Okay guys, I have to admit, I got a little bored of my story and wanted something else to write about. It was mean to leave it in a difficult place, so here is the final chapter. Ever.
Two years Later
The red head smiled at her fiancee as she walked down the isle. In front, walked her soon-to-be daughter, Morgan. She was ten now and her pretty brunette curls were decorated with pink and peach roses. Beside her walked a small boy, aged-one-and-a-half, carrying a velvet pillow which held the rings. Jack was Morgan's brother, Robert's son, but not by blood.
Giselle was pleased that the child looked like her. She smiled, but froze in the isle as she remembered the day that she had found out she was pregnant.
"Congratulations, Giselle, you are pregnant." Doctor Robinson smiled, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. Robert looked horrified.
"What?" Giselle gasped.
"You two are having a baby." The doctor continued. She held up the test which proved it.
"No we're not." Robert stared out of the window. He felt sick. Giselle was pregnant thanks to the arsehole who had raped her. And where was he? He was in the city somewhere or maybe another city... or another state? Wherever he was, he was a free man and was not behind bars.
"Well there's always the option of abortion. I just thought you two would be happy, seeing as you are engaged." Robert's mother, Janet, said. She looked down at the floor.
"It's not mine." Robert took his hands out of his pockets and turned around. He felt to angry. If he ever saw the man that did this, he would kill him. "The baby isn't fine."
"I will leave you alone." Doctor Robinson excused herself from the room and the conversation. She was aware Giselle had been raped; it was on the red head's file now, as she had been admitted for panic attacks since the crime. She was a smart doctor and knew Giselle well enough to know the young woman would not cheat.
"What do you mean it's not yours?" Janet gasped. She looked back and forth at Robert and Giselle.
"It can't be mine 'cause we never slept together!" Robert's face was red and his eyes burnt with anger.
"You mean she... she..."
"Was raped." Giselle said quietly, her voice ressembling a child's. Her throat was sore, she felt sick and her stomach ached.
"And no one told me this!" Janet continued. She was shocked.
"I can't deal with this. There's a thing... a thing growing inside my fiancee... and it's all because some sicko bastard took her virginity away... it makes me sick thinking a child is growing in there... full of hatred and pain... it's gonna end up just like it's father!" Robert slammed the door and stormed down the corridor.
Giselle's blue eyes turned a dull grey colour. There was no sparkle and her skin was pale. She had small scars from the attack, but a more permanent one growing inside her. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Janet sat beside Giselle and put her arm around the young woman.
"I will be here for you whatever decision you make, Giselle. I know you will make the right one."
Giselle reached the front of the church and her bridesmaids filtered into the remaining seats. Robert smiled and took her hand. Giselle searched his eyes as the priest began to speak. Robert frowned when he realised Giselle looked a little sad.
"Are you okay?" He whispered.
"Yes." Giselle smiled. "Just a little nervous."
"It's going to be fine. You look beautiful."
The priest continued and looked down at the couple. There was a small bang and a cry from behind Giselle and Robert. Giselle gasped and turned around to check Jack.
"I'll sort him out." Janet whispered, hurrying over to the small boy. She seated him on her lap and kissed the top of his head, quietening the boy down.
"Do you, Robert Zachary Phillip, take Giselle Anda Lasia to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, to death do you part?"
"I do." Robert smiled. He chuckled in his head. Giselle had needed a middle name and surname, so Anda Lasia seemed appropriate, even if it was unusual.
"And do you, Giselle Anda Lasia, take Robert Zachary Phillip, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, to death do you part?"
Giselle was seated at the dining table, waiting for Robert to come home from work. It was a Saturday, and since he found out she was pregnant, he had always worked himself late on Saturdays, partly so he couldn't see her pain and partly because he was blaming himself and it was punishment. Morgan was already tucked up in bed, fast asleep, when Robert arrived home.
He frowned when he saw Giselle sitting at the table, with her hands pressed together. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Robert we need to talk." She twirled her engagement ring around her finger. The sapphire sparkled when it caught the light. Robert had proposed with that ring because it had reminded him of Giselle's eyes; now they were just dull and grey with unhappiness.
He sat down next to her, holding her left hand and running his thumb over the ring. "What's wrong?"
"Robert... I'm keeping the baby." Her voice was quiet and afraid.
"What?" He didn't mean to sound so harsh and he regretted not thinking when he saw the tears in Giselle's eyes.
"I could never kill anyone Robert, especially not a helpless child. It's father has done wrong, not itself." She spoke slightly louder now, more confident than before. She had read all about abortion and all of the views, and to her, it seemed the baby was alive from the moment it was concieved.
"Okay." He had no idea what else to say. Should he support this criminal's child?"
"And if you don't want to raise this child then... then... then I'll do it alone." Giselle hated to say it. It sounded like a soap opera... It sounded like she was breaking up with him... forever.
"Okay? Is that all you can say?"
"Okay we will raise this baby. I will raise it like my own and we will forget this ever happened." He smiled. It was going to be difficult, but he couldn't bare to lose Giselle; and she was not the smartest woman, but she was right- the baby was alive now and it had the right to life.
"Thank you." She placed his hand on her tummy and smiled. Robert kissed her lips gently.
"I love you Giselle."
"I do. I do take Robert Zachary-"
"I now pronnounce you husband and wife." The priest interrupted Giselle. "You may kiss the bride."
Robert lifted the white veil. Giselle's cheeks dripped with teardrops. She smiled and leaned forwards, allowing him to kiss her.
The guests stood and applaused.
"Ewww gross." Morgan gagged, making Robert and Giselle laugh.
He took her hand and led her down the isle, confeti filled the air and fell softly, like snow. Giselle giggled as the summer breeze lifted the bottom of her dress.
She jumped when two pairs of arms grabbed her legs. Morgan and Jack hung on closely, as the red head bent down and kissed the tops of their heads.
"So you and daddy are married now, forever and ever?" The brunette asked, fiddling with the roses in her hair.
"Of course we are." Giselle replied.
"Forever and ever." Robert messed up Jack's hair.
Giselle held her stomach as she walked down the street towards Morgan's school. The little brunette skipped happily, one hand in her father's palm and the other in Giselle's.
"Ouch." Giselle muttered.
"Are you okay, honey?" Robert stopped and walked over to her.
"The baby must be kicking, that's all." She replied. Morgan looked at the ground in disgust.
"Giselle, did you just go to the bathroom in the street?" The girl asked, crumpling her face up.
"Oh no." Robert gasped.
"What?" Both Giselle and Morgan chimed.
"Morgan, can you get a taxi?"
"But school is only two blocks away!" She moaned.
"Sweetie, please, Giselle is having her baby."
"Really?" Giselle gasped.
"Taxi! Hurry, my baby brother is coming!" Morgan shouted.
Two taxis stopped for the family of three, which was about to become one person bigger.
Giselle giggled at the sight of her wedding cake; there were three layers, decorated with white icing. The bottom two layers were outlined with small roses, but the top layer was Giselle's favourite. Robert laughed too. Nancy had designed it, and it was just perfect. A purple marzipan dragon held the small groom, whilst the bride, armed with a sword, was about to slay the dragon.
"Perfect." Robert interrupted his wife.
Nancy smiled. "I had a feeling you two would like it."
"I don't understand." Janet whispered to her husband, who just shrugged.
"Grown-ups don't know anything." Morgan sighed, rolling her eyes. Jack nodded in agreement.
"Here, you two can cut the cake." Nancy handed Giselle a knife.
"I-I- I can't. " Giselle stuttered. The knife was full of hatred and anger and Jack was giggling. Robert gasped and watched as his wife dropped the knife, blade-first, into the table. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and hurried off outside.
Guests stared blanky at Robert. He then realised something else; the honeymoon suite at the hotel was to be decorated with roses and candles for a romantic wedding night.
"Do you want us to wait?" Nancy asked, looking at his disappointed expression.
"Here, the cake is cut." He ran the blade through the soft sponge, cutting off a small slice for Giselle; she was really going to need it.
"Er.. mom can I borrow your phone?" He asked his mother, as she slided the slice onto a plate and grabbed the fork.
"Sure, of course." Janet handed over her phone. "I'll cut the rest of the cake. Go do what you need to do."
Giselle scrunched up her face and pushed.
"Come on, Giselle, push." Robert said.
"I'm already pushing, Robert. You should try giving birth!" Giselle screamed. Robert swapped hands. Another squeeze and he was sure that his engagement ring would make an indent in his finger. When his first wife had given birth, he had been away with work, so by the time he had arrived at the hospital, Morgan had been born.
"One more push should do it." Doctor Robinson said.
Giselle's forehead dripped with sweat. She scrunched up her face and groaned and she squeezed her muscles tightly together.
A small cry was heard and Robert smiled, no longer feeling dizzy; were births supposed to look so disgusting?
"Here you go. A healthy baby boy." The nurse wrapped up the baby and handed him to Giselle.
"But... but..something else is there." Giselle whined, holding her stomach. The midwife snipped the umbilical cord.
"Yes, Giselle, you are gonna have to push for the afterbirth."
"The what!?" She screamed at the same time as Robert. He already felt queasy, so he sat himself down.
Giselle handed Robert the baby and continued to push. Robert smiled at the tiny child in his arms. "You are gonna be an excellent baseball player, you know?"
Robert stood in the marquee, watching Giselle, as he dialled the number for the hotel.
"Hello, La Belle Hotel, can I help you?"
"Hello, I'm Robert Phillip, I have booked your honeymoon suite for this evening."
"Oh, Mr Phillip, congratulations. Is there a problem?"
"Well, my wife is a little upset, so is it possible for you to remove the roses and candles and everything so we can have a quiet night."
"Erm... of course. We will see you later."
"Thank you, goodbye."
He tucked the phone in his pocket and walked over to his wife.
"Are you okay, Mrs Phillip?" He asked. The corners of Giselle's mouth curved into a smile.
"It's nice to be called that." She replied, dreamily.
"Giselle, I'm sorry. I've been an arse."
"Well the whole Jack thing. I handled it badly from the begining and I'm sorry. I should have been more supportive."
"Oh, it's fine."
"No it's not. But it will be. We are going to be the best family the world has ever seen. I got the adoption papers for Jack. I just need you to sign consent." Robert took his wife's hand and kissed it.
"Oh, Robert, that's wonderful news!"
Giselle's eyes fluttered open and closed. She held baby Jack tightly in her arms. Robert sat beside her, stroking her hair; it was sweaty and greasy, but he loved Giselle so much.
"You were really great today." He smiled.
"Not really. I'm sorry I shouted at you." Giselle whispered back.
"It's fine, all women do that. Your hormones just wizz around all over the place." Robert rubbed his sore hand.
"And I'm sorry about your hand."
"Don't worry. The nurse said it will be fine soon. Now go to sleep."
Robert unlocked the door of Room 101 in La Belle Hotel. Giselle took his hand and led him inside, but she stopped by the doorway.
"Oh, my!" She gasped, as did Robert at the sight.
The room was exactly as he had planned. The King-Size four-poster bed was coated with silk sheets and velvet pillows, a red curtain hung over the bed, creating a romantic, victorian setting. The bed was sprinkled with rose petals and the only light in the room came from scattered candles and tea-lights. He felt stupid. He had asked them to tone the room down so that she wasn't upset. It was better if they waited for her to be ready and relaxed.
A tear ran down Giselle's cheek and she released her hand from Robert's.
"Giselle, I'm sorry." Robert apologised, rubbing his hands against her arms.
"This is how I wanted it to be...the first time." Giselle whispered, her eyes still searching the room.
"I am so sorry. Please don't cry."
"Robert, don't be silly." She nudged his arm. "I'm crying 'cause I'm happy."
"Yes, Robert, I thought you were meant to be the smart one." She giggled.
"I guess not." He laughed, shrugging his shoulders.
"Robert, thank you. It's perfect." She leant forwards and kissed him.
"I love you Giselle."
"I love you too Robert." She kissed him again, dropping their overnight bag on the floor. She unbuttoned his jacket, and then his waistcoat, but when she reached his shirt, he stopped her.
"Giselle stop." He looked into her eyes, the sparkling blue pools of eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I don't think I've ever been so sure."
The next day...
Sunlight seeped through the curtains of the window opposite the bed. Robert smiled at the naked sleeping beauty beside him. If he had gone back three years, he would have assumed he would be married to Nancy right now and they'd be starting their own family.
Instead, he had married Giselle, a fairy almost-Queen from Andalasia. She had become Morgan's adoptive mother, changed his feelings about love and given them a son to raise and love. Of course, she had ended up in hospital with an unknown virus, had run back to Andalasia, leaving Robert to defeat Queen Narissa, and she had been raped. However, the bad things only led to better things, like Jack for example.
He kissed her forehead as she moved her head onto his chest. Her red hair smelt like strawberries and tickled his bare skin. Her cheeks felt soft like velvet and her beauty was enough to blind any man. Robert smiled. She was a beauty. His beauty and nothing was ever going to change that.
"Thank you Giselle." He whispered.
"For what?" She wasn't asleep like he had thought.
"Everything. Coming to New York, saving me from a dragon, teaching me and Morgan about Andalasia and love, giving me a beautiful boy, marrying me and trusting me."
"Trusting you? I've always trusted you."
"But you trusted me last night. And you've shown him you're stronger than he thought."
"Robert, I will always trust you. I had to move on from it all. Maybe it isn't as gross as I always thought." The last sentence made her giggle. Robert smiled. His wife was glowing for the first time in two years and there was a possibility it was his doing.
"Giselle, I love you and I will forever." He kissed her cheek.
"And I remember when you didn't believe in true love!"
Well that's the end of my story. Thank you so much for the reviews and support I have recieved throughout this story. You guys are all great and it means a lot to me.
There could be a sequel, perhaps, if I can think of more to write, or most likely if there is an Enchanted Sequel created for me to write about.
Well thanks again. Over and out.