"Ah, Miss French. Have you brought all your things with you?" Mr. Gold said as he opened the door.

"Everything is back in my car." Belle said with a nod, and Gold noticed a run-down car that long ago had been red, but because of the amount of sun had turned it pink on a lot of places.

"Very well. I shall give you a quick tour before you can start moving in your things." Belle stepped in and to the left there was an arch, leading to the spacious living room. "Through here is the kitchen." Gold said as he pointed to the first door to the right. "The second door leads to the dining room, where we will have dinner every evening."

"Okay. Do I get any other instructions in form of a diet that needs to be followed?"

"The instructions you will find in a binder when I show you your rooms." Gold replied and walked on. "There is no need for you to ever go upstairs. My rooms are there, and there is no need for you to clean them. You have been in my study, and you neither need to come in there." Belle nodded, feeling a little annoyed at the cold tone Gold used to speak to her. "The door to the right is the utility room. The doors to the left belong to Baelfire's rooms. The two remaining doors to the right will be your rooms for as long as you stay here." Belle nodded and saw that there was a porch on the back of the house.

"Can I go in?" She asked looking at Gold, who offered a small nod. Belle opened the last door, which granted her access to a spacious bedroom. She could not help but smile. "It's so big." She muttered as she walked around. A big double bed stood against the wall with a large cabinet to the opposite wall, which held a door that she guessed would lead to the bathroom. In the corner of the room stood two chairs, also white with a small table next to it.

"That is the binder in which you will find all the information you will need." Gold said, watching the girl carefully. "If you have finished gaping at the room, I would like to discuss you contract with you."

"Oh, please." Belle said with a nod and let Mr. Gold lead her to his study. Gold sat down and produced a small pile of paper from his top drawer.

"Take your time reading it. If you have any questions, do ask."

"I will." Belle said with a nod and took the document, reading carefully through it. "You pay the double what i earn at the elderly home…" Belle said as she looked up from the document.

"Must I remind you that you will have a 24/7 job?" Gold calmly said.

"I know, but I will be living here as well…" Belle said.

"Do you have any other questions, Miss French?"

"Yes." Belle said after a moment. "You can just call me Belle."

"That was not a question," Gold tiredly drawled, "And no. I prefer to keep this strictly professional. I also expect no less that you will address me as Mr. Gold or sir." He said with a small nod. "Do we have a deal, dearie?" He held out a fancy pen for her.

"Yes, sir." Belle replied as she took the pen, as a bitter taste slipped in her mouth. She signed the document before placing it back on the desk, with the pen on top. Gold flipped through the document before putting down his own signature.

"Here are the keys you will need. One for the front door, the garage and one for the car you will have to use to drive Baelfire around." Belle nodded and took the keys. "I have a credit cart, which you can use for grocery shopping or anything else that my son requires. A limit of 500 dollars should suffice." Belle's eyes bulged out of her head at that.

"How much money do you think I will need for groceries?" She could not help but blurt out.

"The money is not just for groceries." Gold said, looking at her. "Go and move in your things, then park your car in the garage." He instructed. He would not have the old shabby thing spoiling the pristine picture of his house.

"Yes, sir." Belle replied while she tried not to frown. She took the credit card and put it in her purse she was carrying before she went to get her two bags from the back of her little red car. She dropped the bags on front of the cabinet before she flopped down on her new, and very soft bed. After a moment, she got up again to park her car in the garage. A big Cadillac stood out on the driveway while a silver, van-like vehicle was parked inside. Without doubt, that would be the car she had to use to drive around Baelfire. Before closing the garage, she noticed there was another door in the garage. Trying the handle, she noticed it was unlocked. The utility room. She observed as she stepped inside. Going back, she closed the garage door and entered the house again.

"Mr. Gold?" She asked as she knocked on the door of the study.

"Yes?" Came the reply.

"My car is in the garage, what am I to do next?" Belle asked as she kept standing at the doorpost.

"have you gone though the binder in your room?" Gold asked, obviously looking annoyed. "I thought so… You find a complete schedule in there."

"Thanks, I guess." Belle said before she softly closed the door of the study again. Walking to her room, she first decided to check out the bathroom, which was small but more than big enough with a large shower, toilet and even a double sink. She rand her hand over the soft grey towels before she returned to her bedroom and sat down with the binder. Everything she needed to know about Baelfire's medical condition was in the binder. It also included a day to day schedule with all of the chores she was required to do. 'Wake Baelfire at 6:30.' ,'Breakfast served at 7:00' and so on.

"Shoot." Belle cursed as she went over to the weekend schedule and found they would have lunch at 12:30, and when she looked up, the clock told her it was already 12:40. She threw the binder back onto the table before he rushed to the kitchen, only to bump into Mr. Gold.

"Miss French?" Gold asked with a raised eyebrow, shifting slightly to regain his balance. "Surely I do not need to tell you you are not allowed to run indoors?" He drawled.

"Forgive me for being late, and bumping into you, Mr. Gold…" Belle quickly said, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne before stepping backwards, because she was still way too close to the man. "I shall start making lunch right away!"

"Hold your horses, miss French." Gold said, almost looking bored. "The contract does not start until Monday. For this time, you will be excused for your tardiness." Belle only nodded dumbly and watched as Gold took a small tray in his left hand before walking through the swinging door. Only when she was alone, Belle snapped from her stupor, looking around. The kitchen cabinets were painted in vintage dark green with brass handles and a wooden work surface. Green glazed tiles decorated the wall behind the furnace and the top cabinets had decorated glass showing off a portion of the ceramics. After she had taken in the kitchen, she walked through the swinging door. Father and son were both eating their lunch with a cup of tea.

"Miss French… It appears you have not finished the binder as it seems. My son and I will eat in private." Gold said, looking rather annoyed.

"I have not." Belle said, noticing the boy was curiously watching her.

"What are you waiting for then? Leave us be." Gold this time snapped. This was probably why the previous nanny was so relieved at her arrival… Belle quietly slipped back into the kitchen; her appetite gone. As far as she had seen, the binder did not give her any information on Gold's medical history. Maybe he had forgotten to take his pain meds, or worse, ran out of them. For he had a reason to be so grouchy, right? Who knew she could fix it… Feeling quite confident, she went to rummage through the cabinets until she had found a jar of jam and some bread before she made herself a jelly sandwich. Once she had finished eating, she washed the food down with a glass of water. Putting her used utilities in the sink, she refilled her glass before she returned to her room to finish reading the binder.

*BRB*

"Who is that papa?" Bae asked with big eyes.

"She will be your new nanny." Gold replied.

"Oh." Bae softly said. He disliked, or rather hated how his father never told him anything. He never even asked how his day was…

"Finish your lunch Bae." His father called his attention back to his half-eaten sandwich.

"I am not hungry anymore." Bae said, earning a little disapproving look from his father.

"Are you sure son? You need your nutrients to grow big and strong."

"I am sure." Bae said. Gold hummed but did not want to argue with his son. As soon as Gold had finished eating, Baelfire pushed himself off the table before he pushed the wheels of his wheelchair. Gold shook his head and went to clean up. He scowled at the dishes in the sink before he put everything in the dishwasher. He quickly checked upon his son, finding him in the living room, playing on his game console. Once Belle had finished reading the binder, she looked at her bags. She would put her clothes in the cabinet tonight, she decided as she got up. Her first priority now would be introducing herself to Baelfire, who she would go and care for, obviously.

"Baelfire?" Belle softly called once she found the boy in the living room, playing one of the, if not the newest game consoles.

"Hi." The boy greeted as he looked up from his game.

"I believe we have not been introduced yet, I am Belle French, but you may just call me Belle if you like." Belle put up her warmest smile and held out her hand for the boy to shake. Bae shook her hand, looking curiously at her.

"Belle?" He tested. "So, you will be my new nanny?"

"Yes. I will help you when you need me too and keep everything clean." The boy nodded. "Shall I get us something to drink? Anything you want?"

"Can I have some soda?" Bae asked, his eyes shining.

"I need to go and look for soda, but if I cannot find it, is there anything else I can get you?"

"Anything you are having." Bae said, knowing they would not have any soda at home. Maybe he could convince her to bring some?

"All right, I will be right back." Belle said and spent almost ten minutes looking through the cabinets for any sign of soda, finding nothing. She then added an extra mug to the tea tray. It appeared Mr. Gold only liked his tea in one way since the only blend in the tea box was a strong variation of English black tea.

"How do you want your tea?" Belle asked as she entered the living room with the tray.

"Three cubes, please."

"You like sweet, hm?" Belle asked as she added three cubes to Bae's mug before handing it over. She added one to her own mug, but almost gagged at the bitter taste, so she quickly added another cube. Baelfire smirked at him before he took a sip of his tea.

"Next time you should add a little cream."

"Already getting cheeky to me, are we?" Belle tutted with a smile. "I can already start with making a list of things we need to go and buy for next week, starting with different kinds of tea."

"And soda." Bae added over the rim of his cup.

"And soda." Belle agreed to much satisfaction of Bae.

TBC...