Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time or any of the characters and storylines in the show. This is just a fanwork made for fun.
These flickets are set between the end of The Dark Lady and the beginning of The Dark Children. You don't strictly need to have read those two fics for most of them to make sense, but there are references from both works here all around. I've posted them on tumblr a while ago, they've been rewritten and edited, so if you have happened to read them there when I first posted them, it may sound a little familiar.
I have some of these flickets written, but I'm taking prompts, if you have one for me. I'm always happy to fill them.
Well, I hope you all enjoy it, as always. Thank you for reading.
The soft low noise of the spinning wheel filled the dining hall alongside with the giggles of the baby girl in Belle's arms. She was sat on the chaise cradling an eleven-month-old Rose gently, with Gideon by her side, playing with her, swinging his stuffed teddy bear in front of her face for her chubby fingers to try reaching it.
Small soft auburn curls started to frame her face some months earlier, her brown eyes grew intelligent and more aware of every detail they could catch, just as her babbling became more constant. The Dark Lady read for her very often, emphasizing the words in an attempt to turn her baby mumbling into something intelligible, trying to convince little Rose so say little things like "mama" or "papa", but most of the time all she could get from her was a bunch of giggles and some monosyllabic sounds.
Mrs. Potts had also been a great enthusiastic when it came of trying to teach the youngest member of the family to talk, just like Rumple and even Gideon, however Rose was all about unexpected moments. Just like her mama, she was the only one who decided when was the right time to do something. So, when her brother pulled the bear away from her for what must have been the tenth time that day, she furrowed, stretching her little arms in his direction with that distressed look in her eyes which indicated that if she didn't get what she wanted soon, she was going to start screaming, but what slipped through her mouth, was something way more delighting than a whine.
"Gigi!"
Rumplestiltskin stopped his work at the wheel and looked directly at the place where his family was nestled together, with wide eyes, a smile stretching on his lips. The imp wasn't sure if he had heard it right, however his ears most never wronged themselves and that new voice in the hall, was something so beautiful and sweet that could have only come from this tiny special being he loved so very much.
"Her first word," the Dark One contemplated.
Belle squealed happily, kissing Rose's cheek repeatedly and hugging her tight.
"Oh, baby, this is sweet."
"Gigi," Rose repeated, pointing at her brother.
A frown formed on Gideon's face. He didn't understand why his father was standing up and coming to join his mother in spoiling Rose, because of this stupid word, as it sounded terribly silly to him.
"This is not my name," he protested. "Gigi is not even a boy's name!"
"Darling, she doesn't know how to speak Gideon yet, but she is trying." Belle explained touching his cheek. "You should feel special, because out of every first word your little sister could have chosen to speak, she called you."
His brown eyes fixed on Rose's ones, and a small smile took him as he heard how she kept babbling the same word over and over again. He needed to admit she was very cute and the babyish way she kept doing everything was just too adorable to be ignored, which was probably why his father was looking astonished at her as he picked Rose from his mother's arms, mumbling joyful words to her.
Belle also appeared to be very proud and he wondered if they were that happy when he spoke his first word too, but knowing his parents, Gideon was pretty sure that they were probably as happier as they were now when it was him, learning those small things. He offered the bear to Rose and the baby girl lifted it to her mouth sucking at its stuffed ear, leaving it soaked with saliva. A grimace appeared in the boy's face, as he thought it probably wouldn't be wise to hold the bear again before someone washed it for him, but Gideon couldn't help feeling happy with the scene in front of him.
Moving the little girl to only one arm, Rumplestiltskin brushed his son's hair away from his face, smiling at him as his wife leaned her head against his chest.
"Are you feeling special now, my boy?" He asked.
"I do." Gideon admitted.
Author's Note: My apologies if there is something wrong with my writing. English is not my first language.
