Disclaimer: I don't own the Beauty and the Beast franchise. I only own the story.
Belle had woken up with Mrs. Potts holding her hand and looking relieved seeing Belle awake. "Mrs. Potts?" Belle tried sitting up. "No no, dear. Rest." Belle shook her head. "I want to see Adam..." Belle got out of bed and went into the hallway. She made her way to Adam's study and went over to the door. She stopped dead in her tracks while she heard people talking behind the door.
"Adam, she is not princess material! She's about as useful as a maid!" Belle's face heated up in anger. "She's not a maid! She's my wife! The best princess this castle could ask for! She's smart, beautiful and about to be the mother of my child." He smiled as he talked about her. "Lucky for you, the baby's okay...if the baby wasn't-" Belle leaned her head more closely to the door to hear better. "What would you possibly do son?"
Belle felt a hard kick from the baby and gasped out of surprise. There was silence inside the study. Belle bit her lip and started to quickly walk away. She was about to be back in the west wing when a voice cut her short.
"Well won't you come inside to join our little conversation?" King Daniel smirked. "Father don't." Adam growled. "I would rather stay in the dungeon than speak to you!" Belle said disgusted. "Oh what a marvelous idea..." said Adam's father under his breath.
"Come on Belle..." Adam took Belle's hand and brought her back to the bedroom. Mrs. Potts was gone, leaving the master suite empty for them to talk privately.
"The baby's okay." Adam reassured her. "The doctor left about an hour ago." Belle nodded. "I know Adam...the baby gave a pretty hard kick." Belle looked away and sat on the bed. "Belle...my love..." She crossed her arms as Adam knelt in front of her. "I know things are difficult right now-"
"I don't feel safe here anymore, Adam." He sighed and his heart broke at hearing what his wife said.
He let his happen to her...and he couldn't let it happen again.
Adam and Belle when to bed shortly after their conversation but Belle was helplessly staring up at the ceiling. Adam had his arm loosely wrapped around her waist.
Poor Adam...wanted so much to protect her and all he did was blame himself for what happened.
Belle slowly slipped out from under her husband's arm and started walking to her personal library. All she could do was think about King Daniel and how shaken she was. She needed to read. She needed a distraction.
She made it to her sanctuary and started looking for her favorite Shakespeare play.
Where is it...?
"Looking for this?" Adam's father stood in the doorway holding Belle's copy of Romeo and Juliet. "How did you-" Belle looked at him surprised and confused.
"Let's go for a walk."
