A/N: Here's a short epilogue. Hope you liked the story!
Ch. 28
"Thank you so much for all of this," Belle said to Mary Margaret.
Mary Margaret, Emma and Henry had come to help Belle, Rumple and Tristan move into their new house. Mary Margaret and David had also donated a good deal of baby supplies that Neal no longer needed, something which helped Belle tremendously.
For her part, Emma donated a crib that she and Henry had picked out together. It was white and matched the room that had become Tristan's nursery.
"It's no problem at all," Mary answered.
Most of Belle and Rumple's stuff had been moved in now. Emma and Henry had done most of the heavy lifting while Mary Margaret helped Belle and Rumple unpack and assemble things.
Mary noticed that the couple seemed to have established a schedule of sorts, where they would switch on and off when it came to taking care of Tristan.
Rumple came into the room, Tristan in his arms, and looked everything over.
"It looks wonderful," He said, smiling at the sight.
The crib had been built and above it hung a mobile, decorated with glass bluebirds. That had been a gift from David, apparently. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the room.
"Glad you like it," Belle answered. "It took us a while to put the crib together, but we did it."
"Thank you," Rumple said, sincerely.
Right then, Tristan began to whimper. Rumple looked at Belle pleadingly.
While he'd done his best to care for the child as often as possible, there were some days that he was tired. He'd reverted back to his previous age a few days after Tristan had been born and that, combined with the baby's constant needs, sometimes made things difficult.
Belle held out her hands to take the baby, smiling and kissing the boy as she pulled him close.
"What do you think?" She asked, in a childish voice. "Do you like your room?"
She held the baby so that he could see it. The boy cooed in response.
"I'll take that as a yes," Mary said.
"Same here," Belle agreed.
"We're done in here!" Came two voices from down the hall.
Last Mary and Belle had checked, Emma and Henry were setting up Belle and Rumple's bedroom - moving in the bed and dressers and such.
Mary, Belle and Rumple all left the nursery and went to see what their friends had done.
"Oh my goodness! You didn't have to do all of this!" Belle exclaimed.
The two had not only set up the bed and dressers but had hung curtains and laid out sheets and blankets. All that was left was for Belle and Rumple to unpack their clothing.
The mother and son looked tired, but Rumple had one last task for them.
"There's one more thing…" He left the room, everyone following behind them. He opened the door to yet another room farther into the house. "This room. It's a spare bedroom. One of two, actually."
"You want us to set something up here?" Emma asked.
Rumple smiled.
"No. I want you to choose what you want it to look like. Choose what you want both rooms to look like - I'll show you the other. Decide what you want in them, because they'll be yours, for when you come to visit.
"Really?!" Henry asked, excited.
"Really," Rumple answered.
This set Henry off on a litany of different ideas - how he'd put a big queen sized bed against a certain wall and hang a flat screened television on the wall. There'd be shelves for books, too. Comic books were important, after all.
Meanwhile, Mary and Emma looked at each other.
"I'm sure we can all come to some compromises," Emma finally said. The other woman nodded in agreement.
"You're all always welcome here," Belle told them. "You're pretty much family now."
"Yes, you're stuck with us," Rumple added.
Mary Margaret smiled.
"I think we can handle that."
