Heart to Heart
After the strange events of the day, of the last twenty eight years even Belle was finally happy to be beside her husband, to be able to lay beside him in the dead of darkness and just watch as he sleeps, as he looks so peaceful, not troubled by a looming curse, deal, enemy or the loss of his son.
It was a small window of time that Rumple appeared to be human, appeared to be the humbled spinner he one was before this darkness had wormed its way into his heart and blackened it with its lure of magic and power.
Only now he actually looked human. She loved her husband with the green scales and unruly hair and she still loved him now with tanned pink skin, brown and grey peppered hair it was just that this new look was something Belle wasn't used to, something she'd only had a glimpse of when they had kissed back in the dark castle almost thirty years ago. She knew inside he was still the same man, she could see it in his beautiful brown eyes.
Now while he slept in the dead of night she had the opportunity to really take in his features. She lay on her side in the double bed they shared in his large pink house, her eyes raking over his sleeping form. She almost envied the fact that he could sleep, for she could not.
Belle felt as though she had slept the past twenty eight years away, in a haze of false memories, lies and the same old routine. Her mind couldn't get over the fact that she felt like she was two people. She was Belle, lady of the Dark Castle, a person who for some reason unbeknownst to herself people feared, a wife to Rumplestiltskin, a Mother to Rose, but she was also Isabelle French, the town librarian, estranged from her father, had an friendship with Mr Gold that most frowned upon and a best friend to Rose.
Rose, her daughter, their daughter, with her Mothers brown curls and love for books, her father's dark eyes and ears and bother her parents stubbornness and bravery. The daughter who, for what felt like a moment ago had been a baby in her arms, barely three months old and now in a blink of an eye, was twenty eight. It hurt Belle to think on how much she missed of her daughter's life, the first words, strides, teeth falling out and more. She only wondered if Snow was feeling the same way about Emma.
It did give Belle some comfort knowing that Rose wasn't alone, that she and Emma had come through to this world together, grown up together and found Storybrooke and broken the curse just as Rumple had prophesised all those years ago. She sighed once more, her gaze still fixed on the man who slept beside her as the cogs in her brain never ceased to stop spinning.
"Belle go to sleep" Rumple mumbled, moving close to his wife and lazily putting an arm around her waist. Apparently he wasn't as asleep as she'd thought.
"I didn't mean to wake you" she mumbled to him, her own arm resting on where his lay across her. Belle marvelled for a moment about how even in their curst state they managed to find one another, to still be in love with one another, despite never admitting it but they'd been close to the night of the miners day festival. It seemed that nothing could keep them apart.
"Stop thinking" Rumple mumbled once again bringing Belle back to the present. His eyes were now open, searching for hers in the darkness of the bedroom.
"I can't" she sighed once again, falling back into her pillow and looking up at the ceiling. "I just….Rose" Trailed off not sure of what she even wanted to say.
Rumple reached over and gently pushed back a lock of his wife's hair from her face "She just needs time to adjust" he told her "Sweetheart we all do" he added.
"But why wouldn't she even consider staying here with us?" Belle asked him. When Belle had gone to collect some of her things from the apartment she'd shared with Rose her daughter had told her that she'd be staying there rather than joining her parents in the large house, it had hurt Belle a little, she'd wanted her family all under one roof.
Her husband raked a hand through her hair as he spoke in a soft tone only reserved for her "She just wants space" he assured her "She didn't mean to upset you or either of us" he added.
Belle nodded "I know its just…..it feels like yesterday she was a baby, only across the hall, waking at odd hours, crying for us, you were singing her that stupid song…" Belle mused.
Rumple grinned before moving to lean over his wife as he whispered "Rosie Posie round and round, spins so fast until she hits the ground" he began with a grin making Belle laugh and hit him lightly in the chest "Rosie Posie wears a frown, so she laughs until it's turned upside down" Belle's laughter was soon muffled by his lips over hers as he kissed her with all the love and assurance he could muster.
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"Don't you think this is weird?" Emma asked Rose as she paced back and forth in the middle of the living room of the apartment above the library that Rose and Belle used to share.
"It is crazy" Rose nodded before taking another sip of the red wine from the glass in her hand and then grabbing the half empty bottle that was on the coffee table and pouring more into her glass. Rose knew that it would take Emma a whole to adjust to the whole offspring of fairy-tale characters idea but she wasn't sure she was the one Emma should be talking too considering she had the same problem.
"I mean, it's insane" Emma flopped down on the sofa beside the brunet. "I mean, I feel like I should just take Henry and run from this place" she admitted with a sigh.
Rose turned to look at her friend "But you have a life here, Henry has a life here" she admitted "Your parents are here" she added.
"It's creepy that there such a similar age to me" Emma mumbled to herself before grabbing the bottle of wine from the table and drinking the alcohol straight from the bottle.
"Yeah" Rose mumbled thinking of house close in age Belle, her mother was to her.
"You okay?" Emma asked her.
"Yeah I'm fine" the brunet nodded.
It then dawned on Emma why her friend might be upset "Oh, I'm sorry, I've been talking about my parents" she cringed knowing it was the one thing that Rose had always wanted and still didn't have but Emma now did and was flaunting it in her friends face.
"It's okay, I'm happy for you" Rose assured her friend. She wasn't sure why but not telling people she was Rumplestiltskin and Belle's daughter had become an unspoken rule between the three that knew, she wondered if it was all part of her father's plan to protect her, just as he'd promised merely hours ago. ' sure why but not telling people she was Rumplestiltskin and Belleed rom the bottle. wasnt er glass. Rose knew that it would t
"We'll find your parents" Emma assured her "Maybe they're fairy-tale characters too" she joked, Rose gave a small laugh, oh if the blond only knew.
Emma looked around the apartment they sat in "Where did you say Izzy was?" she asked using Belle's fake name.
Rose had to think fast "Uh she found her husband" she spoke without really thinking "And so she's staying with him" Rose explained.
"I didn't realise she was married" Emma mused.
"The curse made people forget a lot of things" Rose explained "More wine?" she motioned to the empty bottle on the table.
"Sure" Emma smiled with a nod of her head.
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Meanwhile off of the coast of Storybrooke, a ship sailed towards the docks. A Man in dark leather clothing stood behind the wheel of the ship, gripping it tightly with one hand, his only hand. while a women in a dark dress, dark eyes and ruby red lips stood at the front of the boat.
"Ten minutes until we arrive in Storybrooke" the man called over to her.
"Then I can finally reunite with my daughter" the women grinned at him evilly as he approached her to look at the town that wasn't far away in the distance.
" Aye and I can skin myself a crocodile" he added, finally after centuries, he would get revenge.
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Author Note: Hope you guys enjoyed this first instalment… There's something that's been bothering me, I really want Rose to have a love interest and I've thought and thought and thought and Hook is the only person that I can think off, but I'd like your opinions or suggestions. So please comment in a review of PM.