This could be seen as a followup to my story, Snowflakes, or something completely on its own. I should also mention that these oneshots aren't very linear, and they don't fall into any particular universe, for the most part. They're just little fun tidbits. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
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His eyes were the color of honey.
Sweet and warm, but dangerous when needed, though they were never that way around her. She had only ever seen love and adoration there, even in the worst of their fights. She remembered when they were in another land, and his eyes were golden orbs. They were still kind, but she had to dig deeper to see the kindness. But it was always worth it.
He was always worth it.
"Mama?"
Belle blinked and smiled at her little daughter. Abigail Rose, whose unusual birth had caught everyone offguard, was now almost three and the most beautiful little girl her parents had ever seen. She had her mother's little mouth and her father's mischievous laugh, her mother's button nose and her father's ears. But most importantly, she had her father's warm honey eyes.
"What is it, love?"
Abigail scrambled into her mother's lap with a happy and all-too-familiar squeal. "Hide me!"
Belle looked amused. "From what, love?"
"Papa!"
"What on earth for, love?"
"He's gonna get me!"
"Yes, I am, dearest," came her beloved's rich voice, and Belle's smile widened as he crossed the floor and stopped in front of them.
Abigail squealed again as her father reached down and began tickling her mercilessly.
Belle grinned and watched her husband and their little daughter, both with eyes like honey and laughter like music to Belle's ears.
Oh, yes, she loved them more than anything.
The End.
A/N: Hehehe, RumBelle. I really can't get enough of them. Again, if anyone has any suggestions, requests or challenges, let me know! Thanks for reading, and please review!