Catch Me

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Chapter 9: The First Thanksgiving

"Do we have to?" Morgan whined for the billionth time that night. She, Giselle, and Robert were at the kitchen table eating some take-out they picked up on the way home from work and school. It had been about a month since Robert and Giselle had confessed their love for each other and life was good.

"Yes." Robert said simply, despite the fact that he was losing his patience with her. She did this every year, why would this year be any different?

"But Daddy, Giselle doesn't want to go either!" Morgan cried looking sideways at Giselle for support, but for the first time, she didn't get any from the red-headed maiden.

"Actually, I'm rather excited about meeting your whole family. And the thought of riding in one of those huge plane things you told me about sounds like fun!" She looked over at Robert and grinned widely. The thought of seeing all the people he grew up with; who shaped the man she loved, was thrilling to her. Thanksgiving was a completely new concept to her, but it sounded like a wonderful one indeed. Families getting together to have a giant meal was a fantastic idea to her, especially since she didn't have a family aside from her animal friends.

Robert glanced over to her; she never ceased to amaze him. While almost everyone he knew would be terrified to meet their significant other's family, she was ecstatic at the thought. He figured that might be due to the fact that she never really had a family back in Andalasia, a thought which always got to him. He could never imagine growing up without his family to take care of him, and here she was, just as bright and as happy as anyone. He wondered if it ever made her sad not to have a family; if it did, she didn't show it. If you never know what you don't have then, he guessed, you don't miss it.

"Great, I know they're excited to meet you too and Jean will be there." Robert grinned and reached across the table to take her hand in his. Morgan jokingly made a gagging noise into her Egg Drop Soup. Robert gave her a sharp look and she smiled innocently at him.

The next morning Robert, Giselle, and Morgan hopped on a subway to Queens in order to catch their flight from LaGuardia. It was a relatively short flight to Maine; in fact, it probably would have been easier and less expensive to just take a train. When he mentioned the possibility of flying, Giselle's reaction was priceless.

"We can fly there?" Giselle asked incredulously. She had learned rather quickly that there were much different magical things here than back home in Andalasia. While there were no magic carpets and such, there were other incredible things here that amazed her every day. The shower was by far her favorite though. Robert had looked at her blankly for a moment, trying to think of the best possible way to explain flying in the least amount of words.

"Well, let's see. In this world we have giant machines called airplanes which are kind of like giant birds but not alive. They're really fast and reliable, so we use them to travel really far in a short amount of time." Robert exhaled; he thought he explained that rather well. Giselle had that awed look on her face again; the one she always got when she discovered something new in this world that he took for granted.

Most people complain about how awful airports are or how frustrating they are, but Giselle never did. She was too busy being astounded at the fact that such things exist. It was really refreshing for him and it made him more appreciative of the technology he had. He couldn't imagine a world without cell phones and cars and televisions. Yet, Giselle had lived her whole life without these things and he loved seeing her wonder at simple things like the food turning in the microwave. She had discovered magic in New York he hadn't noticed in his fifteen years here, and he was discovering right along with her.

"Oh my," Giselle was walking hand in hand with Robert on her left and Morgan on her right through LaGuardia airport. It was huge and crowded and amazing. She had never seen anything like it in her entire life. New York City had lots of people, but not crammed as tight as in this place. There were so many different kinds of people too; so many people who looked different and spoke differently, it was wonderful. She wanted to stop and talk to all of them, learn about them, but she knew they were in a hurry so she refrained.

Robert hated this place, it was cramped all of the time and people were so pushy. He glanced over at Giselle and Morgan to see if they were okay and gripped Giselle's hand a little tighter. The look on her face was one he should have expected from her but never ceased to make him smile every time.

They found their seats and Morgan decided to let Giselle have the window seat since she'd never been on a plane before. The whole ride Giselle was on the edge on her seat with her hands pressed against the tiny plane window trying to see as much as she could. Robert had thought that she might have been the teeniest bit scared at this huge mechanical thing that could possibly plummet to the earth at any moment, but her faith in the magic of this thing trumped any fear she might have had.

He smiled fondly at her and softly rubbed her back. He had convinced her once again to wear jeans and a t-shirt for the plane ride, she had agreed very reluctantly once again. He claimed that it was much more comfortable for the ride and that she could change as soon as they got there, that put her mind relatively at ease, despite the fact that she disagreed. She wondered exactly if Robert knew how comfortable dresses really were. Of course he would think jeans were more comfortable, guys' jeans weren't skin tight like ladies' ones.

She turned her head around momentarily to grin brightly at him, but quickly glued her eyes back to the landscape below.

"How does it fly without flapping its wings?" Giselle asked without tearing her eyes away from the window. Now, Robert didn't really know exactly how it worked and he didn't really want to think about it too hard either to try and figure it out.

"I don't know. Some machine does something." He said, absent mindedly making soothing circles on her back with this hand. Morgan probably would have made some kind of nasty face had it not been for the blessed invention of the in-flight movie.

"It's so magical!" Giselle gushed.

"Yea, it is." Robert sighed, definitely not talking about the plane.

They finally arrived in Lewiston, Maine and Giselle gave a last awed glance at the great white machine. Holding hands to not get separated, Robert, Giselle, and Morgan made their way through the airport to locate Robert's brother who was supposed to be picking them up. As they broke through the crowd, Robert saw a familiar face and grinned broadly.

"Uncle Dave!" Morgan cried running into this man's arms.

"Dave! Hey, how've you been, man?" Robert gave his big brother a one-armed hug. Dave was a little taller than Robert and had dark, curly hair like him, but was not nearly as handsome in Giselle's opinion. She thought he had a friendly face though and he seemed nice enough. If he was anything at all like Robert, then she was certain he was wonderful.

"Hey, I've been great. You know, same ole, same ole. The question is: how is the big city man?" Dave slid Morgan back to the floor, but continued to hold her hand. Robert looked over to Giselle and smiled at her affectionately.

"I'm great." Robert and Giselle were just looking into each other's eyes, totally oblivious to everyone around them. Dave looked from this beautiful red-haired girl to Robert then down to Morgan.

"Do they do this often?" Dave bewilderedly asked Morgan, raising an eyebrow.

"More than often," Morgan scrunched up her face. She loved them both but she did in fact have a very sensitive gag reflex and they were really pushing it. Deciding it was time to break the little moment, Dave cleared his throat rather loudly in attempt to get their attention.

"Oh, yea, this is my...uh..." Robert couldn't find the right word for what exactly Giselle was to him. 'Girlfriend' didn't quite cover it and 'true love' would get him slapped by his brother later. "This is Giselle. Giselle, this is my older brother, Dave."

"It's wonderful to finally meet you." Giselle said sincerely, shaking his much larger hand.

"Nice to meet you too," Dave smiled at her and watched as Robert gently draped an arm around her shoulders and held her tightly to him. Robert knew that his family would love her; he just hoped that she would like them too, in all their insane glory.

"NO, NO, NO, YOU HAVE TO SPIT AT THE SAME TIME I DO, CHEATER!" This was the first thing Giselle heard as she walked into Robert's parent's house. It was a rather large, blue, three story house in the suburbs of Lewiston and it was very cozy.

"I CAN SPIT WHENEVER I WANT! IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE SLOW!" They all entered the living room and Morgan quickly ran to Jean who was shaking her head at the cause of the commotion, but quickly brightened when Morgan jumped into her lap.

"This is my loving family," Robert said sarcastically looking at the scene taking place. His sister, Kayla, and his younger brother, Jeff, were currently arguing over a card game, half 

standing, and half sitting on their chairs. Deciding that he probably wasn't going to get their attention in the near future, he listed out their names for Giselle, gesturing to them in turn.

"That's my younger brother, Jeff, my sister, Kayla, my dad, Malcolm, and you know Jean and Dave." Robert explained with his arm still around her shoulders. He gazed over at her face, her face scrunched up in concentration, trying to memorize all of their names, but she was also confused.

"I don't get it. Are they supposed to spit on the cards?"