Catch Me

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Enchanted or the song "Once Upon a Dream."

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Chapter 4: Are You My Mother?

Giselle and Robert had both agreed that she should continue to sleep on the couch, at least for now. Despite the fact that Robert didn't get to wake up to her smiling face next to him every morning like he hoped, he was still happier than he had been for a very long time. Though he knew he wouldn't be able to avoid giving her "the talk" forever. Luckily, his mother was visiting them today, and like a real man he was going to shove the responsibility of explaining things to Giselle on her. Some things a man was just not meant explain to a grown woman, especially one he's romantically involved with.

Robert rolled over and blinked open his eyes. He was greeted by the wonderful smell of pancakes wafting in from the kitchen. It had only been a week since they shared true love's kiss but already Giselle was adapting to New York so well, much better than he would have adapted to Andalasia, that's for sure. In that short amount of time, Giselle had mastered the art of cooking with appliances without burning down his apartment which he still had yet to learn, but that's the miracle of take-out. He probably had Morgan to thank for helping her though because he sure didn't teach her how to use them.

Robert smiled as he heard Giselle's beautiful voice from in the kitchen singing a familiar melody.

"I know you. I walked with you once upon a dream,"

When they were in Central Park Robert had to admit at first he was embarrassed that she was singing in public and because people had started to stare at them it had been a little awkward. The Naked Cowboy was the one that was supposed to sing; him and all of those starving musicians in the subway stations. Once he saw the effect she had on all of those people though, he couldn't help but change his mind about her. If she could get a huge group of 

tough New Yorkers to dance in Central Park then it was only a matter of time before she worked her magic on him as well.

"I know you. The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam."

Giselle never ceased to amaze him with the little things she did, from just holding Morgan's hand while she told her a bedtime story to learning how to use a stove to make them breakfast. It just brought a smile to his face every time he saw her of even just thought of her (which was a lot). So this is love, hmm? He thought happily.

"Yet, I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem."

Robert finally sat up in bed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He couldn't wait any longer, he had to get up and see Giselle. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he threw his robe on and walked down the hall to the kitchen to see Giselle singing, dancing, and making breakfast all at once.

"But if I know you, I know what you'll do; you'll love me at once, the way you did-," Giselle sang while flipping a pancake and swaying back and forth in a waltz with an invisible partner. He hoped she was thinking of him.

"Once upon a dream" Robert finished as he leant against the door frame and folded his arms across his chest. He smirked at her shocked expression that turned into a bright smile.

"Oh my, Robert, you gave me a fright, I'm so sorry that I woke you up." Giselle said turning to face him.

"I'm not." He said grinning at her. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt they had bought for her earlier that week; she looked mildly uncomfortable in them, but always gorgeous. He remembered when she tried them on at the store; she had complained that they were not very good for dancing in. "Where did you learn that song?"

"Well Morgan showed me this, uhm, oh, what is it called?" Giselle said frustrated that she couldn't remember the word. She threw up her hands in defeat and turned back to the pancakes so they wouldn't burn. Robert walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, gently nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.

"Movie?" Robert whispered into her neck softly kissing the sensitive skin there. He felt her shiver a little bit and smiled and held her tighter.

"Yes! That's what it was! You have quite a lot of them." Giselle sighed contently and put the pancakes on three plates as Robert reluctantly released her. All this time Morgan was sitting at the table watching them and rolling her eyes at their mushy grown-up stuff.

"Next we're gonna watch Cinderella! Right, Giselle?" Morgan cried excitedly, taking a plate from Giselle and sitting down at the table.

"Definitely! I have never met her but I here she is just lovely." Giselle said just as excited as Morgan.

"This looks great, Giselle, thank you," Robert said as he took his plate from her and giving her light peck on the cheek. Morgan had already gobbled down half of hers. Just as they were finishing their breakfast the doorbell rang.

"Grandma's here!" Morgan yelled as she raced towards the door to answer it. Giselle fiddled with her the rest of her breakfast nervously. She had known Robert's mother was coming, but that didn't make her any less nervous about meeting the woman who raised this wonderful, caring man. Robert gently covered her hand with his and squeezed it.

"Hey, it's gonna be fine. She'll love you I promise. Everyone does." Robert said standing up and kissing her on the forehead then walking down the hall to greet his mom. There was no way she was going to able to eat the rest of her breakfast with her stomach doing flips like it was. Giselle didn't understand why she was so anxious. It was just Robert's mom, but for some reason she wanted, needed this woman's approval. Taking a calming breath, Giselle walked down the hall to meet her.

She was rather short woman who looked to be in her mid 70's, with short hair in a spiked up style. Trying not to interrupt the little family moment, Giselle quietly walked up beside Robert. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Mom, this is Giselle, Giselle, this is my mother, Jean." He said gesturing to each of them in turn with his free hand, carefully watching their reactions to each other. In all reality he wasn't that worried about it since he had explained Giselle's situation over the phone last night. Obviously, he had gotten the whole, "Have-you-been-experimenting-with-drugs,-dear?" Just like any loving mother she believed him in the end though.

"Enchantée," Jean said shaking her hand and smiling warmly, "Robert has told me such wonderful things about you, dear." Giselle breathed an inward sigh of relief. Despite the fact that she didn't know what that first thing meant, things seemed to be going fairly well. So far, so good.

"I apologize. My mom just got back from a trip to Paris and can't help but show off a bit." Robert said kissing Giselle's temple. He would never show affection to any girl in front of his mother, but for some reason it felt okay with Giselle.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Giselle responded. Morgan was almost bursting with excitement at having her Grandma there, but she knew it was rude to interrupt adults when they were talking. She finally found her chance though.

"Look what Grandma gave me, Giselle!" Morgan said showing her a beautiful black scarf with the Eiffel Tower and the word 'Paris' embroidered on it with silver thread.

"That is gorgeous. Whoever made this must be very skilled indeed." Giselle said examining the soft fabric in awe. Despite the fact that the scarf was probably made in China by some machine, no one felt the need to volunteer that information.

"Grandma, come on I want to show you my karate gi! I'm a whole yellow belt now!" Morgan said tugging on Jean's hand, leading her to her room. Robert and Giselle were left alone again.

"So, what is the plan for today?" Giselle asked as they walked back to the living room with their arms still wrapped around each other.

"I was thinking that you and Mom could go hang out, check out the city, and get to know each other a little bit. What do you think?" Robert asked looking into her eyes to see how she felt about it. The thing about Giselle that helped him a lot was that, despite the fact that she didn't know what she was feeling, most of the time he did. Her eyes were so expressive and he could usually name the emotions she was experiencing before she could. Right now, her eyes were wide with worry.

"I would love to get to know her, but what about you and Morgan? Morgan is so excited about her grandma being here. I don't want to get in the way of your family time." Giselle said fiddling with her hands nervously.

"Hey, as far as we're concerned, you are family. Don't worry, she raised me, so she can't be all bad." He said with a smirk, trying to cheer her up. She smiled up at him and brushed her fingers through his hair.

"She must be a remarkable woman then…," Giselle said and Robert grinned triumphantly, "To put up with you all those years." She finished quickly kissing him and running away to get her things ready to go. Robert was absolutely gob-smacked. Did she just dis me? I 

was just dissed by a freaking princess. There was only one person who could have taught her that.

"Morgan!"