Author's Note: Hello readers! This fic is a series of one-shots following thestanfoubrew and remuslupinsmiled's 30 Days of Beauty and the Beast challenge prompts (the post can be found here: post/161271386570/beauty-and-the-beast-fanfictionfanart-celebration). These take place pre-Belle (before Belle arrives at the castle but after the curse), post-curse, and some are missing moments from the movie (there may be some pre-curse stuff later on).

I'll try to update this fic daily, but I apologize in advance if I can't.

Thank you for reading and enjoy!

Belle didn't remember falling asleep that night, only that she'd been completely surrounded in Adam's touch after their… eventful wedding night.

She woke to the sounds of the birds chirping and the breeze blowing, and she stopped for a minute to take in everything. Adam – her husband – was sleeping peacefully beside her, his chest rising and falling evenly. She gently tucked a piece of his gold strands behind his ear, hoping she wouldn't wake him.

Belle didn't know if her eyes were deceiving her, or if she was still caught up in the happiness of the wedding, but she could have sworn she'd seen him smile as she moved his hair.

The wedding the day before had been a grand event – something that Belle had tried desperately to avoid. But once Adam had said to her that he, as the King's nephew and the Duke of Anjou would never have a private ceremony even if France were engulfed in flames, she relented. However, they'd managed to allow the reception at the castle instead of at Versailles, which was a blessing in of itself. It meant they would be spared the discomfort of travelling the great distance to Versailles or Paris, but of course having the King of France as a guest brought on its own difficulties.

As the sun peaked through the glass windows, Belle thought she could hear the sounds of laughter and the tapping of shoes on marble. She wouldn't be surprised if there were still nobles dancing in the ballroom. When she and Adam had snuck away late last night, the guests looked as if they could have danced into the next century.

The months leading up to the wedding had been some of the most stressful Belle had experienced. And the fact that the King himself and half of Versaille's nobles would be attending made all the matters worse.

But then one morning, as Belle was writing what seemed to be thousands of thank you letters for their wedding gifts, Adam had pulled her aside and down the grand staircase.

"Where on Earth are we going?" Belle had asked, her mind still racing with wedding details. Adam had just given her a sly smile. "You'll see. It's a surprise."

"Now is not the time for surprises–"

"Just trust me."

They left the castle into an awaiting carriage. For the whole ride – thought it had been a rather short ride – Adam had worn the same sly smile. He was planning something, she knew it, and she wanted to know desperately what it was.

It wasn't long before she recognized the route they were taking, towards Villeneuve. "Why are we heading towards the village?"

"You'll see, darling," Adam said, holding her hands and placing a small kiss on her temple. Despite her constant worry over the wedding plans, it felt as if there was nothing for her to stress over in that one, miniscule moment.

"Do that again," Belle whispered. Her fiancé obliged, placing another kiss on her temple.

As the carriage rolled closer and closer to the small village, a sense of uneasiness settled in Belle's stomach. Since the curse had been lifted eight months before she hadn't been to Villeneuve much, and in fact attempted to avoid it. All she could think about were the years she'd been an outsider, mocked, and not to mention almost sent to an asylum with her father.

The rest of the ride was silent until the carriage finally pulled to a stop. Belle looked out the window. They were in front of Père Robert's small church. She smiled at the building. Despite the all the bad memories she had at Villeneuve, the church, its priest, and its books had been a shining light.

She'd kept in touch with him of course – sending correspondence, but all the wedding plans had made time a scarce thing, and the frequency of her visits had suffered because of it.

The coachman opened the door and Adam stepped out into the bright sunlight, holding out his hand for her to take. Belle picked up her skirts and stepped out of the carriage, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light.

In front of the church doors, Belle was very much surprised to see her father standing there with a small bouquet of flowers.

"Papa!" Belle exclaimed. "You said you'd be in your workshop all day."

Maurice smiled at his fib and couldn't help but gaze at Adam, who was sharing in something Belle had obviously not caught on to.

"What is all this about?" She was getting rather annoyed that she wasn't in on their little scheme.

"You said you wanted a small wedding…" Adam said, folding his hands behind his back and eying the church.

Belle's brows furrowed as she realized what was happening. Her jaw was pried open in shock. "But how did you… how did you make the King agree…" A thousand thoughts formed in her mouth and all tried to push out at once. "All the planning we've done…"

"Relax, my darling," Adam laughed and put his hands on her shoulders comfortingly. "Our long-awaited wedding at the cathedral next week is still occurring, but I planned this one with your father and Père Robert for just for the two of us. No court, no royal precession, no king. Just us." He took her hands in his, placing kisses on her knuckles. "Next week we'll be married in the eyes of the court, but tonight… we'll be officially married."

Belle's eyes became shiny with tears. She was afraid if she spoke her words would come out as a garbled mess.

Adam placed a kiss on her temple before entering the church, leaving her with her father. He handed her the flowers, and Belle took them in one hand while placing the other around his arm.

"How long have you two been planning this?" She asked between a soft cry of joy and a laugh. Maurice though pensively for a moment. "A month, perhaps?" He replied. "Do you remember the day I came down here to finish packing up the rest of the things from the cottage?"

"Of course, you wouldn't let me come with you."

"Yes, well, your fiancé and I were actually arranging this."

"So that was why I couldn't find Adam that day," Belle scoffed. "I assume the servants are in on it, considering they tried to make excuses for him that day."

Maurice laughed. "Yes, they are."

From inside the church, Belle could hear the sounds of the organ playing, and the doors opened. It was becoming increasingly difficult to contain her tears as Plumette, Cogsworth, Mr. And Mrs. Potts, and Chip stood from the front pews. Père Robert was standing at the altar, looking on proudly. Madame de Garderobe was standing beside her husband at the organ; no doubt she would be singing after the event, and Lumière stood beside her fiancé, who turned to watch to her walk towards him.

Belle's smile couldn't help but grow as she took in her surroundings. Here she was, getting married a week early at a private ceremony, in a simple blue dress and riding boots. But that didn't matter. She couldn't care less about her wardrobe in this moment, or what flowers would decorate the ballroom, or what hors d'oeuvres would be served.

As Belle and Maurice reached the altar, Belle handed her flowers to Plumette and stood beside Adam. "I still can't believe you've done this," Belle whispered as Père Robert began his readings.

"Consider it an early wedding gift from me," he replied.

She smiled. "It's the best wedding gift I could hope for."

The ceremony had rushed by in blur of happiness, and now as Belle pushed off the covers of the bed, their bed, with the exhilaration and madness of both weddings behind them, she wondered how she ever spent eight months waking up without him beside her.