If someone had asked the Jones brothers who their mother's favorite child was, they'd both answer that without a doubt, it was Belle French. It didn't matter if she wasn't actually related to them, Belle was most definitely the favorite.

Moira Jones was putting the final touches on dinner. "Liam, can you set the table please?"

"Sure thing, Mom."

"Tell Killian to move his schoolwork!" There was a knock on the door. "Let yourselves in, you've been here enough," She shouted. Belle and her father walked in, carrying trays of cookies. "Moe, you didn't have to-"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous." He gave her a hug. "It's good to see you Moira."

"Hello, Mrs. Jones." Belle grinned as she hugged Mrs. Jones.

"Belle! Where have you been? I never see you anymore!"

The Jones brothers entered. "Told you Mom likes her best," Liam said to Killian.

"Well hello to you too," Belle said with an eye roll.

Moira looked at her sons. "Boys, where are your manners?"

"Mom, I see Belle at school every day," Killian complained. He received a look from his mother, so he put on a smile. "Belle! Mr. French! It's been too long" He shook hands with Mr. French. Belle just shook her head and hugged Liam.

"You guys are just in time. Dinner's pretty much ready," Moira told them.

"Do you need any help?" Belle asked. Moira shook her head and ushered them into the dining room.

Belle glanced around. Even though she hadn't lived there, it was home to her. There were memories everywhere. This was where she'd spent most of her time after school as a kid. She sat down on the couch next to her dad. He was looking at a picture frame from Halloween when she was six: Killian as Luke Skywalker, her as Princess Leia, and Liam as Han Solo. (She could remember the tantrum Killian had thrown when he didn't get to be Han.)

Liam looked over their shoulder. "Killian, you used to be so cute. What the hell happened?" Killian smacked his brother upside the head.

"Hey, can one of you boys help me out with this?" Moira's shout came from the kitchen.

Liam made a move to go, but Belle stood up. "I'll go"

"Smart move. Nobody should trust him with cooking anyway," joked Killian. Liam scowled. Belle shook her head as she went into the kitchen.

Moira chuckled. "You're not a boy." Belle nodded. Moira passed her some carrots and a cutting board. "Here, can you chop these up and add them to the salad?"

"Sure," Belle answered. She got to work.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about something," Moira said as she worked. Belle looked at her, confused. "I was working a late shift at the hospital the other day, and during my break I went to this diner down the street that I know."

Belle figured out where she was going with her story. She winced. "Let me guess, Granny's?"

"You guessed it." Moira grinned. "So who was the boy?"

"Not so loud! I haven't told my dad yet," Belle whispered. Moira shot her a glance. Belle sighed. "His name is Will. He's in the show with Killian and me."

"Does Killian know?"

"I don't think so,"

"Good, because if he knew and didn't tell me, I'd be very hurt." Belle's face turned beet red. Moira chuckled. "I'm just kidding, dear. And for the record, he's pretty cute." She put an arm on Belle's shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't tell your dad or the boys. Your secret's safe with me." Belle nodded, grateful. They finished up the salad and went into the dining room.

A few days later, Killian and Belle were goofing off during a break at rehearsal. "Since we have some time, can I quickly go over the quartet with you guys?" Granny approached the actors sitting backstage. Killian nodded. Belle stood up. They went to the piano, where Will and Ariel were waiting.

As they sang, Killian noticed something about the way Belle and Will were behaving. Will kept making faces and she was giggling. She might have actually been blushing at one stage. They'd always gotten along, but this was a new development. When Will put an arm around Belle's shoulder, Killian finally put two and two together. They finished the song. Granny smiled and thanked them for their time. Killian watched out of the corner of his eye as Belle and Will walked away together, Will's arm still around her.

Ariel glanced at Killian, then at the retreating couple. "They together?" She asked.

"I guess." He responded, distracted. Ariel shrugged and walked away.

After rehearsal, Belle and Killian waited for Liam to pick them up. "Why didn't you tell me you and Will were dating?"

She looked at him, caught off guard. "Who told you?"

"It's not like you two were being subtle."

Belle blushed. "I was going to tell you, I promise. And we're not officially dating or anything. We just went out last week."

"Okay. But if he starts treating you badly-"

"Killian!"

"What?"

"I don't want you meddling with this, okay?"

"I make no promises, but I'll try," Killian promised. "And Belle?"

"Yes?"

"Are you happy?" Belle nodded. Killian smiled. "Then I'm happy for you."