OMG!! Sometimes people make me so…they make me so! They make me so—so ANGRY!! Amy Adams was nominated for 3 MTV Movie awards and didn't win any of them!! She deserved every single one! She definitely deserved Best Female Performance, and she sooo deserved Best Comedic Performance (both for none other than Enchanted). And she and Patrick Dempsey SOOO deserved Best Kiss (for Enchanted…duh!) I can't believe she didn't win ANY of them!! ARG!!
I own none of the characters. The idea for Enchanted is completely the work of Walt Disney studios not me
Chapter 49: Nothing Like You
Robert woke in the middle of the night to the sound of retching. Never something pleasant to wake up to. He rolled off the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. The bathroom was dark so he knew that Giselle was probably in such a rush to get to the toilet that she hadn't flipped the lights on. He put his hand on the wall and searched for the switch until the room was filled with light. On the floor, Giselle was squatting in front of the toilet crying.
Instantly jumping into action, he went to her side and pulled her hair back. With his other hand he grabbed a ponytail off the top of the mirror and tied Giselle's hair up with it. "You're okay, it's alright," he tried to comfort her as he wet a rag in the sink and squeezed it out before wiping her face of with it. Robert pulled her to her feet and held her close to his chest. He pat her back and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. I can take care off you, it doesn't bother me."
Giselle sniffed and leaned back in his arms, "It-it doesn't?"
"Of course not! I love you Giselle," Robert said then chortled a bit, "And I don't mind cleaning up your puke if it makes you happy."
Laughing a bit, Giselle wiped her eyes, "Well, it doesn't really make me happy to know that I'm making you clean up my undigested meals. But if you're happy to do it then I suppose I can't stop you."
Robert laughed and kissed her forehead, "Any day my dear, any day for you."
Smiling brightly up at him she gave a little half laugh, "You always know what to say to make me feel better."
"Well, I guess I might not be your 'prince charming' but I do have my way with words," Robert said.
"Oh, but you are my prince," Giselle giggled.
"Really?" Robert asked rhetorically, then scooped her off her feet.
Giselle lifted her hand to her mouth, feeling a churning in her stomach again. Though she doubted she had anything left to throw up even if he stomach convulsed.
"Are you okay?" Robert asked, his eyes glinting with worry.
She lowered her hand slowly, "I'll be okay."
"Good," Robert said, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "You better get back to your sleep then," he whispered, walking out of the bathroom with her still in his arms. Carefully he used one hand to turn the lights off again before walking back down the hall and into their room. Robert gently laid Giselle on their bed kissing her.
Giselle wrapped her arms around his neck so that he couldn't go. He resented and continued to kiss her softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over her. She finally let him go, but he rested his hand on her cheek and looked down into her blue eyes in the darkness. She smiled up at him, "Good night."
"Good night," Robert whispered. He stood and walked around to the other side of the bed and got in, inching closer to Giselle. Robert pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you," he whispered in her ear.
Giselle smiled in the darkness, "I love you too."
"Even when you're sick," Robert said, kissing her neck, "You are always beautiful to me."
"You are not going to work," Robert said.
"I'm okay, really," Giselle said as she made grits for breakfast, stirring them in a pot over the stove.
"No, you're not," Robert insisted, "You're not going to work. You're just going to get them sick too! Giselle, you know very well that you shouldn't go."
"Come on Robert, I can take care of myself. Let me do something," Giselle pleaded as she reached across him to grab a ladle.
"Do whatever you want here, but you're not going to the studio," Robert said, kissing her cheek.
"Robert," Giselle said hesitantly looking him in the eye and putting on her sad face, "please."
"No," Robert said, though he still smiled at her, "Honey, I love you, you know that. But you are my wife, and I want what is best for you. Whether you know what that is or not."
Giselle sighed with discontent, "So you think what is best for me is caging me up like a bird in this small apartment."
"That is not what I'm doing!" Robert objected.
"Oh yes it is! You might as well glue me to a chair," Giselle said as she got three bowls out and began to scoop the warm cereal into them.
"Why not?" Robert smiled, kissing Giselle's cheek.
Giselle scowled at him and took the three bowls to the table. Morgan was sitting in the living room watching television and scurried to the table when she heard the clank of the dishes against the wooden table. "Hey Sweetie, I'm staying home today, so you don't have to go over to Bethany's," Giselle said as she sat down.
"Really?" Morgan exclaimed.
"Yep," Giselle said smiling, "I'm sick so your father is making me stay." She cast a look at Robert over her shoulder.
"Oh," Morgan sighed, obviously disappointed.
"But I'm still going to the studio," Robert said, "I've got stuff to take care of. I'll probably be back earlier than usual though."
"Now what do you have to take care of at work?" Giselle questioned.
"Just stuff, you know," Robert said, between shoveling grits into his mouth.
Giselle put her spoon down, "Would you slow down? You haven't got any reason to be in a hurry today."
"I just want to get there, get it done, and get home to you," Robert said as he ate one more spoonful before getting up and disappearing into the kitchen.
"I'll be fine!" Giselle called into the kitchen.
He came back into the dining room and kissed her cheek, "I don't doubt it for a second." Robert walked around the table and kissed Morgan's cheek.
"Bye Daddy," Morgan said as he went down the hall and towards the door.
"Love you!" Robert called before he shut the door.
Giselle sighed and took her half-hearted first bite of the breakfast she had made. Before long she had finished all of her bowl of grits and went into the kitchen to clean the dishes. Morgan went back to watching cartoons while her mom was busy.
After the bowls and silverware were put away, Giselle went into the living room and sat on the couch next to Morgan. "What are you watching?"
"Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends," Morgan said, her eyes glued to the television.
"What's that about?" Giselle asked.
"Well, there's Bloo and Mac. Bloo is Mac's imaginary friend and he lives at Madame Foster's home for imaginary friends. He has a lot of other imaginary friends that he is friends with. Mac comes and sees Bloo everyday. Stuff like that," Morgan explained the show to her mom.
Giselle listened intently at first, then her stomach started churning and she only heard half of what Morgan said. She nodded anyway, but a second later she was off the couch and in the bathroom. Giselle barely made it to the toilet before barfing.
Morgan's eyes followed her mom down the hallway, she pushed herself further into the couch. She hated this. Why did her mom always have to get sick? It didn't make sense to her.
Giselle stood up again and wiped her face off with the wash cloth before flushing the toilet. She shuddered and bent back over the toilet again, hurling the rest of her breakfast. It hurt so bad, her throat was burning and her stomach felt like it was twisted in a knot. Her stomach finally quit convulsing and she stood up again. After wiping her face off and flushing the toilet for the second time she went out into the hall. Giselle took a deep breath and leaned against the wall for a second or two before going out into living room.
"Mommy?" Morgan said as Giselle sat on the couch next to her again, still a bit shaky.
"Yeah Sweetie?" Giselle asked looking at the little girl, who could no longer focus on the television.
"Are you really sick again, like you were before?" Morgan asked, somewhat hesitantly.
"Oh Morgan, I don't know, I really don't know," Giselle said, pulling Morgan into her lap.
Morgan hugged Giselle and clung to her, "I don't want you to be sick."
"Me neither," Giselle said, combing her fingers through Morgan's hair, "Me neither."
"Why is Daddy hurrying to get to work?" Morgan asked. Sometimes the little girl was so full of questions that you finally had to stop answering. But that was only sometimes.
"He has work to get done just like I do and the way you do when you have school," Giselle explained.
Morgan was quiet for a long time after that, resting her head on Giselle's shoulder. She must have been deep in thought about a lot of different things because when she did speak up again, the only thing she said was, "I love you Mommy."
"I love you too, Morgan," Giselle said, giving the little girl a squeeze. She hoped with all her might that she would get better. It wasn't a difficult task to notice that Morgan obviously disliked when Giselle was sick, and it wasn't ever any walk in the park for Robert either. Not to mention that Giselle hated it.
Robert walked through the front door of the studio, Mia and Sarah looked over at him from what they were doing. "Where's Giselle?" Sarah asked.
"She's not going to be in today," Robert said as he walked over to his desk.
"Don't tell me she's still sick again," Mia groaned.
"I wish I could tell you she wasn't," Robert sighed as he automatically braced himself to deal with all the bills that they couldn't afford.
"What is it this time?" Mia mused.
"Well, it started last night when she threw up the spaghetti she made. But then she hurled again in the middle of the night and I refused to let her come," Robert explained.
"Oh how fun!" Sarah exclaimed sarcastically.
"What is all that crap on your desk?" Mia asked as she held a roll of fabric next to another, seeing if they would go well together.
"Bills…tons of bills that we can't afford to pay!" Robert said, throwing his hands in the air and laughing in the manor you do when it is the most serious and not funny situation.
"What are you going to do about them?" Mia asked.
"And more importantly, does Giselle know about them?" Sarah added.
"Of course she doesn't know! How can I tell her that we are about to be in extreme financial trouble when we just got married a few weeks ago? You two have no idea," Robert said loudly.
Mia and Sarah looked at each other before Mia said, "Umm, Robert? I think we do. We live in New York too and have that sort of thing to worry about just the same. In a way, you have it better than us. You and Giselle have each other, but we have no one."
Sarah looked down at the cutting table uncomfortably, "Actually…"
"You are not," Mia said.
Robert looked at the two of them, completely clueless as to what they were talking about.
"I'm sorry! I know I agreed to stay away from him because you went out for a really long time, but Mia! Understand, it's not all my fault!" Sarah objected.
"How could you?" Mia exclaimed, slamming the rolls of fabric on the cutting table.
"Who are you talking about?" Robert interrupted.
"Only my ex-fiancé, Eric Johnston, who Sarah swore to stay away from," Mia said, her eyes narrowing on Sarah.
"I'm sorry!" Sarah pleaded.
"Give me a break, you are not," Mia said walking around Sarah, knocking into her shoulder.
Robert looked down at the pile of bills on his desk and said under his breath, "Females…maybe there is a reason I gave up on them for awhile."
"What was that?" Sarah asked, obviously having caught some of what Robert said.
"Nothing!" Robert called as he tried to get focused on his work.
"What? What did he say?" Mia asked, suddenly interested.
"Yeah, what did you say?" Sarah insisted.
Robert sighed heavily and looked up at them one last time, "You really want to know?"
"Well…yeah!" Mia said.
"I said…that I'm just glad Giselle is nothing like you two," Robert said.
Sarah and Mia looked at each other sheepishly, and they didn't talk again for quite awhile.
I cannot believe she didn't win anything!! I LOVE HER!! And I voted for her like three times on all of them! (the trick is to go on your friend's computers and vote from there) ARGGG!!
