A/N: I won't be writing as much until next weekend, because as you all know, ONCE UPON A TIME RETURNS THIS WEEKEND OMFG IM SOOOO EXCITED! and I'll be watching the whole entire marathon that they'll have. I go back to school on monday, so that leaves me saturday and sunday to write Rumbelle. Just know though, that I won't pay attention to the lessons because I'll be writing Rumbelle, so I'll fail it XD. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Golden Treasures: A series of Rumbelle Ones-shots

"Belle, where are you going?" My husband asked, not even bothering to look up from his newspaper. I was already bundled up tight to face the cold. My hair sung against my head under a knit woolen cap. He knew me that well, though of course it was obvious I was going somewhere, no one dressed like this inside.

"I'm just going to the library, Rumple, don't worry." I assured him, turning the knob of the polished oak door. But I felt a strong hand on my shoulder.

"I don't want you to go." Said Rumplestiltskin, looking into my eyes. "You're pregnant, I don't want anything to hurt you."

I glare at him, my blue eyes piercing his deep brown ones, but I stop because he cares about me. It's the hormones making me angry, half the time I can't control it. Then my mood changes to pleading.

"Please Rumple? Please, please, please let me go?" I beseech him like a little girl, batting my eyelashes and looking as cute and innocent as possible. It works.

His heart melts because he knows he can't deny me much of anything. If I wanted Regina dead, he would have done it in a heartbeat. I don't want her dead, though he does, not only because she locked me away for decades, but because the night I found out I was pregnant she cut the cables and left us stranded there overnight. He sighs, can't believing he gave into my whim, and nods. I kiss him on the cheek and head out the door, giving him a cherry and thankful smile over my shoulder as I skip to the bookstore.

My bump is tiny, and if I wear the right kind of clothing an awkward way, I can hide it. Only seven people know of me and Rumple's child besides ourselves, two of which could tell anyone they wanted to and it would spread like wildfire. I permitted Emma and Charming to tell Snow and Henry, just because they didn't keep secrets in their family and I knew I could trust them. I told Ruby just because she's one of my best friends and again, I could trust her with the information I gave her. Dr. Whale and Regina Mills were another matter. I could feel myself getting hotter in anger when thinking of those two. If Rumple or I did anything they didn't like, BAM the whole town is gossiping about us.

I can hear the sentences traveling from ear to ear now. 'Did you hear?' 'Belle's pregnancy?' 'The poor dear, I herd the father is the dark one' ' That child will be an outcast for sure!' The invisible voices are made up and not real. If I can keep this whole thing under wraps for another month and a half, I will have time to smooth over everything before people start looking at me funny.

I close the door to the library. I crank up the thermostat. I really don't expect anyone here today, I just wanted to be alone. Rumple's been fondling over me ever since that night, not letting me clean or cook, it's getting ridiculous, but he does it out of love, so I guess it's all right. I shuffle though the mystery books, hoping to find a Sherlock Holmes one that I haven't read two or three times in a day.

I find a dusty cover and pull it off the shelf, coughing and sneezing as the filth hits my nose and mouth. I sit in a winged armchair, with a tall lamp beside it, casting a warm light on my book. The words on the page seem to pop out at me as I crack open the cover. I tuck my legs inward and read to my baby. I herd somewhere that when a mother talks, the baby knows who is talking. Well, this little one will know what I sound like. Rumple reads to me every night, but I think it's for the same reason, so our child will know our voices when she is born. I keep reading until my voice is horse and I'm just about done with the novel.

Sherlock Holmes was very clever in this one, pretending to be fatally ill just so he could catch the thief trying to murder him. I laughed at some parts, and I don't normally do that in these kinds of novels, but he was just so cruel to Watson, and it was all a joke. I'll have to rent the movie, Ruby said it was very good and suspenseful, maybe Rumple will get it for me.

I look at the time on the clock above my desk. It's 4:35 and I left at 1:22. I've been reading for three hours. I rub my eyes sleepily and yawn. Maybe I'll call Rumple and tell him I'll sleep here tonight. I look out the window and see that frost has crept on the windows like a stealthy assassin waiting for his unsuspecting victim. Snow was falling, lightly dusting the streets with its sparkle. Couples were coming out of their shops and homes to catch the white flakes on their tongues. Children squeezing their eyes tight, wishing for a snow day tomorrow. It looks cold outside, and it's nice and toasty warm in the library. Plus I'm surrounded by books.

I pick up the rather heavy phone, punching in the number for our home. After three rings, Rumple answers.

"Hello?" He says normally. He knows its me calling from the library, we have a fascinating thing called caller I.D . I don't think he was scared or anything about me coming home so late.

"Rumple?"

"Yes Belle?"

"I think I'll stay here tonight, I could make it home but with all the people outside because of the snow, their bound to ask questions. Don't worry, I've got wood for a fire and food. Plus I have loads of books." I say to him. I can hear crackling on the other end of the phone, he probably built a fire to keep warm, but he has a thermostat just like I do. He contemplates this for a moment, weighing the options of me staying here without him. Finally I hear him speak.

"If you really want to stay there, that's fine. I've got work to do anyways and I think I found a breakthrough in my ingenious plan for revenge." He says, ending with a high pitched giggle that makes me smirk. I love it when he does that.

"No magic I hope?" I smile, though he can't tell because he can't see me.

"Nope, none what so ever, just revenge, best served cold." I can tell he has a wicked gleam in his eye without even seeing him. A pain comes from my protruding bump. It doesn't hurt, but it's unexpected. I know what it is. I smile, putting a hand on my stomach and rubbing it.

"Rumple?" I say to him one last time.

"Hmm?" He says back, deeply in thought about his plan.

"The baby just kicked." I say to him happily and cheerfully.

This seems to bring him out of thought. He laughs.

"That's great, Belle, give her our love, I'll see you in the morning, ok?"

"Ok, I will, I love you."

"Love you too."

The line disconnects, and I gently put it back on its stand. I walk through the maze of paper and ink and unlock the door to the apartment I stay at sometimes. It is furnished well, though not as fancy as the estates. I decide to make myself some pasta, because that's what I crave during this pregnancy. The fridge back home is stock piled with the yellow slender noodles. I'll eat other things, because I'm not a picky eater, but I eat some kind of pasta almost every day.

I wash up after I eat, putting on a black tank top and pink sweat pants that hug my legs. I cover up, cold for a moment but then warmed up, the heat an enemy from the cold, warding it away from me and my child.

I feel her kick again, and I rub my stomach, letting her know that I'm here, and she's not alone. I think she feels the absence of her father though, because she won't stop kicking.

"Rose Akaila Gold, stop it." I scold my unborn child. A couple more kicks follow, but my child stops it. "I'm supposed to tell you that your father, Rumplestiltskin, loves you. He really does, and I love you too, more than words can express. We both love you."

I turn off the lights and plunge myself into darkness, I nestle down in the queen size bed and let my mind wander, eventually falling asleep.