A/N: Sorry that it took me so long to post the new chapter I intended to have it done days ago but real life got in the way. In my defense this chapter is a bit longer. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and to everyone who's reading and not reviewing, which according to the hits count is a lot, what are you waiting for show me some love. If you love it let me know, if you don't tell me why, and if you hate it lie to me ;P.

Robert really wasn't trying to avoid answering Giselle's questions he was really just hungry, really. This is what he kept telling himself as he and Giselle walked the few blocks to Ray's Dinner and Deli. The walk over had been very uncomfortable for Robert she just kept looking at him in a way that seemed to say that she was still expecting him to answer all of her inquiries. He was glad when they finally made it inside and began talking about food instead. Giselle didn't know what to order so she allowed Robert to order for her, he got them both a pastrami with Swiss on the house bread with lettuce, tomato, red onions and Ray's special sauce.

"Oh, this is delicious," Giselle exclaimed as she took a bite. "What do you call this?" She hadn't really been paying attention when he was ordering, choosing instead to take in her surroundings.

"I call this a pastrami and Swiss with the works," Robert said grinning.

"What's pastrami?" she asked taking another bite.

"It's a cut of beef seasoned a special way to keep it from spoiling and that special seasoning its what makes it taste so good."

"It certainly is tasty," she said in muffled words with a mouth half filled with food.

"Wow you're hungry." It surprised him to watch her eat like that most women he knew were very concerned with what they ate and even how they ate, especially if someone was watching. Giselle, however, didn't seem to care as she ravenously attacked her food. The whole thing held a strange sex appeal for him.

"Mmhmm," she agreed trying to swallow yet another bite. "I'm not usually very hungry, or at least I wasn't in Andalasia but here I am. Everything is just so yummy."

Robert began to wonder what Giselle ate when she lived in Andalasia. The way she talked about her animal friends he seriously doubted she ever ate any living thing in the woods. For her, hunting anything at all would be the same tragic equivalent of killing Bambi's mother. Hell, she probably knew Bambi's mother. Yet there she was digging into pure American beef. "You know Giselle I'm surprised that you eat meat I half expected you to be outraged and bring up a story about your talking cow friend"

"Cows don't talk Robert," she stated very seriously.

"Right, just chipmunks."

"People talk, mystical beings can talk and of course woodland creatures can talk. I've also heard of enchanted furniture being able to talk. Cows aren't any of those so they can't talk unless of course they're enchanted."

"Of course," He was being a sarcastic jerk and he knew it.

"You don't mean that."

"What?"

"You're saying 'of course' but that's not what you really mean. I don't understand that about this land, no one says what they really feel. Most people aren't like that in Andalasia; things are so much simpler there." She said this with a sort of righteous indignation.

"Do you wish that you left with Edward?"

"What?" The question caught them both off guard.

"Its ok if you do, it's a very difficult decision to make in such short notice. And you make Andalasia sound like such an Utopia, I couldn't imagine that having some time to think about it you would chose New York over that. Plus what about your family, I can't expect you to give them up. Do they even know where you are or that you're ok? Won't they miss you? Won't you miss them?"

"Robert! I am so very happy I stayed. Yes, it was a difficult decision when I thought about losing everything I knew but then I thought about losing you and Morgan and the choice was simple. Andalasia is a wonderful place but New York is just as wonderful, it's just different."

"What about your family?"

"I don't have any. Except for my animal friends of course and I'm sure Pip has told them all about our wonderful adventure."

"What happened to your family?"

"My mother died when I was very young, I don't really remember much about her and my father died a few years after that, him I remember very well."

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

She was upset; obviously the memory of her dead parents still upset her. He was angry at himself for even bringing it up, it was his fault she was sad and he hated it. But Robert just couldn't help himself, he had to ask. What if she woke up one morning and regretted everything? It was one of his worst fears, for her to realize that she didn't consider him her true love after all. It was sad really, he'd only known her for four days and he already dreaded a life without her. And now because of his stupid fears and insecurities she was hurting.

They finished their meal in silence, she needed time and he understood. When they left the diner they walked back to the park. Robert noticed that the sadness in Giselle's eyes was beginning to fade away. He wanted to see them twinkle again; to see her smile and be happy, so he started blurting out whatever came to mind.

"Dates are for getting to know each other."

"Yes, I know. You've told me that." Not exactly the reaction he had been hoping for.

"I don't really know much about you." He knew next to nothing about her really, other than he loved her. "Well you're welcomed to ask anything you'd like, I'd be happy to answer." This time she grinned and he felt encouraged by it.

"Ok let's see," there were many things he didn't know about her, but he wanted to ask something unlikely to bring up a bad memory. "What's your last name?"

"I don't know, I don't think I have one."

"Everyone has a last name."

"Not in Andalasia."

"Right, we need to do something that. You can't just go through life without a last name." He hadn't really thought about any of that. How was she going to get through life without a last name? She definitely didn't have a last name or even a tax id, hell, she didn't even have a place of birth or at least not one that would be accepted anywhere. Robert started to make a mental note of all the shady acquaintances he had made over the years that could probably get Giselle a fake identity. He had to think this through careful, any little mistake and he could probably get disbarred. The wheels in his mind started turning as he began to think of what a monumental task this was going to be. For any regular person maintaining a false identity would be hard but for Giselle, he couldn't even begin to imagine how difficult it would be for her. She was so naïve in so many ways; he couldn't really see her lying constantly and being ok with that. The best way was probably to keep everything as close to the truth as possible, assuming that it was even possible. Using her real name, at least her first name since she didn't seem to have a last name, other things like her real birthday. Of course if she didn't have a last name then it was entirely possible that she also didn't have a birthday.

"Robert where's Morgan's mother, what happened to her?" The question hit him like a ton of bricks. He was so deep in thought that he didn't even realize Giselle had spoken at first. He never talks about her to anyone. He says that she's left and most people just accept that without any further probing but Giselle wasn't most people. Giselle's big blue eyes looked at him expectantly and slightly worried that maybe she had crossed some boundary by asking such a personal question. Robert decided at that moment that if he was going to attempt having a relationship with Giselle then he was going to have to be open and honest with her, but those kinds of things were always easier said than done for Robert, still he tried.

"I'm not sure where she's living right now but I'm pretty sure she's still in the city though. As for what happened... Um... Well one day I woke up and she was gone."

"And she never came back?"

"No, she came back and I was so happy that I let her. She said 'I'm sorry' and I forgave her. A couple of months later she left again. After that, she kept leaving and coming back and I kept forgiving her. I would wait for her to come back because I knew she would. Until one time, she left for longer than she ever had before. I began to think that maybe this time she wouldn't come back. It made me realize what she was doing to me and to Morgan. After that I couldn't forgive her, when she finally did come back, I couldn't let her stay with us knowing that she was just going to leave again. After that I filed for divorce and sued for full custody of Morgan, she didn't even put up a fight." Saying it all aloud felt like a weight was being lifted from him.

"What does all of that mean, divorce and Morgan's custody?"

"Well divorce is what the Banks were going to do they day I took you to my office."

"When you separate from your true love for ever and ever?" Giselle said it with the same sadness that she had that day in his office.

"It's when you separate from your spouse, who isn't always your true love. That's why divorce exists. People realize they didn't marry their true love and they get a divorce so that they're no longer married and are free to find their real true love."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"And I have full custody of Morgan which means that while she's still young enough to need someone to take care of her then I am the only one responsible for making any decisions on her behalf. As long as I'm taking care of her, then no one can take her away from me, not even her mother."

"Does all that mean she can't see Morgan anymore?"

"She has visitation rights every other weekend. Sometimes she comes and sometimes she doesn't. My heart breaks for Morgan every time she doesn't show."

"Is she always very sad?" He could see that Giselle's heart was breaking for Morgan and it touched him to know that this woman already loved his daughter so much.

"She used to be at first but now she just doesn't seem to care anymore is like she doesn't expect for her to come. It's almost worse that way, to see your little girl be heartbroken to the point of ambivalence at such a young age."

"Morgan is very strong Robert. You've made her that way. Her mother has no idea what she's missing out on."

"Thank you, Giselle, for listening. I never talk to anyone about this it's usually really hard for me, but not with you. Thank you." With those words he leaned in for a kiss.

It started out gently at first just a light caress of his lips to hers then his lips parted and so did hers. He brought his hands up to frame her face and hers rested gently on his forearm as he nibbled and sucked on her lower lip. Her arms wound around his neck as she let out a small moan, her fingers laced through his hair and held him firmly in place as if to say that she never wanted him to move from this spot or stop doing what he was doing. Robert pulled Giselle to him with one hand on her waist trying to get her as close to him as possible, the other hand still cupping her face. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, at first she simply let him but soon enough she began to reciprocate thrusting her on tongue into his mouth as well causing Robert to emit a small moan of his own.

Eventually the need for oxygen forced them apart. They stood there with their foreheads resting against each other her fingers drawing lazy circles at the nape of his neck and his one hand holding her close to him as the gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. Both struggled trying lower their heart rate and calm their labored breathing.

"I like kissing you, Robert," she said in a low whisper.

"Good, because I like kissing you too." He followed this with another, more restrained kiss.

"Robert?"

"Yes."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"What question is that?"

"Robert."

"Ok, ok, what do you want to know exactly?"

"I have a lot of questions."

"I was afraid of that. Like what?" He wasn't going to avoid this anymore, he was just going to try and make this as quick and painless as possible.

"That day, was that what Nancy thought we were doing?" Of course, she wasn't going to make this easy, he thought.

"Yes." Robert was sticking to one word answers. The fewer words the less follow up questions they were likely to invoke.

"So people who aren't married do that here?" He should've known that in Andalasia unmarried people would never have sex.

"Yes."

"Did you and Nancy ever do that?" Why couldn't she ever ask a simple question?

"Yes."

"So it doesn't matter if the other person isn't your true love?"

"Yes, it does."

"But, not always?" She knew he never felt very strongly about Nancy, he had practically told her so.

"No, I guess not always."

"Why not?"

"I don't know." He was trying to be as honest with her as he could but some questions he just couldn't answer.

"Do you want to do it with me?"

There it was, she was doing it again. That incredibly sexy- 'I'm oh so innocent but not really'- thing. Knowing Giselle, she probably was being perfectly innocent in her question, she genuinely just wanted to know. But there was just something about the way she looked at him when she asked that just made him believe that she was purposely trying to fluster him. Maybe he was seeing things where there weren't, maybe it was all just wishful thinking. "Yes."

"When?"

"When you're ready." It was the most honest answer he could think of. Maybe in her world the right answer would be when they're married but they hadn't even talked about marriage and he wasn't sure that he'd could really wait that long. But he would, if she asked him to he would wait for her. He just really hoped she wouldn't ask him to wait too long.

"When will I be ready?"

"I don't know, I can't decide that for you."

"Then how will I know?"

"You'll just know."