A/N: Remember that epilogue I was thinking about doing? Well, here it is. Two chapters in one day-you guys should consider yourselves lucky. I hope you enjoy this little bit of Rumbelle fluff. I think they deserve it.

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer linen curtains, slinked across the fine wood floorboards, mounted the king-size bed, and finally settled on the two entangled bodies beneath the blood-red silk sheets. Belle stirred from sleep, blinking against the rays of light and stretching her arms above her head. She knew her husband was awake, even though his eyelids still shielded his endless brown eyes. She knew because his fingers were caressing her belly.

Weaving her fingers through his own, she tilted her head and kissed him deeply on the lips, telling him good morning in her special way. His eyelids parted and she dove headfirst into those sensual pools of chocolate. A sly smile claimed his lips and he returned her kiss, pressing her body back against the mattress as he did so.

After all these years together, he still had the power to unravel her as no other man could. Ironically, he often confessed that she had the same effect on him.

"Good morning to you, too," he lilted, his accent thick from the heaviness of their kiss. He gingerly peeled the sheets back to expose her belly, round and full with child. Bending his head, his lips placed a small kiss upon that tender portion of her body. "The same goes to you in there, little one."

"Must you go to work this morning? It can't wait until this afternoon?" Belle never liked being apart from her husband for too long. Every day they ate breakfast together and met at Granny's Diner to share a bit of lunch. Every day he came home to be welcomed into her arms. Every day felt like the first and last between them.

Her husband offered her a remorseful look, using a finger to tip her chin to his mouth.

"I'm afraid I must, my love," he moaned. He enjoyed the separation about as much as she did. "Ever since this curse broke, all thanks to our blessed savior, there are plenty of people still seeking help from the former Dark One." Even if he no longer had magic at his disposal, many of his bottled potions and spells were stored in the back room of his shop to aid the people of Storybrooke.

He groaned and pulled himself onto the edge of the bed. One of his hands massaged the ache from his bad leg. Soon after they had arrived in Storybrooke, she had broken his Dark One curse with true love's kiss. It had returned the limp to his leg, but he endured it, insisting it was a price he was willing to pay to be with Belle without the crutch of magic. Besides, Belle had proven skillful in relieving his pain during the night.

A small cry arose from somewhere down the hall. Belle instinctively sat up in bed and Rumpel peered at her over his shoulder, still rubbing his leg.

"It's your turn," he said, winking.

"My turn," Belle agreed, tossing the covers back. "In that case, do me a favor-"

"Anything," he eagerly promised. Whatever it was, he would grant it if he had the power, even if she asked for the world. Belle arched an eyebrow in challenge.

"Get Bae up for school," she finished. Rumpel hung his head. He should have seen that one coming.

He and his son still had some rough patches to work out and this was Belle's way of offering them some time alone. However, as a teenager, getting Bae up usually required some commanding, some tugging of the feet, and at worst a bucket of ice cold water. Belle decided to leave him to his thoughts on how best to proceed into battle.

She gradually rose to her feet and, with a hand protecting her extended belly, made her way into the hallway, to a room not far from their own. She edged open the door and wandered inside, making a beeline for the white crib in the center. Scooping up her one-and-a-half year old into her arms, she cradled him to her breast.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she cooed, stroking his head. The hair atop that head had the thickness that belonged to his father. The boy began to cry out again and she gently soothed him down, her finger tracing his cheek. "Mama's here. Nothing will ever hurt you, not with your papa and I around. I promise."

Belle craned her neck to kiss her son's head. Behind her, the door opened and she turned around to see Bae's curly head poke into the room. He was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, but thankfully there was no reason for the bucket of water today.

"Hey, Belle, do you mind if we have chocolate chip pancakes today? Miss Ginger's giving a test in class and I don't want to be the kid whose stomach growls during the middle of it."

"You'll have to ask your father. It's his turn to cook breakfast and you know it," she replied lightly. Bae frowned with disappointment.

"Whenever he cooks, it's always his way or no way," Bae grumbled and his head disappeared, the door closing firmly behind him.

Belle thought back to the day she first met Baelfire. Together, she and Rumpelstiltskin had crossed the border and found Bae in an orphanage in New York. At first, he was a little reluctant to get to know his father's girlfriend, especially since he had personal issues with his father in the first place. Even now, he still had trouble calling her Mom, but he had warmed up to her in many other ways.

Belle hummed a lullaby to her little one, swaying with him gently in her arms. Once more, the door opened, this time quieter. She knew exactly who it was without turning around. He limped to her side and placed a hand on the small of her back, casting doe-eyes at their son over her shoulder.

"It seems Bae wants chocolate chip pancakes this morning. Of course, he tells me after I start cooking the waffles." Belle laughed softly, then continued humming. His breath warmed her ear as he nuzzled his face into her neck. "I love the sound of your humming."

If this was a hook, she bit it without thinking twice.

"Oh, really? I remember there was a time you hated the sound of my humming, Rumpelstiltskin," she remarked. Truth be told, those days in the Dark Castle were some of the happiest days of her life and she knew Rumpel would say the same. He gasped dramatically.

"I didn't hate it! It just drove me up the wall because I secretly fancied you, even though I never realized at that point that I fancied you," he argued. She loved to see him become worked up in her name. She pecked his cheek and he returned to admiring their baby. It focused on its father's face and splayed its small hand over Rumpel's cheek. Rumpel's lips inevitably split into an endearing smile.

"Thankfully, he inherited his mother's eyes," he said. Those crystal blue eyes reflected with innocent brilliance, roving over the environment in wonder. Belle never complained about Rumpel's eyes in either world, not when they were capable of expressing so much love.

"My eyes and his father's charm. I can see it now: this one will be a natural heartbreaker," she commented.

Bae called from downstairs and Rumpel suddenly remembered the waffles. He kissed his wife passionately one more time. Ever since his curse broke, he found any excuse to kiss Belle on the lips and always did it passionately, never taking one for granted.

At the threshold of the bedroom, he paused to observe his beautiful wife and his young son. Belle had begun singing again, the heartfelt notes resonating with the beating of his heart. Never could he ask for more to make him happier. For so long, he had been trapped by the influence of magic, when he truly never needed it at all. His family, Belle-they were enough.

Rumpel would be the first to admit he made many mistakes in his life, but the sensitivity curse of long ago had proven to be the best mistake he ever made.

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Okay, it's officially over now. Sensitivity is all wrapped up. Here's to hoping everyone enjoyed it. And I already have people to thank for reviews for last chapter: Revenessa, SwanQueen4055, Guest45, 9aza, AngelofDarkness1605, asalia, cheesyteal'c, and RaFire. I appreciate every word you've given me.