He mumbled from behind tiredly.

"What did you and mom talk about?" I turned around in his arms to face him though I could only see the sparkle of reflected light in his chocolate eyes.

"This and that." He yawned.

"I think she is starting to like me again."

The next day I felt a lot better though I felt different. Robert went to work completely hungover, he is a lightweight when it comes to drinking.

Right now I was sitting at the breakfast table with my mom.

"So I take it that you and Robert finally get along?" I asked while putting some stuff on my toast.

"He's a nice man. You know I overreacted. I think he treats you very well, he's putting a lot of effort in the relationship, I mean he's basically moved in at this point. And when he's not here you're with him at his or somewhere else. I can get used to him but it's weird that he is four years older than me..." My mom looked at me, I was satisfied with her answer and smiled to her taking a great bite of my toast.

"So cucumber-strawberry-jam-toast is the new thing then? Is it like some weird food trend?" My mom asked laughing with her eyes on my toast. It was only then that all the effort Robert actually put into getting along with my mother was undone.

"This fucking son of a bitch!" My mother shouted furiously.

"What?" I stated confused.

"We are going to the doctor now!" She grabbed my hand basically dragged me into the car.

"Mom what the hell?"

"Your Robert is gonna have a big problem if I think it's true."

"Mom? What is it!" I yelled back at her now.

"When were you on your period the last time?" Oh. OH. I started to think. Actually it was before Rob and I met again.

"4 weeks? Maybe even more..." I stuttered. Mom sighed.

"But I swear we used protection! Every time I can recall!"

"Well what times can't you recall?" What? I recall every time... except for the first time. Truth be told I barely remember anything of that night.

"The night we met."

Long story short, the doctor confirmed my pregnancy with me being in the fifth week. Fucking five weeks pregnant and we didn't notice. Option and recommendation: Abortion.

We were on our ride home, the car was filled with deadly silence. I didn't cry but I also wasn't happy, I was just overwhelmed? I was kinda numb but the word pregnant ran through my head the entire time. I was carrying his baby. I was carrying Roberts baby.

"Call him." Mom said sternly.

"Okay." Is all I mumbled before I dialed his number. It didn't take long for him to take the phone.

"Robert?" I muttered quietly into the phone with a horrible guilt suddenly overcoming me.

"Amber are you okay?" His worried voice came through the phone. And then the tears came back.

"N-No. Can you please come to my house? Now? Please Robert?" I cried into my phone.

"I'll be there in a sec." Then he hung up.

5 minutes later we arrived at my house, Robert was already nervously pacing up and down the driveway waiting for me when he spotted our car he ran over to me opening the door for me and helping me out carefully. I grabbed him like my life was depending on it.

"Robert! Get the fuck off my daughter." My mom ordered slamming the car door shut.

"What? Why?" He stammered still holding me, pressing me to his chest I was holding onto so dearly.

"Why?" She laughed out loud.

"Because you got her fucking pregnant. She is just a kid!" And the world stopped turning. I could feel it. His body tensed, he stopped stroking through my hair and he even stopped breathing.

My vision was blurred by tears and everything I could hear added up to one big silence. My mum grabbed me by the waist, aggressively trying to pull me away from my Robert. I screamed or at least I think I did and held onto his shirt for my dear life. He held me. His first and only reaction was to hold me not daring handing me to my mother. But neither mom wouldn't let go either.

"Let go of her Robert! She isn't yours and she'll never be! I'll make sure you end up in prison." Her voice was so streaking high and loud it passed through the curtain of mumbled sounds and screams that surrounded me. I was panicking. Both their hands were on my. They were fighting over me, over me and the kid. But all I wanted was Robert, I didn't want to go to mom, she'd never let me see him again. No she'd put him in prison like she threatened. Child or not, I couldn't do that to him. Prison. His freedom just for this? No.

And so I let go, I slipped out of his arms and fell into my mom's. She pulled me to the door, unlocking it and pulling me in. All I could see was his face full of devastation, anger, sadness, disappointment, shock, just everything. He was still. His body frozen. Frozen like the world was now.

[A/N yeah sorry about that I'm a dramatic bitch]