The next afternoon, Rumpelstiltskin was joined by Maleficent at Henry's lacrosse match. "What the hell is this called?" Maleficent asked, watching the boys run around the field. "Lacrosse, dearie. Henry made the team this season. I haven't missed a match once." Maleficent smirked, "Well look who gets the grandfather of the year award." At that moment, the two heard the sound of heels clattering up the bleachers. "You'd think that you would bother to tell me that we'd be on bleachers! I nearly broke my neck coming up here!" said Cruella as she sat beside Maleficent. "Well, thank you for joining us, dearie." Cruella rolled her eyes, glaring at the children from her oversized sunglasses. "Why did you ask me to come?" "It just so happens dearie, that I went to a family meeting today, the topic was you and your puppet. I am afraid Emma isn't too pleased with your relationship with him." Cruella snorted, "That was quite obvious when she walked in on me and August yesterday morning." Maleficent choked out a laugh, "Bet that was what they wanted to see first thing in the morning." Cruella groaned, "You aren't any help, Mal. The little bitch also interrupted our evening last night." Rumple nodded, "She told me." "She claimed that I went to rehab and I was the abusive one in my previous marriage. Ridiculous." Maleficent smirked, " At least you'll know if August is lying to you, unlike Robert." Cruella smirked, imagining the sight of his nose growing. "What the hell is this sport anyways?" Maleficent shrugged, "He calls it lacrosse?" "Will you two shut up already? Trying to focus on Henry." Cruella shot him a glare. "Have you heard anything from your girls?" Cruella nodded, "Only from little Genevieve. Aria on the other hand, she won't speak to me. I suppose that's normal for a teenage step-daughter." Mal sighed, "I wouldn't know." Cruella nodded patting her shoulder. At that moment, the three of them heard the whistle blow loudly. Henry laying on the ground. It looked like he was sobbing. Rumplestiltskin quickly jumped up, making his way own the bleachers and onto the field to his grandson. "What happened?" Mal asked. Cruella shook her head "I don't know..." she said in a worried tone. As both teams and coaches stood around the boy, Cruella and Mal began to panic. "Call an ambulance! Call his mother!" they heard the coach call out. "Oh no…" Cruella whispered.
Two hours passed, Cruella sat in the waiting room of the emergency room with Rumple and Mal. They all jumped from their seats when they saw Regina coming down the hall. "Well?!" Rumple asked worriedly. "Cracked rib. He was hit by another boy's…pole thing. He won't be able to play for the rest of the season." About that time, Emma and Killian busted through the double doors. "Where is he?!" Emma cried. "Room 308. He's awake. "Before running down the hall with Killian, Emma arched a brow. "What the hell is she doing here?" she asked, pointing to Cruella. Cruella's eyes widened. "Pardon me, but I was actually at your son's match, unlike you, blondie." Emma growled, stepping towards her quickly, but Killian grabbed her, practically dragging her down the hall with him. "My apologies, Miss Swan is just…moody." Cruella snorted, "No need to apologize. It was a mistake coming back here. To think I could be happy and live in peace." Cruella scoffed before strutting out of the waiting room. "Swan better watch it. Cruella is only trying to change, and she isn't helping it by interrogating her constantly." Regina sighed, "She's acting strange. It's like she's jealous of her being with August." Maleficent shrugged, "I'll go check on her." Exiting through the double door. "Cru! Cruella! Dammit woman, I can't run in heels!" Maleficent pranced through the halls, trying to keep up with the blonde. Cruella, infuriated, finally made it outside the hospital. She reached into her bag grabbing a pack of cigarettes. After lighting one, then took a drag, blowing out a perfect ring of smoke. "Cruella De Vil!" Maleficent yelled, stumbling out of the hospital. "For a woman who wear six inch heels, you walk fast!" Cruella arched a brow, "I have had my practice, dahling." She blew another ring of smoke into Maleficent's face. "I won't go back in there. I refuse to be treated like this anymore by her. August and I are happy. Why can't people just accept it?" Maleficent sighed, "I know how happy you are. It makes me happy seeing my close friend finally happy. You deserve it." Cruella sighed, taking her last drag before flicking it out. "August told me he loved me last night." Maleficent's eyes widened, "Really?! What did you say back?!" Cruella smiled, "I told him the same, do you think it's too early?" Maleficent smiled, "No, I just know when you meet the right one. August is definitely /the/ one for you."
After saying her goodbyes to Maleficent for the evening, Cruella made her way into her panther, driving through town until she reached the inn. Stepping inside the room, she set her Chanel bag down, hanging her fur coat up. When she turned she was greeted by August, her lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. Pressing the blonde against the door, his lips were instantly planted on hers, intoxicating her with a passionate kiss. Cruella broke the kiss, lightly brushing her lips against his, "Di you miss me?" August nodded, "Indeed I did. I was about to send out a search party for you." Cruella giggled softly, "I don't think that would be necessary, dahling." August growled softly, tightening his grip on her hips. He placed his lips back onto hers. Later that night, Cruella and August were lying in the bed. White sheets covering their naked bodies. Cruella's head was resting on August's chest. Blonde tresses splayed across his abdomen. "Are you awake, Ella?" August whispered. "Somewhat…" Cruella groaned, her eyes still sealed shut. August smiled, "It can wait, till morning, get some sleep..." Cruella nodded, without saying a word. Before he knew it, his eyes were growing heavier and heavier by the minute. Eventually, he also drifted off to sleep