Chapter 1

Ryan Gold (POV):

"Do you promise to stay with me forever" my son looked up at me with his big brown eyes

"yes Bae of course" i pulled the blanket over him and turned out the light slowly walking out. Bae has asked me that question every night since his mother ran off without him. *knock knock* I opened the door to find the devil herself smirking at me. "Michele" i nodded at her

"Ryan I'm here for my son" she smirked even wider if that was even possible

"Bae...No" I was near tears "mama" Bae was standing at the top of the stairs

"hi Bailey" Michele suddenly became kind

"you're going to be staying with your mother for a bit son" one of the CPS guys announced to Bae

"but papa you can't break our promise" he looked at me "I'm sorry Bae I have to" suddenly Michele picked him up and walked out of the house with a crying Bae.
"No!" I sat up panting. It was just a dream "I'm sorry Bae" picking up my cane I limped to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of whiskey and used it to chase down a pill. knowing I'll never get back to sleep I decided to get to work on the case I had opening it i thought to myself looks like miss Regina Mills is now fighting over custody with our newest town member miss Emma Swan, not worth my time. may as well head into the office 7am isn't too early, and maybe I can stop by Mysterious Love the book store and find a good book to read during the uneventful parts of the day.

Belle French (POV):

I sat up sighing, again with this dream almost every night I dream of this mysterious and handsome man taking me out and whispering sweet things in my ear but I always wake up before he kisses me. Tonight he commented on my beauty with "careful dearie you might hurt someone and I fear it may be me" glancing at my alarm clock I jumped up to begin my day at my beautiful bookstore.

ONE HOUR LATER
After making myself a cup of tea I sat down with my latest book and started to read. I had barely read a page when the bell over the door chimed and I stood to greet them forgetting the tea in my lap and dropped the cup to the floor. picking it up I noticed the chip in the rim i was frowning at the tea cup when my customer reminded me of his presence

"careful dearie you may hurt someone and I fear it may be me" why does that give me a sense of deja-vu glancing up I froze.