Note: Spent the day catching up on Fan Fiction, next chapter of "Tune of Bullets" was up and I love that story, but the Bad Faery is just that very, very bad having to wait a week for each chapter…lol. Evening is here and my hands are itching so I'll get back to it. Thank you for the wonderful reviews, story, and author alerts they are all appreciated.

xXevanderXx-I can't take complete credit for the new character he is the janitor from the hidden psycho unit in Storybrooke. I only started watching Ouat from the night they aired Rumpel and Belle's story and I was hooked after that so I'm not sure if he was someone in fairytale land. From the first moment they showed him in the hall I wanted to know his story. He was mute, with intelligence, and even a sense of humor but like Belle he in shunned by others. I love him so far and he will play a part in this story.

Wintersmith-As far as punctuation I'm clueless and it's all a guess. If the computer didn't say "Hey stupid that's a question replace the period" there would be periods for everything lol. I would never claim to be a writer. I'm just living out a fantasy, but keep me in line because I also want very much to learn. I especially appreciate the example it's easier for me to learn that way. I have a webster's on the desk and have looked up more words than I can count because my spelling is so bad even spell check can't recognize it. I had to go online just to find "patchouli" I love the scent but hadn't a clue how to spell it lol. You are appreciated.

Chapter 6

Belle went upstairs to put on something a little cooler the temperature wasn't the problem it was the man downstairs that made her body burst into flames. He had almost kissed her she thought as she sat down on the bed trying to calm her racing heart. She closed her eyes and she could still feel the heat of his body pressed up against her. He had wrapped his arm around her and held her tightly to him, and she almost lost control of her thoughts. She realized at that moment with a shake of her head that she was going to have to be very careful not to just let herself go in the moment. What if the glamour spell dissipated in the heat of the moment and he found himself looking down into the eyes of a monster? He would be mortified and shove her away, and she felt close to tears at that moment because she felt as if she was deceiving him, this woman he saw was not who she was anymore. The feeling of elation she had just felt a moment ago was now gone replaced with sadness and loss. Her heart remembered that familiar ache. She didn't know what to do. She knew she could not keep up this charade forever and eventually he would see her for who what was, but she was more afraid of the betrayal he would feel. He was starting to have feelings for her, she knew, she was feeling the same thing. Would he feel them no matter what she looked like? She seriously doubted it. Tacey had seemed to be the only one not affected by her hideous appearance, but he was also an outcast. She wished she could turn back time she would never have used the glamour spell, but wishing didn't change things. She got up and changed into a simple light blue dress with short sleeves and a leather bodice, and made her way back downstairs.

Rumpel sat at the kitchen table listening to Bae chat away about his exploration of the castle. He tried to give his son his undivided attention, but his mind kept wandering to what had just happened between him and Belle. She had felt wonderful pressed next to his body. She smelled of springtime and rain, with the faint hint of roses. She had made him feel wanted and he had filled with desire for her, white hot and churning. It had been so long he couldn't remember if he had ever felt that way about his wife. Belle stirred something inside of him that had been dormant before now. He wanted to explore every inch of her with his hands and his mouth. He wanted to make love to her and hear her whisper his name, to sleep in his arms with her body pressed against his. He wanted to hear her say she was falling for him, because he knew he was falling in love with her. Would she want his love?

"Papa," Bae touched his shoulder. "Did you hear me?"

"I'm sorry Bae, my mind wondered off." Rumple said.

"I said," Bae said with a little irritation, "there is a spinning wheel in the library."

"It will be nice to have one around." Rumpel said flatly.

"Is something wrong?" Bae asked.

"No, I was just thinking about something, everything's fine." Rumpel said and gave the boy a smile.

Bae knew his father well and he usually hung on his every word, but he seemed distracted. He hoped he wasn't having second thoughts about being here. He sat down at the table and looked at his papa.

"What were you thinking about?" Bae asked.

Rumpel gave him a look that made him giggle.

"What," Bae cried, "you always talk to me about everything."

"Not this time." Rumpel said.

Bae was a very insightful boy and he knew he had his papa pegged right. He sat back in the chair and grinned, truly enjoying himself. Bae had never known his father to be sweet on anyone, and he was happy to see that it had happened. He didn't like that his father had always been alone. Bae knew his father was special, he didn't lie to him, he didn't drink or gamble, he worked hard usually long into the night, he had always put him first, he was kind, gentle, and loving, and his papa's bed had been empty since his mother had left them. Bae had ears, he had heard the things the people in his village had said, that his mother had loved someone else, that he was a bastard, and that his papa was a coward for fleeing the ogre wars. None of if bothered Bae now, it had hurt, but he knew what was true. This man that sat next to him had never once complained about being left with a newborn son. He had spent everyday caring for him, providing for him, loving him, and did his best to make him happy and raise him to also be a good man. His papa was a great man in his eyes and he deserved the love of a woman who would love all of the special things he had to offer.

"You were thinking about Belle." Bae said smiling as it reached his eyes.

Rumpel gave a disgruntled grunt and got up from the table to make tea.

He sighed heavily and knew Bae was right. They had always discussed everything together and his actions would affect Bae too. He stopped and turned around leaning back against sink for support and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I really like her Bae." Rumpel said.

Bae turned in his chair and threw his arm casually over the back watching his father.

"I think she likes you too." Bae said."

Rumpel looked down at the floor.

"It's more than that Bae," Rumpel said softly, "I think I'm falling in love with her."

"What's wrong with that?" Bae asked.

He looked up at Bae.

"I can't believe we are having this conversation." Rumpel replied.

Bae laughed.

"Who else are you going to talk to about it?" Bae asked.

"I'm scared Bae." Rumpel admitted. "What if she doesn't feel that way about me? We just met and there are so many things we don't know about each other.

Besides you Bae, I've never loved anyone else."

"What about my mother?" Bae asked.

"No Bae, I didn't. I cared about her, but she loved someone else. Our marriage had been arranged. I'm sorry if that hurts you Bae." Rumpel said, looking into the boy's eyes.

"I already knew papa, it's alright, but I am sorry she didn't love you, she should have." Bae said seriously.

"I don't think we can help who we fall in love with, which can make things difficult sometimes." Rumpel said, then, continued.

"Belle is a mystery to me. She is beautiful, kind and generous, and yet she calls herself a monster."

Rumpel shakes his head confused.

"Why does she do that?"

"Why is she not married and here alone?"

"I feel like she's hiding something from us Bae, and for the life of me I don't know what or why."

Bae sat and thought for a moment.

"I don't know papa maybe she's a mystery waiting to be uncovered. Maybe if you tell her how you feel she will open up to you."

"You're a lot smarter than I was at your age." Rumpel said.

Bae laughed and said, "I doubt that I get it from you."

Rumpel chuckled.

Rumpel went back to making the tea and he had just finished and asked Bae to take the tea service and tray he had found that morning to the table. Bae carried the service to the table as the cups danced around the tray, and before he could catch it one of the cups slid off and fell to the floor with a 'tink', just as Belle entered the kitchen. He froze when he realized it had broken. He sat the remaining service on the table and knelt down to retrieve the pieces of the cup.

It landed on its side under the table with a small white piece of porcelain next to it. He picked up the cup and chip of glass and straightened up looking at Belle.

"I'm sorry." Bae said nervously.

"It was an accident. It's just a chip, you can hardly see it." He said as he tried to cover most of the chip with his thumb.

Belle grinned at the boy and said nonchalantly.

"Bae it's just a cup."

Bae smiled at her relieved that she wasn't upset and put the cup back on the tray.

Rumpel poured their tea, first Belle's, then Bae's, and his own last using the chipped cup.

"I can get another cup if you want." Belle said to Rumpel.

"No, I like this one. It will be for me to use. It has character now, and is a little broken like me."

Belle watched him cup the small object in his hands and as he stared into the amber fluid lazily made circles around the rim with his right thumb, dipping it into the chip and then continuing on to circle the rim again. She felt her stomach flutter and found his motions strangely erotic. He then looked up at her and she smiled at him shyly casting her eyes downward. Could he read her thoughts?

Bae watched the two carefully and then smiled to himself. Did either of them know how obvious it was that they liked each other? He could not be more pleased.