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(this takes place in the past because I had an idea so flashback to around when Gabriel was born)
Seven minutes in heaven, the kids called it. Robin preferred “I’m too freaking old for this,” but they had cheered so aggressively when Robin finally gave into their request for her to participate, so now here she was, in a closet, with Flynn Cross.
“So we’re supposed to kiss?” Robin asked, looking at the other man, his face highlighted only by the slats in the door. He shrugged. “For seven minutes?” She smirked and took a step toward him, placing a quick peck on his lips. She pulled back, a quiet laugh shaking her body. He smiled too. “How’s Lake?” she asked.
“Good, good,” Flynn said, “Home with Gabe.”
“And Gabe’s hands are unclenching?” Robin prodded further.
“Yeah,” Flynn said, his grin increasing, “The little guy can give me a high five now.”
“That’s amazing,” Robin said, and gave him a quick squeeze from the side, the most they could do in the cramped space.
“Hey, old farts!” A voice came from the outside, “You’re doing it wrong!”
“Well, they’re not doing it, that’s the problem,” another voice said. Robin recognized that voice.
“Garnet,” Robin raised her voice, “I swear to the stars you do not want to continue with that train of thought!”
