:::This is about a younger RDJ back in his 'bad' years:::
I sighed as I leaned against the side of the car waiting for my husband to come out. Robert walked out of the front doors of the jail looking smug until he saw my glare.
"Babe..." He started as he got closer but I cut him off
"Get in the damn car." I glared, jerked the car door open, got in and slammed it shut.
Robert got in quickly after me, "It won't ha-" I cut him off again
"Bull shit!" I growled as I pulled out of the Police parking lot and back on the main road, "Don't say another word Robert." I growled out
It was a little after four in the morning when I got the phone call. Robert had yet again got into trouble with the law and I had to go bail his ass out. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, my knuckles were white and I was doing my best to calm down. A few minutes later I pulled into the driveway, parked and got out slamming the door behind me and angrily unlocking the front door.
"Alex." Robert said walking after me but I ignored him and walking inside. "Babe come on, don't be like that." He said closing the door behind him as I continued on to our room. "I'm sorry! I swear it won't happen again!" He sincerely said from our bedroom doorway.
"I've heard that last time." I said as I sat on the bed and took off my shoes, "And the time before that. I've heard that so many times now Robert, I no longer believe you. It'll happen again and again and again!" I glared at him as I stood up and walked to the dresser pulling out my clothes for work.
"Would you just hear me out this time?" He asked walking towards me
I slammed the dresser drawer shut and turned to him with a glare, "What's your excuse this time? The guys made you do it? You thought you'd just have one round? A little sip and hit wouldn't hurt? Jesus, Robert this needs to stop!" I sighed
"I'm trying here." He slightly raised his voice
"Try harder!" I yelled then closed my eyes taking a deep breath. I opened them again and looked him the eye, "I need you to try harder. Go to rehab, do something but just stop with the substance abuse! Please!" I begged
"I don't need their help." He glared, "I can do it on my own."
"Oh yeah? How's that working out for you?" I glared back, "I've gotten a phone call every week to come get your ass out of jail. You get the high and mighty life of being an actor, I don't. I have to get up for work at six in the morning. I can't keep getting up at these early hours!"
"I'll call Anthony next time." He said like it was no big deal
I narrowed my eyes, "No." He looked at me confused, "It's time to start making changes. Either you clean up or get out. I am done dealing with this Robert. I can't do it anymore. I love you but I can't watch you slowly kill yourself. I just can't."
His eyes softened and he reached out for my hand but I pulled away, "Baby, you don't mean that."
"I do." I whispered looking at him seeing the shock and disbelief in his eyes, "Our lives are changing and you're not even ready for it."
"Our lives are fine, nothing is changing for us." He said placing his hands on my arms
"Yes they are Robert!" I looked at him, "Our lives are going to be changed forever and it's the biggest thing for us. You're just too caught up in your own little world to realize it."
"What are you saying?" He questioned
"I'm pregnant." I stared him in the eyes and placed his hand on my growing, very noticeable baby bump. Okay, it's only noticeable when I wear the tight shirts. Lately, since I started showing, I've been wearing loose tops so Robert wouldn't notice. "I've known for a few months now but I could never find the right time to tell you because you haven't been you."
His eyes lit up and he placed his other hand on my baby bump, "I'm going to be a dad!" He whispered excited
"No." I whispered and he looked at me confused. "Not unless you clean up your act and stop with the drinking and drugs."
"You know I can't...." He whispered and I could see in his eyes that he was starting to piece what I was saying together. He shook his head, "No... No, you don't mean it."
I took a deep breath as my heart beat faster yet slowly dropped and broke at my next words, "If you're not going to clean up then..... Then get out." My voice cracked at the end
Robert shook his head desperately trying to plead with me, "Please, Alex, baby you don't mean it. You don't want me to leave. I can't leave. I can't leave you. Especially not now." His eyes pleaded with me but I could also see the need and want of the life he was currently living.
I removed his hands from me and stepped to the door holding it open, "You can sleep on the couch but I want you gone by the time I get home from work."
Robert just looked at me for a moment then walked out of the room and I closed the door behind him. I took a deep breath and laid on the bed getting at least another hour or two in before I had to get up. Work dragged on as usual. My co-workers fawned over my, in their words, cute baby bump and planned my baby shower. But the entire time all I could think about was Robert. My sweet, caring, handsome husband. When we met he was clean. He was clean during the duration of us dating and even in the beginning of our marriage. I don't know what caused him to turn to drinking and drugs and I don't think I ever will.
A small part of me wanted him gone. I was tired of dealing with his behavior and alcohol and drug abuse. I was tired of the arrests, the jail time, the brief rehab stints that didn't work and everything else. Especially the bad publicity. He was throwing his career away. His life, our life. But the rest of me wanted him to stay and fight to keep me. I may be tired of everything but I loved him like crazy. I wanted him to choose to get clean, to choose me and our unborn baby.
But as I walked into our house after work, my heart fully dropped as it crumbled into a million pieces. Robert was gone. He had taken some of his things and left. No note telling me where he'd gone, if he was coming back, bye, he loves me. Nothing. This is what I wanted. It's what I wanted right?
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"This is stupid!" I groaned leaning back against the couch. I was now seven months pregnant and I had learned that I was having a little boy.
"No, you think it's stupid." My friend and co-worker, Aurora, said from the other end of the couch. "I think it's a cute idea! I mean come on, how cute will he look wearing this custom onsie from his auntie Ro?" She grinned holding up a black onsie that said:
"Little Robert Downey Jr
Looks from dad
Brains from mom
Don't give a fuck attitude from both"
I looked at her as I rubbed my protruding belly, "You do know he's not gonna be named after his dad and grandpa." She nodded with a 'duh' look, "Yet you put 'little Robert Downey Jr' on it why?"
"Because he's gonna have his dad's super handsome good looks!" Rory said "Duh! Plus, I didn't want to put his name on it because it wouldn't be fun."
I sighed, "Only because your my bestie."
She grinned and threw her hands in the air then got serious, "Have you heard from him?" She asked softly
I shook my head looking down, "Not from him directly. He gets updates on me and the baby. I know he has someone following me so he knows my every move." I sighed, "Last I heard from the news was he was arrested again and in jail."
"Do you ever think it'd be different if you'd let him stay?" I nodded, "I mean he was excited he was going to be a dad. Maybe that's all he needed to change." She hesitated for a moment and I looked over at her "Do you want him back?" She asked quietly looking at me
"More than anything." I whispered giving her a small, sad smile
