Bah! Everyone thinks she's preggo!! Maybe she is… maybe she isn't! But I sure do love that salsa! LOL! Get it? Prego…the salsa? Yeah, it's really could with Tostitos. Especially the lime Tostitos, those are really good! Chapter 50! WOOT! How about something extra extra long for being halfway to 100?
I own none of the characters. The idea for Enchanted is completely the work of Walt Disney studios not me.
Chapter 50: Pretty Darn Lucky
Giselle yawned as she walked down the hall wearing only a long t-shirt for pajamas. Morgan had been in bed for over and hour and Giselle had been lying awake in bed waiting for Robert. She peered into the living room to see him sitting there working on his laptop, still busy with whatever it was that had been bothering him so much lately. Giselle leaned against the wall and watched him typing furiously and angrily clicking on things for awhile, for he was completely oblivious to her being there.
"Honey, why don't you come to bed?" Giselle finally said softly.
Robert looked up from the screen of his laptop so jauntily that it almost fell out of his lap. "I can't, I have to take care of this," he said after he resituated it so it wouldn't fall.
"Do it later," Giselle said in her normal voice this time.
"I have to get it done," Robert insisted.
Giselle pushed herself off the wall and walked across the room towards him, "What are you doing that is so important?"
"Just…stuff," Robert sighed, closing the computer as she sat next to him.
Her eyes were full of worry and hurt. "I don't understand what you are trying to hide from me."
"It's nothing, really," Robert said, kissing her softly.
"No it's not, or else you wouldn't be hiding it," Giselle said, her eyes becoming watery.
"It's just work," Robert said simply, kissing her neck and putting his computer on the coffee table at the same time. He worked his way to her shoulder.
Giselle blinked and a tear fell into Robert's hair as she stared ahead. Then she said in a quiet, shaky voice, "You cannot seduce me into thinking everything is okay." She stood up and started back towards the hall. At the opening to the hallway she turned to face him and whispered, though she knew he could here her, "Just finish whatever it is you're doing."
Robert sighed as she disappeared back into the hall, he grabbed his laptop and turned it off. He went back to their room and found his way through the dark to their bed. It was quiet and he could just barely hear Giselle crying silently into the pillow. Pulling off his pants and shirt, left with only his boxers on, he climbed into bed. Robert propped himself up on his elbow by Giselle, he ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her head, though he knew it wasn't helping anything. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I would never hide anything from you."
Giselle turned over quickly to face him and angrily whispered, "Then what do you call this? Huh?"
"It's--."
"Nothing? Right? Nothing that your wife would care about? Nothing that would matter to me? Nothing that will affect me in any way? Well then why is it so important that I don't know?" Giselle said, purely livid now.
There was a long silence between them before Robert whispered, "Because there are a lot of bills. And we have to pay those bills. That is a lot of money. A lot of money…that we don't have. I need to be able to support you…Giselle, I have to take care of you. And I don't need you worrying that I won't be able to do that."
Giselle stared at him in the dark, her lip started trembling and as soon as the first tear hit the sheets she was bawling. Robert pulled her into his arms, kissing her head.
"I'm sorry Robert, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, you were fine without me ruining everything—I just…I should've left well enough alone. You were fine with Morgan, and being a lawyer…it's all my fault," Giselle whispered as she cried.
"No! No, no, no, no! That's not it at all! Honey, it's not your fault. I love you! Without you I would still be miserable, I need you. Don't you ever think that this is your fault, it's my fault. I should be reliable. You should be able to depend on me! I'm your husband, I own this apartment, not you. You shouldn't have to be the one who has to have the pressure of keeping us here, that should be me! If it's anyone's fault it's mine. This is my fault," Robert said quickly.
"Robert," Giselle cried quietly, "I hurt."
"What?" Robert asked, she had him worried now.
"My chest hurts," Giselle whispered.
His very first thought was breast cancer, then he thought of her chest pains. "What do you mean?"
"My breasts ache," Giselle whispered.
Robert's brow furrowed, trying to think clearly. What could be wrong with her now? He should probably take her to Dr. Hund tomorrow. But wait…she was throwing up everything, her breasts hurt, and were not to mention larger. Giselle wasn't sick.
"Robert?" Giselle whispered, worried by his silence.
"Dammit!" Robert swore loudly.
"What is it?" Giselle exclaimed, he was scaring her.
"I'm so stupid, I should have known better. I should have used protection! I know better. We don't have the money! At least not right now! We don't even have the money to support ourselves," Robert rambled aimlessly.
"Robert!" Giselle said loudly, he fell silent and she spoke again, "What is wrong with me?"
"Nothing is wrong with you," Robert sighed, kissing her neck softly.
"Then what is it?" Giselle asked again.
Robert looked into her blue eyes in the dark and couldn't help but let a smile slip across his face. Because even though he knew that this was the last thing that they needed right now, none the less it was a great thing. "Giselle, Honey, I think you're pregnant."
Giselle looked at him quizzically at first before a huge smile spread across her face, she kissed him over and over again. "Oh my goodness!" she gasped, she put her hand on her stomach spreading her fingers out across the flatness, "Robert! We're having a baby!"
It was hard not to be happy when Giselle was so overjoyed, but he knew that it wouldn't last. Or maybe it would, it was Giselle after all. How could she stop being happy about having a living person growing inside her. And it wasn't that he wasn't happy about it, he thought it was simply a miracle how this sort of thing happened. In fact, he had always thought that it was the most miraculous thing there was.
Robert's silence dawned on Giselle, "Are you unhappy?"
"No, of course not!" Robert said, rubbing his hand up and down Giselle's upper arm. "It's great," Robert said as he kissed her.
"I know! Isn't it?" Giselle giggled. She looked down at her stomach, and there was a warm quiet between them this time as Robert held her close. "Wow…," Giselle said quietly, "How can it be so small?"
"It'll get a lot bigger," Robert said. He tried not to think about how stupid he was for not using a condom or how much they could not afford this. But being happy about this would have been a lot harder had it been anyone other than Giselle. She made every situation the best somehow. It was just her way.
"How fast?" Giselle asked as she snuggled up close to him in his arms.
"Well, in nine months it'll be big enough to be born. It might seem like it takes a long time, but I can guarantee you that you'll be huge before you know it," Robert smiled down at her.
"I can't wait," Giselle sighed.
"I know you can't," Robert kissed her head again. He laid her on the bed next to him again and settled in under the covers. Pulling her close to him he whispered in her ear, "You're going to be a great mom to this one too, I can tell."
"You think?" Giselle asked in a whisper, smiling in the dark.
"Definitely."
Before long, Giselle was happily sound asleep with Robert's arms wrapped around her shoulders. But Robert was still wide awake, he didn't dare move and wake her, she was just so peaceful. The thoughts running through his head were what kept him up though. He couldn't get it out of his head, it just haunted him. The more he thought about it the more he worried about it. It wasn't that he didn't want to have any more children, but he was worried for the baby. And for Giselle. Women had miscarriages all the time, Giselle would be crushed if that happened. But he didn't really want a baby right now anyway. He had Morgan and Giselle, and that was enough for him. They couldn't afford themselves right now, so how in the world were they supposed to feed another mouth? Maybe he could get another job and get them better off before the baby was born. Or, what if he had been wrong and she wasn't pregnant? She would have gotten excited for nothing. Robert decided he would take her to the doctor the next day to make sure. He just didn't know how to handle this, or over all what to think of it. There was one thing he was sure of though, if Giselle was happy, he would be too.
"Robert!" Giselle called from the living room where she sat watching television.
Robert came running from the kitchen, "Yeah? What is it?"
"Come here," Giselle motioned him towards the couch.
He walked over to the couch and sat next to her, "Honey?"
"I was just thinking, about what you said about those bills," Giselle said hesitantly, "What are we going to do?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but I don't want you to worry about it," Robert said, kissing her cheek, "I don't want you to have to worry about anything."
"We can't have a baby, can we?" Giselle asked quietly.
"Quite literally, we can. But no, we don't have the money for it," Robert answered truthfully. He didn't want to lie to her anymore.
Giselle buried her head in Robert's shoulder, "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, it's my fault too. We both made this kid, and it's going to be a great kid too! Don't you worry a bit, we'll make it work out all right," Robert comforted her, holding her close.
"Should we tell Morgan?" Giselle asked quietly.
"Not until we're sure," Robert said, kissing Giselle softly.
"Okay," Giselle whispered.
"Well," Robert sighed, "You ready to go find out if this is for real?"
Giselle smiled softly up at him, "I suppose so."
Robert pulled her to her feet and led her down the hall, calling to Morgan. "Hey, we're going to get some stuff done so you're going over to Beth's for awhile."
Morgan obliged without much fuss and Robert led Giselle down to the street. She started to turn onto the sidewalk but he caught her arm. Giselle gave him a confused look.
"Honey, if you're pregnant then you shouldn't be walking around so much," Robert said before flagging down a taxi.
"Well this is no fun," Giselle said as she got into the yellow cab.
"Sure we can't support the kid, but least we can do is keep it alive," Robert said with a hint of laughter in his voice.
Giselle smiled at him, but didn't say anything.
Robert looked at her and noticed the way she was smiling back at him, he laughed, "What?"
"You do want it, don't you?" Giselle grinned.
Robert put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed her tight, "If it looks anything like you, then I'm sure I will."
Giselle laughed as Robert told the driver where to go. Robert turned to Giselle again, "Guess what?"
"What?" Giselle asked, still laughing a bit.
"You actually aren't going to Dr. Hund this time," Robert said, with sarcastic excitement.
"Hmmm, that's definitely something different," Giselle giggled.
"Yeah," Robert said, grinning at her.
"So, where am I off to now?" Giselle sighed, leaning into Robert.
"You're going to see a specialist called a gynecologist," Robert said.
"I see, and what is so special about this 'specialist'?" Giselle inquired.
"Well," Robert started, slowly, "Women go to gynecologists to make sure they are healthy. I'm not too keen on the topic, but I know that you would have to start going even if you weren't pregnant. They make sure that you and the baby are healthy until the baby is born."
Giselle continued to smile at him, "I'm pretty sure that we won't have any problems with that."
"I don't doubt that, my love," Robert laughed, kissing Giselle's forehead. He looked at her, she was so beautiful with her red hair pulled into a ponytail while she wore her yellow noodle-strapped sundress. Another thing that he couldn't help but notice was that though she was just as extremely thin as before, she was busting out of her bra. Sure he knew it must have hurt like heck for her, but he sure did appreciate it.
"So what is going to be different about it?" Giselle asked.
"It won't be like at the hospital at all, the doctor will lead you through it since it is your first time," Robert explained, "I might not go back with you."
Giselle's smile faded away and her troubled eyes looked into his, "You've always been there for me."
"I know, it's just that this is…different," Robert said.
"Robert, we're finding out if I really am pregnant. Don't you want to be there?" Giselle asked.
"Of course I do! It's just that I don't think it's my place," Robert attempted to explain.
Giselle stared blankly at the back of the driver's seat in front of her, "I think it is."
"I suppose that if you really want me to go with you, then I will," Robert sighed.
"Oh, would you?" Giselle exclaimed, clasping her hands together.
"Yeah, I guess," Robert agreed.
"Thank you, I can't imagine you not being there," Giselle said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "I love you so much, Robert."
"I love you too, Giselle," Robert said, then leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I bet you that any kid of ours just has to be perfect."
Giselle grinned at him, "And why is that?"
Robert glanced around him as if he was telling her a secret, "Because it would have a perfect nose."
Giselle laughed, "And why would our kid have a perfect nose?"
"Shhh, keep your voice down. We don't want them to hear," Robert whispered.
"Who to hear?" Giselle whispered.
"Our kid, we don't want it to be born with an ego issue," Robert whispered.
Giselle laughed again before whispering, "I think it can hear me anyway."
"I think you're right," Robert whispered and kissed her nose.
Lifting her hand to her scrunched up nose she laughed and asked in a whisper anyway, "So why would it have a perfect nose?"
"Because," Robert whispered, "My nose turns down, and your nose turns up. It has to have a perfect nose." Giselle just laughed. "And even if it doesn't, I bet it'll have your nose. That is even more perfect to me," he kissed her nose.
"Your hook nose is pretty perfect too," Giselle laughed.
"Hook nose?" Robert objected, though still laughing. "I said I have a nose that turns down! Nobody said anything about a hook nose!"
"Oops," Giselle giggled, "Well I love it, Honey."
The cab stopped and Robert looked out the window, he handed the driver the money and got out. He walked around the taxi and opened Giselle's door, offering her his arm. Giselle let Robert lead her to a building and through the door.
Robert went up to the front desk and waited for the secretary to get off the phone, "Mrs. Johnston you're on bed rest, you shouldn't be doing anything. I don't care if your sister-in-law is in town. No. You're supposed to be in bed that's why it's called bed rest. No you cannot go to the mall anyway! I'm sorry Mrs. Johnston." The secretary finished her call and looked up at Robert, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm here with Giselle Phillip, she has an appointment," Robert said.
The secretary looked at her computer and found what she was searching for, "Yes, right this way," she got up and started for a hallway, Robert motioned for Giselle to follow with him. The secretary was very talkative and friendly, "So, I'm guessing you're dad, huh?"
"Depends on what you mean by that," Robert chortled.
"He's the dad," Giselle laughed.
The secretary asked after she stopped laughing, "How long have you two been married?"
"A little over two weeks, we got married the 17th,"" Robert said.
"Oh really? Well congratulations! Starting a family already?" she asked.
"Not on purpose," Robert chortled, "I already have a daughter, so we're pretty happy with what we have. But I guess another one can't be too bad."
"Exactly," the secretary said, still laughing, "Well, you're right in here. There's a gown folded on the bed that you can change into, no under garments. Dr. Yang will be in in a few minutes."
Giselle walked in the open door with Robert close behind her. Robert closed the door as Giselle walked over to the bed. She turned to face him and took a deep breath, "I really want this baby," she shook her head slowly as she spoke.
Robert walked to her and laid his hand on her shoulders, "I know you do." He kissed her lips tenderly before looking into her eyes again, "But if it doesn't work out, I promise you we can try again later, once we've got ourselves together."
Giselle swallowed hard and kissed his cheek, "Okay." She turned and grabbed the gown off the bed and was about to start taking off her dress when Robert took the left shoulder strap off her shoulder from behind her. Hesitantly she looked down at her bare shoulder.
Robert kissed her shoulder and turned her head by her chin with his index finger and kissed her lips, "Don't worry, I'm sure it'll be okay."
"Yeah," Giselle said softly, though the nervousness was settling in the pit of her stomach.
Robert helped her pull her dress over her head. He was more than happy to help her take her bra off. Giselle pulled the gown on over her head by herself before pulling her panties off. She grinned at Robert and kissed him again, "I hope you want it as bad as I do."
That made him feel guilty, because he knew he didn't. In fact, in the back of his head he hoped she wasn't pregnant. By the looks of her and her mood swings and her health patterns it was pretty obvious that she was. But he just really knew that having a baby was going to take a lot of money. They didn't have a lot of money. They didn't even have enough money. They simply didn't have money.
There wasn't anything he could do about it though. If she was pregnant, then she was pregnant. He couldn't go back in time and fix his mistake. His rightly stupid mistake. Robert didn't know how it could have slipped his mind to use a condom. Maybe it was being so most in Giselle, her blue eyes, her red hair, maybe he just couldn't handle her.
They turned to as the door opened and a Korean female doctor came into the room. "You must be Giselle," Dr. Yang said as she walked across the room towards Giselle.
"That's me," Giselle said as Dr. Yang shook her hand.
"And this is?" Dr. Yang said, turning to Robert.
"Robert Phillip, her husband," Robert said.
"Good! Not all husbands are too intrigued to come back here anymore, or maybe it's just that half the time there is no husband," Dr. Yang said, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Well, you can take a seat. I'm just going to start off by asking you some questions." Giselle sat on the edge of the bed and Robert took a seat in a cushioned metal chair. "First off, I see that you're here for basically a pregnancy test and a run down with that," Dr. Yang said as she looked at her clipboard, "What first made you think you were pregnant."
Giselle glanced at Robert, "Well, I've been throwing up everything I eat. It started with some spaghetti I made the other night and I thought I might have had some allergic reaction to something in the recipe, but then I threw up in the middle of the night and the next morning when I made grits. I haven't been able to keep anything down since then. Then breasts started aching yesterday."
"Those are definitely symptoms of pregnancy. What night did you make the spaghetti?" Dr. Yang mused.
"Not last night but the night before," Giselle said.
"Are your breasts swollen at all?" Dr. Yang asked, after scratching something down on the paper.
"Oh, definitely," Giselle said.
"Have you gained any weight at all?" Dr. Yang asked.
"No, not really, I really don't think so," Giselle said.
Robert cut in now, "About two months ago she was hit by a car, so she lost a lot of weight in the hospital. She gained some of it back, but ever since then she hasn't been up to her standards."
"I see," Dr. Yang mumbled, writing something else down. "So when was your last intercourse?"
Giselle and Robert exchanged a glance before Giselle said, "Four nights ago."
"But I'm pretty sure you were active before then, correct?" Dr. Yang confirmed.
"Two weeks, for two weeks," Robert said.
Dr. Yang wrote that down before looking up at them again, "What was it like when you threw up the spaghetti?"
"Well, while I was making it I remember looking at it and being revolted by it. But I ate some anyway because I didn't want to waste it. I only had one bite before feeling like I was going to throw it up. I was going into the kitchen to get rid of it, but I looked at it and I just puked it everywhere," Giselle explained.
"Just by what you've told me, I can tell you that you sound about a week into pregnancy. You are definitely pregnant though," Dr. Yang said.
Giselle smiled brightly and looked over at Robert, but she caught a glimpse of the look on his face. It wasn't a look of disgust or revolt, it was more like simple disappointment. Her smile faded and she looked back at Dr. Yang.
After Dr. Yang took a look at Giselle she filled them in with some other information. "Alright, so you are exactly a week in. Being very early in pregnancy, the baby is in a very delicate, fragile state. So you have to be really careful. No lifting heavy objects, don't walk around too much. I mean, you can walk places, but keep it to a minimum. You might want to start taking supplements or vitamins, and be careful about what you eat. Watch out for certain medicines, mostly anything that will be harmful to your pregnancy will have a warning on it for pregnant women. You're due on March 24th next spring. Do you have any other questions?"
Giselle shook her no, she had been pretty quiet except for when Dr. Yang asked her a question.
"Well, then I'll see you in a month!" Dr. Yang said, she opened the door and exited the room closing it again behind.
Giselle instantly got up and pulled her underwear back on before turning away from Robert and pulling the gown off. Robert had noticed her change of mood, but hadn't caught what caused it. She was reaching for her bra when he grabbed it. Giselle looked at him and stared at him blankly. The next second she burst into tears.
Robert stood and put the bra around her and clasped it in the back before helping her get her arms through the clear straps. He pulled her close and kissed her cheek, then held her head against his chest, letting her cry into his shirt.
"Why Robert? Why? What did I do? It's not my fault," Giselle sobbed looking up at him.
"Of course it's not your fault!" Robert objected, "I never said it was your fault."
"You-the way you looked when she s-said I was really pregnant. You don't want a baby- I-I know you don't, Robert," she cried her fists hitting Robert's chest, not necessarily hard, but just resting there. "You could at-at least be supportive."
Robert took her wrists in front of him, "Giselle."
"You say that we don't have any money- but that's not it, you just d-don't want a baby," Giselle continued.
"Giselle!" Robert said loudly, shaking her wrists. She fell silent and looked up into his eyes. "Giselle, I love you. I love you no less because you are pregnant. I only love you more. We will make this work. We can stretch our pennies and we'll make this happen. I promise you that everything will be okay. And this baby will know that it is pretty darn lucky," he shook her wrists a little again for emphasis, "Because it'll know that it has a mom that loves it enough to put herself through nine months of torture, and a dad who's going to put up with her for those nine months. This kid is gonna get here and see that it has everything it needs; food, a place to live, and love. Because we can give all of that to it! We're going to give this kid more love than it can handle."
Giselle stared into Robert's eyes, her own eyes watery. Her wrists hurt now.
Robert's face softened, "Don't tell me I don't want this baby." He kissed her softly, loosening his grip on her wrists. She leaned into him and let her arms drift up to his shoulders and his hands go around her back.
They broke apart and Giselle stood there panting, half-naked in the gynecologist's office, "We're having a baby."
"We're having a baby," Robert repeated.
SCORE! You knew that was coming. Lol
