you were a year older than robin, but you were everything to her. she felt like you gave her the entire world when you’d even glance her way

once in middle school, you’d asked who her crush was, she’d told you some random guys name, and you told her how to win him over. you gave her some lip gloss, a hair tie, and told her to kiss him

she was nervous, she’d never kissed anyone before. when she told you that, you invited her over for kissing lessons

these meetups for ‘kissing lessons’ became increasingly popular throughout your high school years, and now she was over at your house again, laying on your chest as she messed with your bracelet with her initial on it. you claimed it was a friendship bracelet even though it truly had more meaning than that

“darling?” you ask softly

her cheeks flushed, you’d always call her that “hm?” her voice was soft and raspy

“where do you want to live? like after high school?”

“i- um” she thought for a moment “somewhere near a body of water. i’d love to live along a quiet beach.”

“mmm yeah?” your hand began rubbing her side, gently slipping under her shirt, innocently “could i live there with you? we could have a three story house on the beach. wouldn’t that be lovely?”

her eyes lit up and her cheeks flushed even deeper “i yeah- it- it would”.

“do you ever want kids?” you ask softly

robin thought for a moment. “i’d never want to give birth, that doesn’t seem enjoyable.” you laughed softly at that “but i like kids, i think i could like being a mother.” she added