Rumple watched his family intensely; his arms were folded behind his back, his eyes gleaming in the light of the candle on the night stand. Belle tucked their son into bed and kissed him on the forehead.

"Goodnight, my baby boy" said Belle.

She left the candle lit and took Rumple's hand as they moved into the hallway, closing the door behind them. They stood in their bedroom, their hands still clasped together, in front of the glass doors that lead to the balcony, and watched peacefully as the snow fell. The fire burning brightly across the room illuminated them with a bright orange glow. Belle placed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, as she let out a soft hum. He looked down at her and smirked.

"It is beautiful" said Belle softly.

"Yes. Winter was always my favorite time of year." he said.

"Why?' she asked

"Because when the snow fell, both my children would be the happiest boys on the planet, and it's all I ever want; my family to be happy." said Rumple.

Belle could feel the truth in his words hit her in a tidal wave of emotion. It was the moments like this, that she would use to contradict him whenever he called himself a monster. No monster could love his family like he did. She grinned, as she squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek.

"Come. Let's go to bed" she whispered.

They changed into their night clothes, Belle slipping into a flimsy blue night gown, and Rumple, as he was accustomed to in the real world, wore nothing but a pair of dark brown leather shorts, or briefs as they were called back on earth. They slipped under their warm quilt, Belle immediately rested in his embrace, her head on his chest. She hummed and ran her hand along the skin over his rib cage, feeling the softness of his skin and the strength of his bones underneath.

"I have something to tell you" she said.

"Oh?" Rumple added curiously, his eyebrow raised.

"I'm pregnant" she said.

Rumple's heart skipped a beat, the world seemed to have paused around them, and everything was silent. Belle could here Rumple's heart pound in his chest, it worried her.

"Sweetheart?" Belle asked, lifting her head off his chest.

"I'm sorry. I should have noticed" he said.

When Belle was pregnant with Finn, he knew right away. He could sense the presence of his son inside her, but now he sensed nothing. He turned her over and placed a hand on her stomach. Instantly, a loud thump, like a strong heartbeat, made him jump and recoil his hand away from her.

"What's wrong?" she asked

"It's strange. Remember when you were pregnant with Finn? I told you I could feel his presence as if he was standing next to us." he said.

"This one is not as strong. What does that mean?" he asked her.

He had never been more worried or more confused in his life.

"You worry too much. I know our baby will be safe, our child will be healthy. I can feel it. Maybe this one isn't blessed with magic" she said, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Rumple thought about it, that maybe the case. Maybe their upcoming newborn would be ordinary. He had just finished accepting his child's normalcy, when he touched Belle's stomach again, and images flashed through his mind. Belle watched his eyes blink rapidly as if he was in the midst of a strong storm.

"Rumple? Rumple? Sweetheart, what is it?" she asked, gently rubbing his cheek.

He didn't know what he was seeing, they were just images, the sound of Belle's voice calling his name, echoed around him, but he could not answer. He concentrated hard and the images slowed, he blinked and found himself standing on a lush green mountain side. It was beautiful; the sun was shining, the sky was clear. He turned around and a young girl, with beautiful long brown hair, appeared before him. She stretched out her hand and said one word…

"Father"

He snapped out of his trance and was back in his bedroom. Belle cupped his cheek and frantically moved strands of hair from his face.

"My love, what happened? Are you alright?" she asked, concern clear in her voice.

Rumple smiled, their newborn was gifted as well, very gifted. This was magic he had never seen before. Not even born yet and his daughter was already a magnificent wonder.

"It's there" he said.

"What?" asked Belle with a confused look.

"The magic she has, its magnificent." said Rumple breathlessly.

"How do you- wait. She? It's a girl?"

Rumple nodded, smiling at her, as Belle took the words in.

"She appeared to me, baby. She is so beautiful, exactly like you. Our daughter has a very unique gift, Belle. I can't wait to see what she can really do-"

Belle put a finger over his lips, just as he was starting to get excited.

"Lay with me" she said pulling him back towards the pillows.

She laid beside him, staring into his dark brown eyes, smiling, as he gently caressed the soft skin on her neck and jaw.

"I love you" he said before kissing her passionately.

She placed his hand on her stomach and rubbed it, as if she wanted him to feel her love for him as well as their daughter's. He chuckled before breaking the kiss.

"I love you too, my baby girl" he whispered.

She laughed and nuzzled her nose against his. They fell asleep in each other's arms, the fireplace illuminating them, as the snow fell quietly outside.