My readers and fans are going to flip a chicken when they see this. I mean, seriously, if I were obsessed with a story I might tip a cow too if a sequel came out! I've had several people mention writing a sequel to me, and I've had a few closer friends who know where I live (it makes a difference) beg me to write a sequel (or else). I suppose I finally decided I would. After consulting my #1 fan, Sydni, I decided that I really wanted to write this. Another part of me knew that I would all along, mainly because when I tried to start writing other stories, they just wouldn't work. I hadn't broken of myself from the characters in this story. I couldn't write about Delysia, or myself, or anyone because they weren't Giselle. I never properly let her go. I didn't set up the end of the story to make myself able to do so. I guess I'll just haven to keep writing until I'm ready to let her go.

And on a separate note. The first about 10 chapters of this story were already written before I finally posted any of it. This was for one reason and one reason only. I HAD NO TITLE! I wanted a title that would tie in to the original movie. And I also wanted one that fit the story I was writing, of course. In the end, I think the title I chose was very fitting indeed. In fact, I almost laughed at the irony! All my readers of TBOHEA complained about the end of the story and how there was no climax or main action. So, I ask you, readers, "You Want A Show? I'll GIVE You A Show!" (However I may change the title later on, completely depending upon how the story goes.)

I own none of the characters. The idea for Enchanted is completely the work of Walt Disney Studios, not me.

Chapter 1

"Baby mine don't you cry.

Baby mine dry your eye.

Rest your head close to my heart, never to part

Baby of mine."

Her sweet voice filled the room with its pureness and clarity. She slowly swayed to the music she was producing, smiling softly to herself. The baby in her arms hardly stirred, soothed by his mother's voice.

"Little one when you play,

Don't you mind what they say.

Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear

Baby of mine.

If they knew sweet little you,

They'd end up loving you too.

All those same people who scold you,

What they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your head to your toes,

You're not much goodness knows.

But you're so precious to me,

Cute as can be,

Baby of mine."

Giselle kissed the little boy's forehead, poor thing, too exhausted to keep his eyes open any longer. His red ringlets fell in a small halo around his head, and his pink lips pouted out, both features in contrast with his pale skin. Cooper had grown so much. He was getting so big. At least, it seemed this way to his parents. Truth be it, he was rather small for his age, most likely because of being so premature at birth. Of course, they all thought he would catch up before he turned a year old, but he was still just a little guy. Obviously taking after his mother in the aspect of size as well. Well, he was only 18 months old; he had the rest of his life to grow.

Silently padding across the nursery to Cooper's crib, Giselle gingerly laid him down and pulled up the baby guard. Her fingers brushed across his cheek before she stood to her full height and gracefully tiptoed from the room.

Her bare feet made no noise on the dark wooden floor of the apartment hallway, and she walked so lightly that one might not hear her even if they were listening very closely. Lights from the city filtered through a window into the dark apartment, a soft summer breeze blew through the propped open pane of glass. Giselle gently pushed the door to their bedroom open and slipped in, hoping not to wake her sleeping husband. The over-sized, t-shirt jersey of his made for a nice nightshirt in the summer since it got so hot, and she had taken to wearing it with nothing else but panties in the heat that this June had brought with it. Carefully climbing onto her side of the bed, Giselle slipped her bare legs beneath the thin sheets. Glancing at Robert's alarm clock, Giselle noted to herself that the next day when she could hardly keep herself awake, she could blame it on her son who kept her up until 11:56. Of course, it wasn't Cooper's fault she had kept him out too long the other night, hence tampering with his sleeping schedule.

With a deep and exhausted sigh, Giselle laid her head down on her pillow, facing Robert's bare back. She could almost feel the bags under her eyes as her eyelids drooped. Something kept her awake though, it seemed like hours that she was lying there, but when she slightly lifted her head to check the time it was only 11:59. Three minutes. Her fingers reached out to touch Robert's cool skin, tracing his shoulder blade and moving over his shoulder to his chest. She splayed her slender fingers in his chest hair and moved closer to him, almost spooning his body with her own. Giselle kissed his shoulder, her lips lingering on his skin before moving to his neck.

A grunt sounded from Robert's throat, and Giselle giggled quietly. She combed her fingers through his dark hair and softly kissed his head.

"Some people have to wake up in the morning, you know," Robert groaned, as he remained completely still, unwilling to establish being awake quite yet.

"Two…whole…years," Giselle whispered between kissing his head, moving to the nape of his neck.

"Already?" he grunted.

"Yep," Giselle smiled, looking to the clock again, which now read 12:02.

"You sure? Maybe you've got the dates mixed up," Robert buried his face in his pillow, his voice muffled.

"I can't believe it's been this long already, it hardly feels like two years at all," she tilted her head in her own wonderment before kissing his shoulder again, gently sucking on his skin.

"You keep that up and I'm going to have the entire office staring at me awkwardlyfor a week," Robert's muffled voice came from the pillow again.

"No," Giselle whispered fondly, kissing the red skin where her lips had just been, "None of that."

"Any more hickeys and it'll look like you've been smacking me with a baseball bat," he added.

"Two years, Robbie…," Giselle sucked on his neck.

"You're not gonna quit until I'm up, are you?" Robert sighed.

"Two years," she nibbled at his ear.

Robert grumbled and turned over to face her in the dark. She smiled at him with a joy that he never could completely understand. Her wide eyes gleamed, and yet were somewhat jaded at the same time. The ever-present love that she possessed swelled, and he knew it. He knew how she was feeling and why she felt this way. It was impossible to resist her any longer after he met her eyes.

"You haven't changed a bit, you know that?" Robert whispered softly.

"I'm sure there's something different about me, your memory's just a little rough," she kissed his nose lightly, her lips brushing away again.

"Happy anniversary, honey," Robert smiled, "It's been two years, if you were gonna leave I'm pretty sure you would have high-tailed it by now."

"I love you," Giselle giggled as she kissed his lips, gently at first, but more intensely when he pulled her closer with his hand on the small of her back. Her fingers wound in his hair and played with the curl at the nape of his neck. She felt his hand slide under her shirt just as a whimpering started from the baby monitor. "Right now?" Giselle groaned, pulling away to go take care of it.

"I'll get him, babe," Robert caught her arm.

"Angel," Giselle let out a sigh of relief and kissed Robert's cheek before letting him go.

"Ah, well, I figure that two years of dealing with him in and out, you could use a break," Robert ran his fingers through her hair.

"Happy anniversary, darling," she smiled weakly, falling back into the bed and almost instantly forgetting about everything—all thoughts replaced by those of pure exhaustion. If anything, thoughts of the down pillow immediately becoming her best friend filled her brain.

Robert paused, watching her as she lay with her eyes closed. It was beyond him whether she was already asleep or not, but God was she beautiful. He almost couldn't believe he had already been married to that gorgeous creature for two years. It was true, Robert Phillip really was the luckiest man on the face of the planet. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

I didn't think it needed a terribly long beginning. I just wanted to catch my previous readers' attention. Hold on, you're in for a ride!