This was so much fun to write! I had butterflies in my stomach writing it, which has never happen before! So hope you like it! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a time. (like I've been continually saying for the last chapters)

Waking up after fainting was not fun. As her eyes fluttered open Belle felt disoriented. Her eyes weren't used to the light flooding into them from the bright lights overhead, so they closed tightly. After a while she tried again. Her eyes opened only a little at first until she could open them pretty much all the way. She could see the blank white ceiling above her. She tried to lift her head but nausea rolled through her. She placed her head back down on the pillow and then looked down at her body. A white blanket was stretched from her feet to right under her chin. She turned her head against the soft pillow to find a heart monitor next to the bed she was laying on. She came out of her haze and started hearing the steady beat of the machine. As she fully realized where she was she started to panic. She scrambled out of the hospital bed. She wanted to rip off the flimsy hospital gown but she didn't. She despised hospitals. She had lived under one in a small cell for 28 years. Then after she crossed the town line she had been in Storybrooke's for days, scared and confused. She hadn't been in one since they released her there, but here she was in one again. But this wasn't in Storybrooke, it wasn't even anywhere close to it.

Her commotion had sent a nurse rushing into her room. The young nurse had a look of concern on her face as she saw Belle up and out of her bed.

"Are you ok?" she asked quickly striding over to Belle. She tried to take Belle's arm to lead her back to the bed, but Belle was shaking her head rapidly.

"No," Belle said, firmly standing in place.

"Ok," the nurse said gently. "My name is Ellie. Can you tell me what your name is?" Belle tried to calm down but she was trying to make sense of everything. One minute she was on the subway on her way to her doctor's office, then she was fainting in someone's arm, and then she woke up in a hospital.

"It's. It's," she stumbled. " It's Belle."

"Like the princess?" Ellie said trying to distract her while coaxing her back into the bed.

"Something like that," Belle said addled. Finally in the bed and calmer she noticed something across the room on the table. She tilted her head puzzled.

"Could you bring that to me?" she said to Ellie while pointing towards the table. Ellie followed her hand and walked over to the table picking up what Belle was pointing at and then walking over to Belle to give it to her. As it was placed in Belle's hand her heart skipped. Holding the soft flower felt unreal for her. She brought the delicate rose to her face smelling it. Ellie looked at her strange but didn't say anything.

"So Belle," she said her name trying to break her out of her trance. "Can you tell me how you're feeling?" Ellie looked to Belle waiting for an answer but Belle didn't show any signs of hearing her. "Belle?" she said softly.

"I'm sorry," Belle said shaking her head out of her fog. "Can you tell me how this got here? Who put it there?"

"The rose?" Ellie said, disappointed she wasn't getting Belle to answer her question.

"Yes."

"Uh," she said trying to remember. "It was an older gentleman who was in here earlier." Belle, for the first time looked straight into Ellie's eyes.

"Where is he?" Belle questioned desperately, her eyes wide. The heart monitor started making more rapid noises.

"Belle, please calm down. You fainted a couple hours ago. We need you to relax."

"No please. I need to see him. Where is he?" She said more urgently. She started sobbing, her emotions going wild. She was so close to seeing her Rumple. She had come all the way to New York, pregnant and alone. She had waited two months just hoping she would meet him, but know she knew that he had found her.

"He's outside in the hallway." Belle's heart stopped.

Her eyes flickered towards the door. She thought that at any moment he would be standing in that doorway, just like he did before at the Storybrooke hospital. He had knocked on the door frame before coming in. it was right after he had called her telling her he was dying.

She remember how she felt. Even though she didn't remember who he was, she was glad he hadn't died. His words over the phone call had pierced her heart. The emotion that his voice held made her cry after he hung up. When he walked into her hospital room after, healthy and smiling at her, she was relieved.

Right now she felt relieved too, realizing she was so close. But she was also anxious. She had thought of many different scenarios. Maybe they would finally meet by running into each other on the streets one morning. Perhaps they would reach for the same book in the library. Maybe one day he would call her out of the blue. Or maybe she would be sitting alone at a fancy restaurant only to look over and find him sadly sitting by himself too. She had stayed awake for nights thinking about it. She never had imagined it would be like this.

"I need to see him," she told Ellie. "I need to see my husband." She added to herself in a whisper. Ellie looked at her carefully before placing her hand on Belle's shoulder and nodding.

"I will get him." Belle closed her eyes. Her worry and annexed about being in a hospital was eased but now she was scared about seeing him. What was he going to say, she thought. How was he going to react about being a papa again? She was so caught up in her worry she didn't noticed her nurse, Ellie, left. She took deep breaths and laid her head on back onto to pillow. Her hand rubbed over her stomach, and then stopped to twist her wedding ring on her left hand.

She still had her eyes closed when she felt a hand cover her own. His hand. She sighed. Not wanting to face what was to come, and reveling in his touch, she willed herself not to open her eyes. She felt his own wedding band. She felt it rub across hers. Biting her lip and taking a deep breath she slowly lifted her eyelids. Staring down at her was her very concerned looking husband. They both were silently fixed into the others eyes. She was the first one to break the stillness with a softly spoken word.

"Hi," at her voice the corners of his lips tuned into a small smile.

"Hello," Rumple replied equally as soft as if in a daydream.

Yay! They finally met! They finally both saw each other! As always please review or PM with any questions, thoughts, prompts, or Rumbelle feels! Thanks everybody for reading!