Belle was, to say the least, furious. It had been about two years since her marriage to Rumpelstiltskin Gold, and ever since, they had been sharing the same bed. That wasn't the part she minded, no, she loved that. But now that their marriage had been made official, nightmares from his past showed up. And yes, of course, it had to be the one, the only, Milah. Belle wished he had killed her that night, but Killian had stopped him. That fucker.
And now that she was pregnant, Milah was furious. Everything, it seemed, to be going good for her ex-husband and his new wife, and she was having none of it.
But then, neither was Belle having any of Milah's shit. Every time Milah called on to talk to Rumpelstiltskin, Belle kept close by. She was always touching him, always keeping her love calm like he needed to be when dealing with That Bitch.
But then, there had to be the one time that Belle was out at Walmart when Milah called, and it just so happened that Milah decided to change her tactics, instead of ruining the family, she'd ruin the marriage. The family would go to hell with it.
So Milah snuggled up close to Rumpelstiltskin, just as she heard Belle's car come in and when Belle walked in, her lips were inches away from Rumple's.
But instead of her feeling the way Rumpelstiltskin's lips tasted, Milah felt her hair be ripped up from her head. She whirled her head around, just in time to feel the nasty pain of Belle's fist meet her eye. "Belle, darling, watch out. Think of the baby," Rumpelstiltskin pleaded, attempting to get in between his wife and his former wife.
"The baby can go to hell!" Milah shouted, making an attempt to hit Belle's stomach. Instead of feeling the impact, however, Belle felt the wind knock out of her as Rumpelstiltskin dove between her and Milah, "Rumple!" Belle screamed.
