A/N: Okay, I just watched a bunch of YouTube clips of Robert Carlyle (Rumplestiltskin/Mr. Gold) talking, and he really downplays his accent in the show. I wish he wouldn't do that, because I'm sorry, but that accent...it makes what is already incredibly attractive even more so. How dare he rob from us our auditory pleasure! Anyway, there will most likely be an absolutely OUTPOURING of fanfiction today, simply because I just went for a thirteen hour car ride and before that didn't have Internet for 48 hours. Thus, there is a lot to be published. Prepare thyself and read on!
Rumplestiltskin awoke with a start. In a blink, he jumped out of bed and had purple magic glistening at his fingertips. Belle's side of the bed was empty, not that he was overly surprised. Pregnant women were up at all hours. Still, he was certain he'd heard a strange noise. A soft wish, something not quite identifiable. On soft silent feet, he padded to his bedroom door and pushed it open. He ran to the stairs and almost flew down them, his feet barely touching the carpet. Arriving at a landing halfway down the spiral staircase, he was pulled to a stop. Belle was there, but she didn't look like Belle.
She had opened the tall window, pushing the drapes to their respective sides. It was a full moon tonight and it shone down on her, giving Belle a special ethereal look Rumple would never forget. The window squares made patterns on her shape. She wore a pale blue nightgown covered by an incredibly thin white robe. In that moment and forever, Belle looked absolutely angelic.
Rumple smiled as he watched her smile and sigh in contentment. He crept up behind her, making just enough of a scuffing noise to let her know he was there. Rumple wrapped his arms around Belle's pregnant belly,
"A beautiful night, my dear." He said. Belle put her hands on top of his and leaned back into her husband's bare chest,
"That it is. And Baby decided I absolutely had to see it." she said, looking ruefully down at her belly. Rumple kissed the top of her head,
"Come back to bed." he whispered. Belle turned to him, eyes sparkling,
"Can we sleep outside?" she asked. Rumple's brow furrowed,
"Belle, there are wolves out there. And it's bound to be temperamental weather." He was silenced when Belle pressed her lips to his,
"Wolves that won't dare bother the incredibly fearsome Rumplestiltskin and a wonderful, cool summer night." She said. Rumple looked unconvinced. "Please?" she said, looking up at him with her most innocent eyes. His willpower crumbled at that look. He put an arm around her shoulders, leading Belle down the many steps. They walked out to the back garden. Rumple walked up to two very large trees and stood between them. With a little magic and a lot of golden thread, he soon fashioned a hammock for two. He helped Belle on, then climbed in himself. Belle curled into him, her large belly pressing against his hip. He laid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight. Belle sighed and snuggled in closer,
"Good-night, Rum." She said, yawning. He leaned over and kissed her head,
"Good-night, Belle." Soon both parents were asleep, each with a hand on their baby.