A/N: I went back and edited the last chapter so I hope it's better now. I want to thank my reviewers: my story guest, prttykitty7728, thedoctorsgirl42, eyeslikedawn, and rumbelleobsessed, you guys are awesome. Also, yes thedoctorsgirl42 that is indeed how I wash my hair. Now on to the next chapter, I warn you it's fluffy, but I hope you enjoy it. Happy reading!
Chapter rating: K+
"Why do you say that if you don't mean it? You were so cold to me before what changed?" Annabelle asked.
"I do mean it! I mean it with all my heart. I was cold to you because I wanted to push you away. I'm a beast and I didn't want to subject you to that."
"Well it didn't work. I love you and that's all that counts," Annabelle responded.
Annabelle grabbed him and hugged him once more. She stopped to smell him, he smelled like cinnamon musk. It was a great smell for him and she couldn't help but smile. He wrapped his limber arms around her and grinned like the cheshire cat. He had finally confessed his love to his Belle. It had taken him two worlds to say it, but he finally had the gumption to actually do it. The way she made him feel was like him flying in a rocket so high he was out of the galaxy. It was amazing, no, it was perfect, no, it was love.
"Mr. Gold, I never thought that we could be together, but now that we are I feel like I can do anything. You make me feel happy, more happy than I've been before."
"Me too Belle, me too."
"Let's go do something! Together," Annabelle suggested.
"I still owe you ice-cream," Mr. Gold stated.
"You certainly do!"
Mr. Gold took her hand and walked her out to his car. She was going to be treated like his queen, no matter what happened she would always be his queen. He drove past Granny's diner and arrived at The Snow Queen's Ice-cream. It was the only ice-cream shop in town, but it had the best ice-cream. He pulled through and entered a tight parking spot, between a red truck and Emma Swan's yellow car. Annabelle rested her head on his shoulder and he couldn't stop smiling. This was absolutely wonderful. He escorted her out of the car and held her hand. People gawked at them, but they didn't care. It was like they were the only two people in the world.
When they approached the window for ordering it quickly swung open, showing a chipper blond woman.
"Hi! I've never seen you before. Miss?" The blond woman asked.
"Annabelle and that's because my father didn't want me out. He said it was a "dangerous" world, but I'm with Mr. Gold now."
"That's quite enough Belle." Mr. Gold stated.
"My name's Gerda. What can I get you two?"
Mr. Gold could tell see the resentment in Gerda's eyes, she like many others, despised him. Although, she was one of the respectful ones.
"I don't know what to get Mr. Gold."
"I will have a large vanilla with a waffle cone and the lady will have a strawberry cream with a waffle cone," Mr. Gold ordered.
Gerda gave him the total and within moments the ice-cream was served. Annabelle's eyes lit up and she grabbed her ice-cream cone from his hand. Mr. Gold laughed and watched her lick her cone. At first she could confused and felt discouraged when the ice-cream started dripping, but then she got the hang of it.
"Ha, sorry. I haven't eaten ice-cream in a while."
"It's okay love, it's like riding a bicycle, you will catch on fast."
"I've never rid in a bicycle, my father said I wasn't allowed to."
"I see, I'll have to change that!" Mr. Gold said.
They sat on a picnic table and Annabelle sat close to him so she could feel his warmth. He put his right arm around her and kissed her cheek. She shivered in his arms, and snuggled next to him. People looked at them like they were red in a sea of blue. Annabelle felt secure near him and knew that as long as she was with him he would keep her safe.
In the corner of her eye she saw none other than Gaston. She choked on her ice-cream and looked at Gaston. Mr. Gold saw the look of danger in her eyes and rubbed her back. He whispered in her ear that it was okay and that he would protect her, but she was still on edge. Gaston was good friends with her father and even though she did want to know how her father was doing she didn't want to have to ask Gaston. Gaston was a pig!
As Gaston approached them Mr. Gold grew more like a bear. If Gaston was going to try anything Mr. Gold would be ready. At first, Gaston just ordered ice-cream from Gerda, but then he walked towards them with a dangerous smirk across his face.
"Hello Annabelle. You are looking well and Mr. Gold you are looking just as you usually do," Gaston said, with an icy tone.
"What do you want?" Annabelle asked.
"I'm here to ask you to come back to your father. He's ill and Dr. Whale says he's not doing so well," Gaston replied.
"She won't do it!" Mr. Gold insisted.
Annabelle wanted to stay with Mr. Gold, but she also wanted to help out her father. He may be cruel, but he was her father. She could see Gaston looking at her up and down. He didn't want to help her father, he just wanted her far away from Mr. Gold. She was having a hard time debating if she would or if she wouldn't help her father.
"Please Annabelle he won't be able to recuperate without you!" Gaston said.
"I'll do it!" Annabelle stated.
"Belle, please he only wants you there so he can have someone to hate! You are going back to domestic violence and I won't let that stand!" Mr. Gold said.
"I need to help him. He's the only family I have left."
