Beauty and the Beast: The Tale Continues

Chapter 33 - The Honeymoon Continues

Author's Note: Disney owns this franchise. I only own the story, OCs, etc.

Thank you all so much for reading this. I would love to update once or twice every day, but usual things get in the way, and I just try and do it as soon as I can.

Also, this story isn't getting "flat" or too "OOC", is it? I always imagine a chapter as if it were an actual movie scene, and this is pretty much the way I see Emma and Dan and everyone else's version of these beloved characters acting.

Oh, and I'm currently wondering if I should have Adam's father show up soon, or just leave him out... what do you all think?

As he and Cogsworth continued to watch the burning pages of Belle's self-written story, Lumiere let out a nervous chuckle.

"Well, at least, she won't have to worry about anyone else reading it."

The majordomo of the castle sighed, and shook his head. "Oh, I am sure that will make Belle feel a lot better once you tell her what you did... you are going to tell her, correct?"

"Of course, I will tell her," replied the former candelabra. "But who knows? I might not have to, considering that she probably won't even remember it even exists."

Somewhere in Paris, France

After calling a draw to their pillow fight, Belle and Adam put their clothing back on, and a few minutes later, they were enjoying the dinner that he had warmed up.

"Told you it would not make a difference," said Adam, with a small smile. "But, anyhow... where would you like to go tomorrow?"

Belle thought about it, for a moment, as she started cutting her meat, and then, his wife replied, "I've always wanted to visit the Eiffel Tower."

To her surprise, Adam simply nodded his head, and said, "Alright, what else?"

"Well... I will let you know after we have spent enough time at the Eiffel Tower."

Swallowing the chewed-up food that was inside of his mouth, Adam then looked at Belle, and replied, "Why would you want to spend more time than usual when it only takes a minute or so to admire it up close?"

"Because I also want to go inside of the tower, walk up the stairs, and see the view from the top," said Belle, with a slight frown on her face, confused as to why Adam was reluctant to go.

"It's just the same as the view you would get from my balcony or your bedroom window," pointed out the young prince. "And I should know."

Okay, something is going on, thought Belle, and she asked, "Adam, why don't you want to go inside and explore the Eiffel Tower?"

Instead of answering her, Adam continued to eat his meal, while Belle started crossing her arms together, and she raised an eyebrow. "Adam..."

"I just don't see much of a point, my love," replied Adam, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, we can always go inside it another time. I doubt it'll be gone or anything like that whenever we return to Paris after-"

Suddenly, he stopped his sentence after hearing a familiar sob, and Adam looked up from his plate to his wife that appeared to almost be on the verge of breaking down into tears.

"Belle? What is it? Why are you so sad?"

"Who, me?" replied Belle, who was continuing to eat her food, but in a more sad and depressing way. "I am... perfectly fine, Adam."

Adam sighed, and he shook his head. "Belle, I know perfectly well that you are not fine... you look like you're about to cry any second."

"I'm not sad!" exclaimed Belle, before she started sobbing, and tears were falling down from the corners of her eyes.

So, after moving his chair closer to hers, Adam wrapped his arms around Belle, who began to cry against his shirt, and he said, "Please don't cry, my love."

"I'm noh' cryin," said a weeping Belle, her voice muffled because of her face being against his shirt.

A look of amusment and pity appeared on Adam's face as he held Belle against him, and as he softly rubbed her back, he replied, "Alright, my love, we can go to the Eiffel Tower."

"You don' mean thah," said Belle. "You're jus sayin' thah so I can stop cryin."

"No, really, Belle, we'll go the first thing in the morning after breakfast," replied Adam, who was now trying to rock her back and forth. "But, yes, it would make me feel better if you did stop crying."

Belle let out another sob, and she slowly backed away from Adam, saying, "Okay, fine, I'll stop crying..."

Then, to his surprise, she instantly had a sly grin on her face as she added, "I love you."

"What the..." Adam's eyes went wide with surprise, and his mouth almost dropped. "You were faking this whole time?"

Belle shook her head, and she replied, "No, no, I was acting, not faking... there is a difference."

Realizing what he'd just done a moment ago, Adam let out a groan, and muttered, "That wasn't exactly fair, you know."

"Well, that's what you get for laughing at me earlier," replied Belle, who then kissed him quickly on the lips. "Now, then, shall we call it a night, and go to sleep?"

Adam was about to give his response, but then, after realizing that Belle was still in his arms, a sly grin appeared on his face.

"Why are you smiling?" asked his confused wife. "And why is your - eep! Adam!"

The young prince chuckled, and replied, "I think I have to teach my prisoner a lesson when it comes to playing devious tricks."

"Prisoner? I am not... whoa!" exclaimed Belle, who was now being carried over his shoulder. "Adam! You put me down right now!"

"Alright," replied Adam, who instantly released Belle from her arms, but before she could even touch the floor, he held onto her again, and placed her back on his shoulder in the opposite direction, with him being able to look at her now-unamused face.

"That is not what I meant," muttered Belle, and Adam let out a chuckle. "Ugh, this is just as bad as when you lifted the pages of my story above your head so that I couldn't reach it."

As Adam walked away from the dining room, and starting to go up the staircase, he replied, "Don't worry, you will get it back once I finish reading it."

"There is no way that Belle or the Master will ever be able to read the story again," reminded Cogsworth, while Lumiere was exploring the now extinguished fireplace, trying to see if any of the pages survived.

"Yes, my friend, you already said that," muttered Lumiere. "Do not worry, I have a plan on what they can read in the meantime."

"What plan?" questioned Cogsworth.

The former candelabra walked over to Adam's desk, where only a few pages of Belle's story remained, and he explained, "I will just copy the mademoiselle's handwriting, and make an entirely new story... one that I am sure will be enjoyed by both of them."

"It's madame now, you fool," reminded Cogsworth. "And have you ever written a story before?"

"Not exactly, but how hard can it be, eh?" said an optomistic Lumiere. "All I have to do is go in the library, see what kind of books she would read, and get the inspiration from there."

Cogsworth shook his head at how foolish and idiotic that his friend's plan sounded to him, and replied, "How you ever came to be serving the Master and his family will always be a mystery to me."

"Oh, lighten up, Cogsworth," said Lumiere, as he paid close attention to Belle's handwriting. "You're almost as bad as the Master is during the holiday season."

For never was a story of more woe

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo

As Adriana closed the book, Young Adam looked up at her, and asked, "Could you read it again, Mother?"

The kind-hearted woman smiled at her son, and to his surprise, she placed the book in front of him. "How about you read it to me this time, son?"

"Uh..." said Young Adam, who was not expecting this. "Alright, then."

She watched as his son flipped to the first page, and tried to read the first line. "Um... twoh-"

"It's pronounced two, Adam," corrected his mother, speaking in a sincere and amused tone.

"Oh, yeah, I, er... I knew that," replied Young Adam, giving her a sheepish smile. "Two households, both alike..."

Suddenly, Adriana began to shiver, and the little boy looked up at his mother, asking, "Would you like to go the fireplace, Mother?"

"No, I'll be fine, Adam," she assured him. "You just keep on reading, and..."

Adam's mother paused his sentence to admire just how handsome her son looked, and she added, "You'll make a lucky girl very happy one day, my son."

"Blegh, no way," replied her slightly disgusted son. "Girls are yucky."

Adriana let out a chuckle, and she raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Does that mean I'm yucky, as well, Adam?"

"No, of course not, you're my mother," reminded Young Adam, and she started to laugh.

"Oh, Adam... just promise me you won't ever change, and will always be yourself."

"Er... alright, Mother... I promise..."

Then, all of a sudden, the dream ended, and Adam found himself back in his mother's castle, lying in the bed that he was sharing with Belle, who was soundly asleep next to him.

Knowing that it would be a while before he was tired again, Adam quietly climbed out of the bed, and walked out to the balcony, admiring the stars and full moon in the sky.

So, what constellations shall I try to locate this time? I can already see Aquarius... the Twins... yes, I see you there, Leo... and where is-

"Pegasus won't come out until October, Adam."

The young man turned around, and saw his wife, who had come to join him. "Belle? You don't have to-"

"You aren't the only one to wake up randomly in the night," replied Belle, smiling at her husband, and she looked up at the nighttime sky. "So, how many have youfound already?"

A warm and loving smile appeared on Adam's face, and then, he replied, "Well, just the usual ones... but how did you know I was looking for Pegasus?"

"I just assumed that you were," admitted Belle, shrugging her shoulders. "I mean, that was the first constellation that I discovered."

Adam chuckled, and he was about to say what was his first constellation when he noticed Belle's charm bracelet. "Who gave you that?"

"Huh? Oh, it was a gift from Papa," answered Belle, allowing him to take a closer look. "The bracelet belonged to my mother, and he made the charms himself."

"Well, he certainly did a great job," said Adam, admiring his father-in-law's craftstmanship. "But what is this particular charm exactly? A sort-of brown bear or..."

Belle began to laugh, and she shook her head, explaining to him what it was supposed to represent. "Well, Papa said that he couldn't exactly design one of you as the beast, so he chose to go with this... and, um, I might have mentioned that it looked cute and adorable."

Adam just looked at Belle for a moment, staying silent, and then, he shook his head. "Well, now I've seen everything... you might as well have your father add a pot of honey or something if you are going to call it cute and adorable."

"But it is," teased an amused Belle. "I mean, come on, just look at his tiny teeth, and his cute, little paws-"

"Alright, you have made your point," muttered Adam, and Belle continued to laugh quietly.

Once she stopped, the young woman looked back up at the sky, admiring the beautiful way that the stars were shining, and how-

"Belle?"

She turned to look back at Adam, who now looked concerned. "Remember when I asked you, after our first dance, if you'd be happy with me?"

Belle nodded her head, and replied, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, because now, you are my wife instead of my prisoner," explained Adam. "And... that is always going to be important to me, Belle... you being happy..."

A smile appeared on Belle's face, and as she looked into his sparkling, beautiful blue eyes, the young woman said, "As long as you're with me, Adam, I'll always be happy."

That answer was good enough for the young prince, and as the two of them continued to search for constellations, Adam couldn't help but wonder if her mother was now looking down at him, with a smug facial expression.

Okay, Mother, you were right... as always...