#oldman!robby

the waterworks have already started pooling in ur doe eyes and he sighs empathetically as he unbuckles his seatbelt and faces you, not being able to help himself and pressing a kiss to your wobbly lips.

"come on, honey. you're breaking your old man's heart. we gotta do this remember?"

you were a sniffling, trembling mess. arms wrapped around his as he strides confidently into the extraction area.

you didn't even care that people were staring at you as you sat crying in robby's lap in the waiting lounge. his soft voice that used to be comforting doing nothing as he coos and tries to distract you from your fear.

he accidentally makes eye contact with an old woman beside him who surprisingly gives him a sweet smile.

"some kids just don't grow out of it. mine was a handful like that too."

robby clears his throat, coughing to hide his embarrassment at being mistaken for your father. no matter how many times it happens, it still catches him off guard. a familiar fluster crawling up his neck and chest. he, instead, focuses on hugging you tightly and pressing your face on his neck when he hears your mumbles of objections at being called a brat.

thankfully, seconds later, your name was called and the tears immediately started falling.

"hi, that's us. i ... i gotta tell you, she's a fainter so I prefer to have her on my lap, just in case," robby explains to the phlebotomist who was thankfully very understanding. "and if possible, i hope i'm not being rude but, i need someone experienced. she has a difficult vein."

"of course," she smiles, looking at you. "no problem at all. i've been working here for 5 years."

"you hear that, sweetie? just a few seconds and a small pinch and we're outta here, okay?"

you nod through your tears, quickly scrambling into his lap and hiding your face on his neck as the woman prepares for the extraction because if you even get a look at the needle you know you would be passing out sooner rather than later.

"daddy ..." you whimper the moment the tourniquet was wrapped around your arm. the tightness of the rubber made you feel claustrophobic. "i hate it. i hate it so much."

"I know, i know. your being such a good girl. don't make it hard for the lady now, just keep your arm still. focus on my voice"

he helps position your arm and gives the signal to the woman as he secures your body into his.

with a sharp yelp he feels your arms threaten to strangle his neck as the phlebotomist makes quick work. thankfully finding the vein after a few difficult maneuvers.

"just listen to daddy, okay? you're being sooo good, honey. we're gonna get you that drink you like in starbucks, and i'm gonna take you shopping, remember? buy you the dress and bikini you wanted for a trip. maybe a new camera? the one you put on your wishlist? would you like that, honey?"

when he feels your hold lax, he knows you've already reached the end of your bravery and fully fainted in his arms, just as the woman says, "all done!"

when robby pulled you out of his neck he could see the loss of color on your face -- which would've worried him if it hadn't happened every year for the past 3 years you had been in a relationship.

"oh dear."

"it's alright, she'll be out for a few," he explains.

"do you want to lay her on the bed for a while or --"

he waves him off as best as he could. preparing his back as he hoists the two of you off the chair. "is it possible to get her results sent to her email. i'm a doctor and well, technically, her doctor."

the woman actually laughs and nods. "alright, we'll send it right out once it's done."

when you've come to, you were already laying down on the backseat of his car, head craddled in his lap as he prepares the chocolate cookie he had bought in advance for you to snack on.

you were still pouting, stray tears rolling down your cheeks that he quickly wipes away while you nibble on the sweet treat.

"i hate it when you make me do this," you whimper, and he chuckles, laying his arms on the seat so you can lean into his chest.

"I know, honey. i'm sorry but you know we had to."

" i hate you."

"hm"

"you're an ass."

"watch your mouth, baby. or you aren't getting that camera."