Catch Me

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Enchanted or BlackBerry.

Thank you everyone who reviewed and/or has read my story thus far. I'm so glad that you like it! I just visited New York City for the first time about a month ago and it just really inspired me to add as many of the things from there as possible in this story. I just realized it might be slightly distracting. Please tell me if you think that's irritating and I'll try to control myself. :)

Chapter 6: Mother Goose

"Are you nervous?" Robert asked Giselle, rubbing her back soothingly.

"A little," She replied looking down at her hands, which she had started to play with in her lap.

"Hey, it'll be ok," Robert said gently placing his extra hand on her cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

"What if I don't know what to do?" Giselle asked worriedly but leaned into his hand and closed her eyes enjoying the sensations that only Robert could create in her.

"Of course you'll know what to do, you're a natural," He said smiling and kissing her softly on the lips. "It's completely normal to be nervous on your first day at work, but remember I'm going to be right beside you all day."

"I know, thank you so much, Robert. I'm just scared nobody will like my dresses." Giselle said self-consciously. Just because she liked her dresses didn't mean anyone else would. Morgan always loved her dresses too, but Giselle knew Morgan was a little biased when it came to Giselle. Morgan wanted Giselle to like her so bad, but she didn't know that Giselle liked her just the way she was and that she didn't have to try so hard. The fact that she was told her mother left her might have been the reason she clung to Giselle so hard. Nancy was never a mother figure to Morgan because she tried too hard to be her buddy. She didn't need a buddy, she needed a mother figure, and Giselle fit the part beautifully.

"Just make the kind of dresses you've been making and they'll love them." He reassured her while cleaning up their breakfast plates and walking down the hall to Morgan's room.

"Hey Morgan, are you ready to get going?" Robert asked, knocking on her door. She walked out of her room with a cute little pink dress Giselle had made for her. It wasn't all ruffled like the dresses Giselle usually made but it was still very pretty. Fall was just beginning and Morgan was enjoying the nice weather before it got too cold to wear dresses. And it definitely gets cold in New York.

"Yep, let me just go grab my back pack." Morgan said smiling and walking past him.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Robert asked following her into the kitchen area.

"Yep, Giselle poured me some cereal earlier." Morgan said finding her back pack in a chair and slinging it over her back. It was so much easier finding things in his apartment now that Giselle was with them. Robert couldn't help but feel a little bad though; it was his mess after all. Giselle always waved his concern away when he told her she didn't have to clean; that he would do it. She claimed that it was fun; he supposed he'd enjoy it too if rats and pigeons and cockroaches weren't involved.

"Well, do you need me to make you a lunch or something?" Robert asked making his way over to the refrigerator to make her something.

"No, that's okay. Giselle made me a lunch this morning already." Morgan said, sliding her tiny feet into some flip-flops.

"Well, geez I need to up my game a little bit, huh?" Robert said smiling and gently guiding Morgan out the front door with Giselle trailing not far behind, smiling triumphantly.

"Why? Why does it always have to be rats?" Robert said, keeping his distance from the dirty little rodents. He had to admit, though that they were really good at sewing. When Giselle had called them to come help with making the dresses, he had been skeptical, but he was slowly getting used to having these "vermin" around. Whatever it takes to make her happy, even if it's rats.

"Because they are such hard workers and they're my friends" Giselle happily stated while looking through some spools of fabric. Robert walked over and sat at a desk they had bought for him to work at while he did all the office stuff. It was a lot of work starting a 

business, but it was very refreshing after working as a divorce attorney for so many years. Plus, he was so happy to be working with Giselle. Everything was so laid back, and watching her dance around the studio with different fabrics to test if they were "flowy" enough for dancing, wasn't bad either.

"Hm if you say so. I don't think it's very sanitary and it's a lawsuit waiting to happen." She completely ignored his comment, whether she just didn't care or she didn't understand, he didn't know.

"Well, have you decided on a name for this place yet?" Robert said flipping through some papers, mostly bills. Luckily, as a divorce attorney, Robert had made plenty of money, and he had saved a good chunk of it; definitely enough to help Giselle start this place up.

Giselle had actually been thinking about what she should name this place a lot lately, but nothing seemed perfect.

"I don't know. I just can't think of anything that really defines my dresses without being too simple, you know? Giselle replied, pulling out a pale green fabric and handing it to a couple of pigeons.

"Well, they are definitely more beautiful than anything anybody wears in this world." Robert said, dialing a number on his BlackBerry.

"Only in Andalasia do people dress in long, flowing dresses all of the time. You never know when your prince is going to come, so you have to be ready. He's not going to want to marry you if you look like an ogre." Giselle said, matter-of-factly, walking over to Robert's desk after seeing that her "friends" had it under control.

"What do you wear if you've already found your prince?" Robert asked her as he held the phone up to his ear, waiting for whoever was at the other end to pick up.

"Beautiful dresses of course!" Giselle said grinning from ear to ear. She was thoroughly enjoying this job.

"Well, I suppose you're a walking, Andalasia fashion statement then." The person Robert was calling had just picked up when Giselle yelled,

"That's it! Andalasia Fashions! It's perfect! Oh, Robert, you are a genius." Giselle said wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, almost choking him to death. Finally, she released him and skipped away to go see how the dress was coming.

"What just happened?" Robert said slightly light-headed from being brutally strangled.

"You ready to pick up Morgan?" Robert asked, pulling on his jacket and grabbing Giselle's as well. She was still working on that green dress that she had been working on all day. Normally, it didn't take Giselle but about an hour maximum to make a dress but apparently this one was different. To Robert, she seemed a little tired but she would never admit it. She would say in an unconvincing voice, "I'm fine," and smile an unconvincing smile.

"Yes, one moment." She looked disappointed that she wouldn't be able to finish today but bid her animal friends good-bye and put her materials away. When she was all done, Robert walked up behind her and helped her into her jacket, then gently held her shoulders from behind.

"Thank you, Robert." Giselle said quietly. Slowly, she turned around to face him.

"Who's the green dress for?" Robert asked running his fingers through her hair.

"Morgan" Giselle answered shyly. The feeling of his hand gently gliding through her hair was making it very hard to concentrate on, well, anything.

So, that's why Giselle had spent all day on that dress; she had wanted it to be perfect for Morgan. For some odd reason that made him love her that much more. With his hand still in her hair, he pulled her head gently towards him and kissed her.

Every kiss they had ever had was always tender and gentle, but this one was a little different. Robert slowly deepened the kiss, he didn't want to scare her off, especially since he was the first man she had ever kissed and she never really knew what to expect. To his surprise though, Giselle slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him even closer to her.

This was a new kind of kiss for Giselle. It was still "true love's kiss" but with something a little extra as well. It caused a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she had a hinting suspicion that it had something to do with the thing she and Jean talked about last week.

Finally, they had to break for air. They both stood there, panting and holding each other close. Giselle rested her hand on his chest and found that his heart was racing just as fast as hers. She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. He wasn't that much taller than her, but just tall enough for her head to fit perfectly there. They just basked in each other's presence until…

"Shouldn't we go pick up Morgan." Giselle asked, lifting her head to look at Robert.

"Crap! We have to go!" Robert exclaimed, taking Giselle's hand and leading them out into the street to catch a cab.

"You're late." Morgan said, pouting dramatically. She was master of the guilt trip and right now she was laying it on pretty thick. Giselle walked over to her and crouched down to her eye level.

"Don't blame your Daddy, Morgan. It was my fault. I was working on something special and didn't want to leave." She told Morgan while hugging her close. Morgan clung to her tightly so when Giselle stood up, Morgan came up into her arms.

"It's ok, Giselle. You guys aren't that late. What special thing are you making?" Morgan asked absently playing with a strand of Giselle's hair. Apparently, they couldn't get enough of her hair. She guessed she'd have to wear it down all of the time from now on.

"It's a surprise." Giselle whispered conspiratorially, while setting Morgan down. Robert was watching all of this with a smile. He was really glad Giselle had gotten him off the hook with Morgan and she looked great doing it too. Sticking his hand out, he hailed a cab so they could go home.

"A surprise for me?" Morgan asked hopefully. Giselle climbed into the cab and Morgan followed shortly after, then Robert, closing the door behind him.

"Maybe." Giselle replied, innocently looking away. Morgan smiled; Giselle was so wonderful; she was much cooler and nicer than everyone else's moms.