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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Once upon a Time


The room at the end of the hall had always been empty. It was an awkward size. Too small to be another guest bedroom, too big to be a storage space. It had plain white walls and a big window that looked out at Belle's garden. Neither Belle nor Gold could ever decide what to fill it with. That was, until one day, Gold had an idea.

For weeks he worked on the room, making sure to keep it a secret from Belle. Finally he had finished. And now it was time to surprise her.

"Rumplestiltskin, what in the world are you doing?" said Belle who was being blindfolded by Gold.

"Now dear, it wouldn't be surprise if I told you." He replied tying her blindfold in place, then grabbing her hands. "I'm going to bring you to your surprise. Just keep holding on to my hands, and remember no peeking. "

"Okay okay, I promise not to peek," chuckled Belle.

Holding tightly to her hands, Gold lead Belle towards the previously empty room, stopping when they reached the entrance. Slowly, Gold opened the door.

"Alright dearie, you can take the blindfold off now."

Belle reached behind her head to untie the scarf Gold had fastened into a blindfold. When she pulled it off her eyes and looked at the room in front of her, Belle's mouth fell open. The room was lined with books. There had to be eight bookshelves all full with books. Some, she noticed, were her books that used to reside on the shelf in the living room. However, most of the books were brand new. Sitting next to the window were two chocolate brown arm chairs with a small wooden table sitting between them. On the table was a vase that held red rose.

Gold, who had been nervously awaiting Belle's response noticed tears beginning to fill her eyes.

"Oh, Belle! I didn't mean to upset you. If you don't like it we could-"

Gold's sentence was cut off by Belle throwing her arms around Gold. Pulling him in to a hug.

"You made this... for me?" She whispered, as tear rolling down her cheek.

"Of course dear" he said, brushing away her tears.

"It's...It's wonderful."

"I'm glad you like it." he said reaching to hold her hand. "Would you care for a tour?"

"I would love one" she replied, weaving her fingers together with his.

Over time the room gained the name the library. On rainy days or Sunday afternoons, both Belle and Mr. Gold could be found sitting in their arm chairs reading a book. Sometimes Belle would fall asleep in her chair, too enthralled in whatever story she was reading to go to bed. On these nights Gold would drape a blanket over her, smiling at the sight of how peaceful she looked before going upstairs to their bedroom. On Cold winter nights, the two could be found sharing a chair, cuddling together to warm each other up, two cups of hot chocolate resting on the table beside them.