*****A guest reviewer pointed out there was no Snowing baby:

No, there isn't, I'm sorry :(. I just didn't have room. I'm juggling so many POV's, I don't think I can squeeze in a baby, at least not right now. Sorry.

Belle glared at the T.V., her head resting in one hand, her elbow propped up on the couch. Rumple was sitting in his armchair, spooning Shredded Wheat into his mouth as he watched the screen. Belle flicked her eyes to him, staring as he dipped his spoon in the bowl—brought it to his mouth—carefully took the bite—chewed, swallowed—and dipped the spoon back in the bowl. Belle watched him, clenching her fists, trying not to scream into irritation.

"Rumple," she said quietly.

"Mmm?"

"Rumple."

"What?"

Belle snatched the remote and shut the T.V. off. "Could you look at me for two seconds?" she snapped. Rumple turned his head.

"I was watching that," he said, sounding betrayed.

"Rumple!" she flared up.

"Okay, okay!" he said irritably, and set the bowl down. "What? What's the problem?"

"The problem is—" she clutched at her hair, suddenly overcome by frustration—"this, Rumple! The late-night cereal! The going-to bed at eight-thirty! The staying-home every night because Sixty Minutes is on! We're an old married couple, and I'm not even old!"

Rumple stared at her in alarm, stunned by her outburst. "Okay," he said nervously. "What do you want me to do?"

Belle threw her head into her hands exasperatedly. "Rumple," she whined, almost about to cry from frustration. "I want to do something. Anything. I can't take this, just sitting at home." She lifted her head up. "Do you know what the highlight of my week was?" she asked, twisting her head to look at him. He didn't answer; just watched her warily. "Taking Hook shopping."

His features stiffened. Rumple put up with Hook for Belle's sake, but he still didn't like him—particularly when his wife said things like that. "Really."

"You want to know why?"

Rumple narrowed his eyes and folded his arms. "Do I?"

Belle rolled her eyes. "Stop pouting."

"I'm not pouting," he said through gritted teeth.

"I was getting out of the house and doing something," Belle said frustratedly. "I had a social life, for a brief moment."

"What are you talking about? You go out every day!" Rumple argued. "You go to the library, don't you?"

"Yes! To work!" she cried exasperatedly. "I'm not talking about work, I'm talking about getting out just for the hell of it! Rumple," she said, lowering her voice and taking his hand, "we used to do things all the time. We'd go out for walks…have lunch… go dancing—"

"I don't remember any of this," Rumple frowned.

"Because we only did that before we got married," Belle sighed. "Once we did…we just lost that—that spark, you know? We stopped trying." She was quiet for a minute, reflecting. "And you really skimped on the ceremony."

Rumple raised his eyebrows, offended. "Are you calling me 'cheap'?"

"That wedding sucked ass, Rumple, and you know it!" she said, glaring at him. Rumple stared at her with wide eyes.

"Okay," he said cautiously. "So, what do you want, a re-do?"

Belle looked at him, breathing heavily. "What?"

"A re-do. Do you want to re-do it?"

"Re-do what?"

"The wedding, Belle," he said, irritation creeping into his voice. "Do you want to re-do the wedding, or what?"

She blinked. "Like a… like a vow renewal?"

He waved his hand indifferently. "Yeah. Sure. Vow renewal."

She scoffed. "We've only been married two years."

"So?" he shrugged.

"So, don't people usually wait, like, thirty years to do a vow renewal?"

Rumple closed his eyes exasperatedly. "Okay, Belle…you have two options. Vow renewal, or bitch for the rest of your life and no vow renewal. What do you want?"

"Vow renewal," she said instantly. "Of course I want a vow renewal, I was just saying—"

"Well, all right then," he said loudly. "We'll do the vow renewal." He switched the T.V. back on and returned to his cereal.

Belle looked at him, surprised. "You…you really want to do the vow renewal?"

He glanced over at her. "I don't want to do the vow renewal," he said, swallowing. "But you want to. So we'll do it."

She broke into a smile. "Rumple," she beamed, scooting closer to him so she could wrap one arm around his shoulder. He smiled, but didn't pause in his T.V.-watching or cereal-eating. "So…you'll let me pick out everything? My dress, the venue, the food, the flowers, the music, the—?"

"Sweetheart, what makes you think I want to pick out any of that?" He put the bowl down and looked at her. "I know you didn't get the wedding you wanted… Go nuts. Just don't ask me for opinions, because the only part I intend to play in all this is paying for it."

She narrowed her eyes. "You also have to be part of the ceremony, Rumple. You realize that, don't you?"

He squeezed his eyes shut and mouthed, Damn it. "Of course, I realize that," he said, opening his eyes and smiling innocently. "But apart from saying my lines—"

"Vows, dedicating your life to mine, but whatever."

"—this is for you." He took her hand. "This is your party. I'm just there to look pretty."

Belle smiled. "Good." She hugged him before hopping off the couch and walking toward the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Rumple called after her.

"I have to call Hook. I'm going to make him go dress-shopping with me."