AN: I really should be finishing my final, but this little story got into my mind and I couldn't get rid of it unless I wrote it down. Enjoy!


"Giselle!" Morgan's yell shattered the morning stillness, and Robert shot awake, stumbling from bed and fighting with the sheets tangled with his legs. A quick glance at the clock on his run into the hallway showed that it was nearly six, meaning that he and Giselle had only been home for about three hours. Was something wrong? "What are you doing here?! I though you'd gone home with Prince Edward!"

"I changed my mind."

Giselle's words calmed his racing heart and helped to clear his dream-fogged mind. Making his way to the living room, he smiled at the sight of Morgan sitting on Giselle's lap and having her tangled hair soothingly combed out by Giselle's slender fingers.

"But wasn't the prince your one true love?"

Robert leaned against the doorframe, meeting Giselle's blue gaze with a warmth that he hadn't felt since he'd fallen in love with Morgan's mother. Giselle smiled softly at him before turning back to his daughter. "Well, I thought he was."

"But?"

"I realized last night that he was really just on the path leading me here." Giselle met his gaze again. "To you and your father."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Morgan tilted her head. "So you're staying? Here with us?"

Robert spoke then, coming up behind her to pick up Morgan's light frame and hold her against his chest. Her little legs automatically wrapped around his waist as she snuggled against his shoulder. "She's really staying Morgan. But my question is why you are up at this hour? It's not even six yet."

"I was thirsty, but then I saw Giselle…"

"And woke us all with your yelling. Think you can sleep for a few more hours, sweetheart? Giselle and I didn't get home until very late last night."

"Oh! The ball! How was it?" Morgan perked up a bit, twisting in his arms to look back at Giselle.

Giselle laughed lightly. "I'll tell you all about it later, Morgan. But I think you better go back to bed now."

Morgan nodded, and then looked up at him. "Can I sleep with you Dad?"

Robert nodded and placed her back down on the floor, running a hand over her hair for a second. "Sure. You go on and I'll be there in a minute."

Morgan nodded and turned back to the couch, moving to give Giselle a hug. "I'm glad you're staying, Giselle."

Robert couldn't look away as Giselle wrapped her arms around Morgan and pressed a kiss to her head and spoke quietly into her ear "So am I."

They both watched as his daughter ran off before locking gazes again. Robert shrugged lightly. "Sorry about that. She should know better than to wake people up."

Giselle waved a negligent hand. "Don't worry about it Robert. She isn't a bother at all."

Robert nodded and shifted awkwardly, running a hand through his mussed hair. "I probably should have offered you my bed last night."

Giselle tilted her head at him, a small smile playing across her features. "This couch is fine, Robert. I'm quite comfortable."

"Even so, you can't sleep on the couch forever."

"I didn't think I would be." She blushed slightly at that, looking away from him.

Robert came closer to her, one hand reaching out to cup the side of her face. Giselle leaned automatically into his touch, one of her own hands moving to hold his still. "We're really going to have to talk, soon."

Giselle pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin of his palm, and he froze at the sensations her innocent touch created. Not able to help himself, he bent over enough to kiss her, the hand on her cheek moving to the back of her head and weaving into the soft strands of her hair. When the kiss was over, he pulled away reluctantly.

"Dad!"

They stared at each other for a second before smiling foolishly. "You better go to Morgan before she comes out here again, Robert."

He nodded. "And I know I'll not have another chance of getting her back to bed. Since Morgan's going to be in my room with me, why don't you move to her bed?"

Giselle shook her head, already burrowing underneath the blanket that was pooled around her waist. "It's only a few hours. I'm fine here."

"Well, good night again, Giselle."

"Sweet dreams, Robert."

Robert moved resolutely back to the bedroom, leaving the door open slightly as he entered his bedroom and crossed to his bed, where Morgan was already ensconced under the covers…on his side of the bed. Rolling his eyes, he slipped under the covers and turned onto his side to face his daughter.

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you still going to marry Nancy?"

Robert's eyes widened. "No, Morgan. I'm not." How was he supposed to tell his daughter that the woman he had planned to marry had run off with the fiancée-prince of the girl that he was now in love with?

"Oh. Good."

"Good?" Robert eyed his daughter warily. He knew that she wasn't thrilled by Nancy, but the two had liked each other enough.

"Yeah." Morgan said nothing more, scooting across the bed to cuddle against his side, her head heavy on his chest. "Dad? If I tell you something will you promise not to be too mad?"

"I guess it depends on what it is you tell me."

"Okay. Well, I kind of took the emergency credit card to go shopping with Giselle yesterday."

Robert closed his eyes, first wondering what the damage ultimately would be to the account, and then secondly thinking that it had probably been worth it if it had helped even a bit for Giselle to stay with him.

"Dad?" Her question coincided with a poke to his side. "Are you mad?"

"No, Morgan, I don't think I am. You should have asked first, but I understand. It's okay." Giselle would probably need some more things anyway if he wanted to actually have whole curtains and sheets in the apartment. "Did you have a good time with Giselle?"

She nodded against him, her fingers twisting in the fabric of his t-shirt. He fondly remembered her as an infant, holding her tiny body close as her fingers clung to his clothes. "Do you think that's what shopping with a mom is like?"

His heart stilled, and he knew that he'd pay whatever the charge of whatever yesterday had cost if his daughter had felt like that. And he had Giselle to thank… "I don't know, Morgan. Maybe. What do you think?"

"I think it could be." She yawned. "I asked Giselle what she thought, but she didn't know. I don't think she knew her mom either."

Robert held his daughter a little tighter as she succumbed to sleep, his thoughts with Giselle. It seemed like there was so much he didn't know about her, but at the same time, he knew it didn't matter. He loved her, and as clichéd as it seemed, no matter how much he would have denied it less than a week ago, he knew she was his true love. They had the kiss to prove it. With Morgan tight against him, and that thought drifting through his mind, Robert fell back asleep, a true smile on his face for the first time in six years.