A/N: This is my first Enchanted fanfic it's set right after the movie ends. Please enjoy and review.

It had been the strangest, most horrible, magical, and wonderful night of Robert Philip's life and one he would never forget. The awe of it all wasn't even doused by the hours of questioning from the NYPD as he tried to explain that he didn't know anything about the 30 foot dragon that had taken him hostage. And really he didn't, he knew about as much as any of the spectators at the ball, of course it took time to convince the police of that. That's why he was just now arriving home, just before 5:30 in the morning. Robert unlocked the door to his apartment, still surprised that after being dangled a hundred stories in the air in the pouring rain he hadn't lost his wallet or his keys, he held the door open for Giselle to follow. He immediately woke up the baby-sitter who had been dosing of on the couch; she had been prepared to stay all night taking care of Morgan as per Nancy's instructions. He almost felt guilty for waking her up and asking her to leave at that time; almost but not quite, the sun was rising and he didn't live in a bad neighborhood and he knew she lived just a couple of buildings away. It took the girl almost no time at all to fully wake up and gather her things to leave, before letting Robert know that Morgan was asleep in her room and had finished all her homework. If the young baby-sitter was at all fazed, by Roberts arrival when he wasn't expected until tomorrow, by the beautiful redhead trailing behind him though she knew he had left with his long time girlfriend, Nancy, or by their disheveled appearance, she never showed it.

After Morgan's baby-sitter had left Robert turned to face Giselle, looked into her beautiful blue eyes and tilted her chin up with his index finger as he lowered his face to hers for a gentle kiss which she returned.

"Are you okay?" Robert asked as soon as the kiss ended.

"Oh yes, I'm excellent," Giselle replied with a dreamy expression in her eyes, "I'm just tired," she said as she tried to stifle a small yawn.

"It's been quite a night, hasn't it?"

"It has," Giselle replied trying to stifle another yawn.

"Come on," Robert said as he took Giselle's hand and guided her to his room.

Once inside Giselle sat on Robert's bed as he looked through his drawers for a some clean pajamas for both him and Giselle. He picked out a white and blue pinstriped set that he never wore for Giselle and settled on his very well worn pair of navy sweatpants and a gray v-neck t-shirt for himself.

"Here Giselle, you can wear this to sleep in tonight."

"Thank you, Robert," she replied in that sweet voice that only Giselle could manage without sounding cynical.

Maybe it was the late hour, maybe Robert was more tired than he realized or maybe he simply assumed that she would go into the bathroom to change but for whatever reason without even thinking he started to change into his sleepwear right there in front of Giselle. Robert was in complete zombie mode, he didn't even stop to think until he had already changed into his sweats and was slipping his t-shirt up over his head. It was only when he pulled his t-shirt down into place that he noticed that Giselle had apparently followed in his example and was changing on the other side of his bed. She had already removed the her dress and was wearing the pajama bottoms, she didn't bother to unbutton the over sized shirt and was instead sliding it over her head. He realized that there was no logical way to wear a bra with that dress and in any case if she had it was surely off by now. So he just stared at her chest like pubescent teenage boy for the precious few seconds before she pulled the pajama shirt into place.

When she was done dressing she stood there with a satisfied smile like a child who had just successfully tied his own shoes for the first time and the most innocent look as if she hadn't just flashed him. What's more he was sure that she too probably saw him in nothing but his boxers but of course that didn't faze Giselle; nothing short of giant dragons, poisoned apples and maybe the idea of the loved ones being away from each other seemed to affect her cheery demeanor. Robert stood there and marveled at this amazing woman who he'd only begun to know. Then he saw as Giselle began to pick up the clothes they had just taken off.

"Giselle, honey, what are you doing?" Giselle didn't answer and just stared, smiling happily at Robert. He looked back at her confused, "what?"

"That's the first time you've called me honey."

"Yeah, I guess it is," he said now with a goofy smile of his own. "Don't you like it?"

"I like it very much actually."

"Good." Robert said as he stared into the eyes the woman that was so jovially staring into his.

Robert wondered what was happening to him. He was a cynical, hard edged New Yorker and three days with this woman had turned him into a mushy romantic, just imagine what a lifetime could do.

"So, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm taking our clothes to the drier. They're still damp." Giselle stated in a very matter of fact way and Robert couldn't help but chuckle.

"Giselle, just leave them till morning, it's late."

"But it is morning, Robert. Very early in the morning in fact, the sun just came up."

"Well, for those of us who haven't slept it is very, very late," Robert said as he started to turn down the covers and climb into bed.

Giselle agreed without any words, she just simply set the clothes down in a neat pile and climbed into bed next to Robert, unlike earlier when she undressed this did not surprise him at all. It seems that as soon as they'd walked past the apartment door there was an unspoken agreement that they wanted be in the same bed and in each others arms as they slept. How they would deal with tomorrow, what they would say to Morgan when she woke up, how their new lives where going to play out, how anything at all was going to work now would be left for a later time, at this very moment none of it seemed more important than holding Giselle in his arms.

Giselle laid close to Robert with her arm across his torso and her head lying on his chest as Robert hugged her to his body and rested his chin on top her head.

"I love you, Robert."

"I love you too, good night."

"Good night, I hope you have pleasant dreams," and with that they both drifted off into some well deserved slumber.