The sunlight streamed gently into the West Wing, trickling down the curtains surrounding Adam's bed and dancing upon the golden streaks in his hair. Stirring awake, he subtly noticed the soft warmth hitting his back, but there was a much deeper warmth pressed against his entire front, a warmth that was slowly moving in his arms, burrowing deeper into his chest.

The events of the previous night poured back into his mind, and he opened both eyes to see Belle had not moved an inch from the position she'd fallen asleep in: her leg wrapped around his middle, her left arm around his upper torso, attempting to be as close to him as possible. She was still in her blue dress, which she'd changed into after they greeted the newly-human servants and realized by societal standards, they were both essentially in their undergarments.

Becoming human again was obviously overwhelming for Adam. He was at least two feet shorter, and his entire frame took on a completely different, smaller shape, throwing off his balance immensely when he walked. He couldn't even fathom how Mrs. Potts and Chip were adapting to having hands again.

But he knew it was strange for Belle too, strange to see him not only alive but human again when she'd been weeping over his body for what felt like hours, convinced her father would discover her still there the next morning, that he would have to pull her away from her Beast.

These changes emotionally exhausted them both, and after some celebration with the servants and a wonderful early dinner presented by Lumiere, they each retired to their rooms early.

Before the sun had even begun to set, they both collapsed onto their beds and slipped into a light sleep, but both Belle and Adam found themselves woken by nightmares less than an hour later. So, they both rose to find each other, following the path of the hallway and unintentionally meeting in the middle. Belle had been swiftly walking, her pace frantic, and bumped right into a tall, handsome man, dressed in a simple blouse and breeches.
"Oof!" she gasped as he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her from falling.
"You know, I should really be the one falling all over the place right now," Adam teased.
She attempted to give him her usual half-smile, one that always seemed part playful and part loving, but it was weak, and he quickly let go of her.
"Are you alright?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.
"I...I had a dream," she answered.
He carefully moved his hand to rest on her shoulder, his eyebrows raised, prompting her to elaborate.
"But Adam, it wasn't a dream. It was just a memory. You died. You really, truly died. And all I could do was lie there on the ground next to you, trying to will you back."
"But you did will me back, Belle. You came back and you brought me back. You do understand that, right?" He replied in astonishment.
"I don't know…" her voice trailed off, her mind clearly still replaying the scene on repeat.

He grabbed her hand, guiding her towards the West Wing and shutting the door behind him. They both sat on the bed, but all she could do was avert his gaze, staring directly ahead to the spot on the floor where she'd lost him and found him again.
He tentatively raised his hand to her cheek, pulling her face to look at his.
"Belle, it's me. And if you have trouble seeing that, I completely understand. It'll take time - "
"It's not that, Adam. I know it's you. I just can't stop thinking about how close I was to not having you, to being separated from you forever." she whispered.
He was silent for a moment before replying. "I felt the same way, you know."
"You must have known I'd come back? Even without the mob?" She asked.
"Why should you?" he said sharply, although the words were not meant to pierce her. She knew they were aimed towards himself.
She placed her hands on his, which were resting in his lap. "Because I would've missed you. No, not even that. Because there was no question that I belonged anywhere else at that point but here, with you." she asserted.
"Nowhere else but a place you were imprisoned?" he muttered.
She mirrored his earlier action, placing her hand on his jaw and pulling him towards her.
"Nowhere else that could ever feel like home," she stated, her voice cracking slightly as her eyes shone with tears.
His reaction reflected hers, his eyes beginning to water up a bit as well, and he pulled her to him, resting his head on her shoulder.

They stayed like this for a while before she finally whispered: "Can I stay here tonight? Please, I need to feel you next to me."

He would've replied no, for propriety's sake, but he knew that not only could he never deny her anything, but also that he needed her in the exact same way. And so they lay down, gripping each other so tightly, so afraid that one of the two bodies will be missing if they open their eyes. Instead, they both woke to find nothing had changed, that they were still themselves. That they were still together, and everything was okay.
"We're together now, everything will be okay," Belle had sobbed as she clutched on tightly to the Beast the day before.

It may have felt like a lie in that moment, but Adam knew nothing was truer as Belle lovingly gazed into his eyes, a sleepy smile shining brighter than the sunlight outside the window.