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Trying not to disappoint

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Belle stumbled a bit as she and Adam made to her home via teleporting. She would've fallen if Adam had not caught her by the waist. She smiled in thanks then went to put her bag down on the bed.

"So how is it that you know where my room is?" Belle chuckled as she undid the latch on her bag and began to pack a few things away.

"I would tell you but then I'd-"

"Have to kill me?" she finished while raising an eyebrow at him.

"No. I'd have to hide because you'll probably kill me." he chuckled.

"I'm not even going to ask." Belle shook her head and put the clothes in the drawer.

"So are you happy that you're back?" Adam seemed to ask timidly.

Belle smiled looking down at the clothes in the drawer before answering.

"I am." she looked up at him and went over to him.

"Thank you." she gave him a hug which he returned.

"You're not staying. Are you?" Belle stepped back from him. She had meant to ask him a while ago when he had not had a bag with him when they left but they left in a haste not giving her much time to ask.

"Not here no. I have some other business to attend to near here."

"Well how exactly am I supposed to make this engagement believable if the groom is not here?" she laughed as she went to the suitcase and continued to unpack.

"Well. When you're ready and you need me." Adam came from behind her and grabbed her hand so that they both her ring.

"Just twist your ring three times to the right and I will be here."

"That's it?" she asked turning around so that she was facing him.

"That's it." he assured.

Belle smiled and nodded her head

"I'll see you later." Adam took her hand and kissed her knuckles before he left again in a puff of smoke.

Belle shook her head her smile still on her face.

After she was finished putting her clothes away she went to find her father, wanting to tell him the good news. She went through the dining/office room and saw a bigger mess than when she left. Then she went to the kitchen/sitting room and did not find her father there either. Sighing she went to the last place she knew where he would be. Coming into the workshop Belle scanned the room. She found her father's feet under a machine that she guessed he had just begun working on.

"Papa?" she stepped over the tools and miscellaneous parts over to her father.

"Hey?" she wiped her hands on her trousers then she bent down so that she could be eye level with him.

"Hm?" Maurice tried to get up but hit him head on the metal.

"Oh Belle there you are." he grumbled rubbing his head as he slid from under the contraption.

"Yes? Here I am." Belle stood up and stepped away from him so he could get up.

"Hey. I need you to help me move this. And then i need you to go see how Philippe is doing. Haven't heard a peep out of him for awhile."

Belle tried to form a sentence but all of the words died.

"Well. Come on." he motioned for her to move the machine which she did.

"Papa-"

"Now come on. You know what you can check on the horse later. Let's have something to eat then go to bed yes?" Maurice stepped around her and into the kitchen.

"When was the last time you had eaten?" Belle asked as she looked for something that she could cook.

"Oh. You know. You cooked dinner for me just last night."

"But papa-"

"I was thinking a nice baked trout. How about you?" Maurice began to clear off the table as best he could. He put the papers in various piles that made Belle cringe.

Shaking her head Belle took the trout from off the windowsill and began to make dinner.

As they finished their meal, a sort of silence came i between them.

"Well i suppose it is time for bed don't you? It is getting late out."

Belle looked out the window glad that what he said was true and took the plates to the sink to let them soak.

"Well. Goodnight Belle." Maurice went to his bedroom that was on the first floor.

Belle stood awkwardly in the dining/office room and watched him walked away. She looked at her ring and began to twist it but soon stopped. Sighing she let her arm fall to her side and she went to bed.

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"Belle?" the door creaked open revealing Maurice.

Belles eyes peeled open to see her father standing in the doorway his hands wringing in themselves.

"Hey papa." she smiled as she sat up, her legs dangling off the side.

"Is that really you?" he walked in further stopping just in front of her.

"Yes papa. It's really me."

Maurice smiled and brung Belle in for a hug gripping her tight.

"Oh my girl. I thought i was seeing things. I am so sorry." he whispered keeping her close.

"It's fine papa." Belle took a deep breath and hugged him back her eyes closing feeling safe.

"It's fine." she repeated patting his back.

"But. But how did you. How did you escape?"

"I didn't escape papa." belle pulled away from him.

"He. We. We are-"

"Oh well it doesn't matter you're here now and life is as it should be." Maurice let go and went to the door.

"Come on. I'll make my famous pancakes." he smiled ethusiastically then left Belle to get ready for the day.

"This just got a whole lot harder." Belle mumbled as she got up to start her day.