Author's Note: Hello all. This is a sequel to Kidnapped, so if you haven't read that story, some concepts in this might be confusing. I suggest you read that first, to better understand this one. If not, you can PM me or review, and I can attempt to give you a summary of it.

Also, Bae is a huge part of this, just like Belle, Gold, Archie, and Killian. However, I could only tag four characters, and he just happens to be the odd one out.

I hope you enjoy!

Gold walked through the door, holding Bae's hand, and felt relief. He was finally home from the hospital. He could finally spend time with his precious boy. David Nolan followed them in, just long enough to put his wife's homemade spaghetti on the counter, before leaving them alone to enjoy being together.

Gold almost instantly put the food onto two plates, and father and son dug into the delicious food. Gold was content to stay mostly silent as Bae talked almost faster than he could think, excited to tell his father of all his adventures with Emma while he was still in the hospital. The boy barely remembered to take bites of his food in between his stories of fighting dragons and going to the park with one of his best friends. Robert found himself having to constantly remind Baden to eat, something he usually didn't have to do when spaghetti was the meal. After one small bite of his still mostly-full plate, Bae changed topics.

"Papa, the only bad thing was bedtime. I missed your bedtime story." Gold almost choked, but Baden kept talking, telling his father what the Nolan's did as their bedtime ritual. For the first time that night, Robert ignored his son, too busy worrying to care that the Nolan's read Goodnight Moon to Emma, or that Baden had acquired a strong dislike for the book somehow. All he could think about was how he was going to have to disappoint his son. The doctor had told him to take things easy, because even though he was out of the hospital, the bullet wound still needed time to heal. Picking his son up, as was part of their bedtime ritual, would certainly not help his recovery. But, Bae had told him he missed their bedtime story, and he couldn't let his little boy down.

"Son," Gold said, interrupting Baden's story of how the Dream Catchers, whatever those were, only took away nightmares if you remembered them before going to sleep. "I'll be right back, alright? You eat at least five bites while I'm gone."

"Okay Papa," Bae agreed, already putting some spaghetti into his mouth as Gold left the room. He would need help to tuck his son into bed, and he only knew of one person who Bae had let help in their bedtime ritual before. Luckily, he had Belle's number, even though they hadn't had much of a chance to talk since she'd been released from the hospital. He dialed, and she picked up almost instantly.

"Hello, this is Belle," she greeted.

"Hi, this is Robert." Before she could respond, he found himself babbling. "I just got home with Bae and I need to tuck him in tonight but the wound is still too painful and I thought maybe you could help?" He tried to catch his breath in the silence that followed, and for a second he was sure she wasn't going to answer him.

"Ok, sure! What's your address?"

Belle put her cup of apple cider in the sink, and shut off her computer, before grabbing her keys and dashing out the door. She would have plenty of time to work on her story later, and she was excited to see Baden again. She'd missed him more than she thought she would, and, if she was being honest with herself, she missed his father almost as much.

She found herself having trouble staying within the speed limit, something she usually got mad at other drivers for. Maybe she could understand their need for speed a little better now. If they had even half as good a reason as she currently did, she could easily forgive them.

Soon, she reached the house, and she paused for a second at the sight of what was practically a mansion. Robert had never mentioned that he was filthy rich. Shaking her head to dispel some of the shock she was currently feeling, she walked up to the door and knocked. Robert opened it, relief written all over his face. "Thank you so much," he said as he ushered her inside. "Bae's upstairs, waiting for us."

In truth, his son was ecstatic at the prospect of seeing Belle again, and the only way Gold had convinced him to go put his pajamas on was that Belle couldn't tuck him in if he wasn't ready for bed. Soon, they were standing outside Baden's room, and that was when Belle decided to be brave. "It's good to see you again."

He turned scarlet at her complement, and barely managed to say, "You too," before opening the door to his son's room.

"Belle!" Baden yelled, running over and slamming into her, wrapping his arms around her. She embraced him, realizing only then that she'd missed him even more than she'd previously thought.

"Bae, it's so good to see you."

"You too." She bit back a giggle at the similar response father and son had given to the same statement, but with very different tones. "I missed you, Belle. It's awesome that you're here again. Maybe we could watch a movie, or …"

"It's already half an hour past your bedtime," Gold admonished.

"But Papa, Belle's here! Can't I do something with her for just a little bit?" Baden pleaded. Gold felt himself caving to his little boy's wish. He usually had trouble convincing himself not to spoil Bae, but it seemed that after almost losing him, he was even more prone to bend to his every request.

"Bae, you really should get to bed," Belle interrupted before Robert had a chance to speak. "But, maybe I could come over sometime this week to spend some time with you. How does that sound?"

"Great!" Bae agreed, already looking forward to spending time with her later. Gold was still in shock that Belle had actually offered to come over just to spend time with his son. She truly was remarkable. "Guess how much I love you?" It took a second for Gold to realize his son had already started.

"Oh, I don't think I could guess that." Baden grinned thoroughly enjoying the comfort of having both his father and his favorite bedtime story back.

"This much," Baden claimed, stretching out his arms.

"But I love you this much," Gold said, stretching out his own arms. Belle noticed him grimace slightly as he did so, and she wondered how much his wound was still bothering him. It was certainly a good thing that he'd decided to enlist help for this bedtime ritual.

"Well, I love you as high as I can reach," Bae countered, standing on his tip toes to maximize the effect.

"I love you as high as Belle can reach." Not realizing she was going to be enlisted for help this soon, Belle quickly threw her arms in the air. Baden laughed at the shocked look on her face, before doing a handstand with his feet touching the wall.

"I love you up to my toes."

Belle, remembering what came next from the only other time she'd helped, picked him up by his hands and spun him around the room, careful to make sure he didn't hit into anything. "I love you up to your toes."

Robert watched, a bit forlornly, as Bae giggled in Belle's safe grasp. He missed doing this with his son, and he knew it would be awhile before he could do it again. At least his son could still experience this, even if he no longer could. Soon, Belle set him down, and Bae was finally able to stop giggling.

"I love you as high as I can hop." Soon, both he and Belle were jumping up and down. Belle started to wonder if Gold had worked out before, or if this had counted as his workout, because she was starting to get exhausted already.

"I love you as high as Belle can hop."

Baden finally started to get tired of hopping, so he stopped. "I love you across the street."

"I love you across the street, though the neighborhood, and to the park," Robert said, smiling as his son tried to suppress a yawn. This story always worked to wear his little boy out.

"I love you guys to the moon," he whispered, as Belle gently picked him up and lay him down in bed.

"We love you to the moon and back," Gold whispered back, and Belle found herself touched that yet again, she'd been included in such a sweet tradition.

"Papa?" Bae called as the adults were about to sneak out of the room.

"Yes, Bae?"

"I wish Belle could help say goodnight to me every night." Belle felt her heart melt as such a sweet comment, and she found herself wishing the same thing. Gold was shocked, not from his boy's words, but at the vision of him and Belle, taking turns for who actually twirled Bae around, but neither of them minded because tucking in their little baby was just as precious. What was he thinking? He hardly knew Belle, and he was already day dreaming about marrying her! It must be her love for his little boy that attracted him to her so strongly.

"Well, I'm sure she'd love that," he responded, and satisfied with that answer, Baden snuggled under the covers, ready to go to sleep. The two adults tip-toed out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.

Soon, they were downstairs, and Belle was starting to kind of head to the door, when Gold decided he needed to learn more about this woman who loved his son so much. "You know, you could stay a little longer, if you wanted to. It would be terribly rude of me to call you down here to tuck in Bae and kick you out right afterwards."

This seemed like the perfect opportunity to get to know Baden's father. "Sure." He grinned, and asked her to sit down on the couch. It was when he came back with a very expensive bottle of wine that Belle started to get a little nervous. "Um, Robert, I don't want to read too much into this or anything, but I just wanted to let you know that I'm dating someone." She felt herself turning scarlet at the assumption that he had a crush on her. He might just want to get to know her for Baden's sake, but still, she didn't want to accidentally break his heart if she could help it.

She was dating someone? It felt like his heart was crumbling into tiny pieces, but he should have known someone as special as Belle would have a boyfriend. How could she not? "Oh, well, I just wanted to get to know you." Besides, you hardly know her! How can you already have a crush on her?

"Ok, good. Me too." He poured her a glass of the wine, and she accepted, before he took a glass of his own. She took a sip, and her eyes lit up in shock. "This is amazing!"

He chuckled. "Well it should be. I didn't have it imported from France for nothing." She stared at him, mouth hanging open slightly.

"What's your job, exactly?" He'd just started to realize that Belle had probably never seen anyone quite this rich before, and he wondered what she thought about it. He hoped she didn't consider him a snob, or arrogant.

"I own Golden Fabrics. It's a company that makes some of the best fabric in the world, a lot of high end clothing stores get their fabric from us."

"Oh, ok." Belle was still having trouble wrapping her head around the fact that the Gold family was so rich.

"Um, what do you do?" Robert asked, trying desperately to change the subject.

"I'm a librarian. And, I'm attempting to become an author, but I have yet to get anything published." She didn't know why she told him she was an aspiring author. She hadn't even told her father or Garret that, because she knew they would tell her that the dream was unlikely to come true. However, she had a feeling she would get a different response from Robert.

"Really? What type of books do you want to write?" Yes, a totally different response than anyone else she knew.

"Well, for a while I thought I wanted to write young adult books, and I still do, but after spending some time with your son, I've come up with a couple good ideas for children's books."

"Really?" Robert asked, and he looked genuinely interested in what she had to say, so she launched into the story she was currently working on about the dream catchers.

Gold found himself in shock by how interesting she could make her ideas sound, and was soon listening to pretty much every idea she'd ever come up with, which she shared easily. Whether the book was meant for children or adults, whether it was sci-fi or a western, Robert was sure he would buy any book that the creative woman in front of him had written.

"Oh gosh, it's one o'clock in the morning!" Belle exclaimed, and Robert realized, with a bit of shock and sorrow, that she was right.

"I'm sorry I kept you so late," Gold apologized as Belle scrambled to her feet, grabbing her purse.

"No, it's not your fault at all," Belle argued, and she was about to make her way to the door when she stumbled slightly.

"Belle are you alright?" he asked, before noticing the bottle of wine he'd brought out was more empty than he'd thought. He'd only had one glass, but Belle must have poured herself a few more, due to the novel taste of it. "Are you drunk?"

"Er, no." Thinking back on it, she had shared a few rather personal things about her stories very easily, probably a bit too easily for a person she hardly knew.

"That's it, I'm driving you home," he insisted.

"But how will I get my car?" Darn it, but she had a really good point there. He froze, trying to think of a way around that question that didn't involve Belle driving home drunk.

"I'll have someone deliver it to you," he insisted. "Or I'll drive it now and take the taxi home."

"But you can't take a taxi, not with your injury, and I need my car for work tomorrow." Darn it, darn it, darn it.

"Maybe you could sleep in a guest room tonight?" She grinned, and little too widely, and nodded in agreement. She easily let him lead her up the stairs, and she sat down on the bed.

"Um, okay, so my bedroom is right down the hall if you need anything." She nodded, and he started to walk out of the room.

"Goodnight, Robert."

"Goodnight, Belle." And with that, he closed the door to her room and walked to his, wondering how tucking in a little boy could lead so quickly to intoxication.