Belle and Mr. Gold spent the rest of the formal reception socializing with Emma's parents. The Nolan's simply couldn't get enough of them. Of course the pretend couple didn't mind it and enjoyed talking to them about Neal. Belle more so, she loved mentioning how sweet Neal is, and how much he adored Emma. Gold could listen to Belle talk fondly of his son all day. She seemed to have such a nurturing personality with Neal.

"So Belle, how many grandchildren do you want?" Mary Margret asked.

"Well two at least, but I'll be happy with whatever Neal and Emma give us."

Mrs. Nolan smiled. "And what about you? You still seem young enough to have another child, are there any plans for that?"

"Michael and I haven't talked about it much, but I wouldn't mind having another child," Belle told her.

"You hear that Gold?" David said nudging Michael's arm. "You better start making some magic soon."

Michael gave an uncomfortable chuckle, but in the back of his mind, that didn't sound like a bad idea. Unfortunately for him, his marriage with Belle was a lie.

The night was coming to an end, and everyone said their farewells. Belle gave Neal a big hug. Tomorrow he would be a different man, a married man with new responsibilities. She felt like it was just yesterday they were in college living together, sharing the small dormitory, cooking his dinner and making sure he dressed warmly in the unforgiving Maine weather. Those will always be her best memories of her time with Neal. Belle and Michael bid Emma and her parents a good night too before returning upstairs.

As soon as Belle is in their room, she plopped down on the bed and kicked off her heels. She groaned at being able to wiggle her toes again. The expensive Red Bottom heels were Belle's favorite shoes and looked magical on her feet, but Belle supposed that all magic came with a price.

"I will never understand why you ladies torture yourself in those shoes." Gold said, pouring her a glass of wine.

"I didn't hear you complaining when I had them on."

Gold chuckled and sat down beside her. "Here, give them to me."

"My feet?"

"Yes, your feet." he told her, reaching into his bag and retrieving some body oil.

She placed her aching feet in his lap and watched him pour the oil in his hand. He gently stroked and kneaded, working his thumbs into the padded areas of her feet. She breathed lightly. She was in total tranquility while he touched her softly.

She took a sip of her white wine. Belle could easily get used to this. A handsome doting husband who rubbed her feet, a big beautiful room with a lavish bed, and a mini fridge stocked with all the wine and chocolate covered fruits she could eat.

"I wish this weren't our last night together." she revealed.

"We'll still have tomorrow to spend together." The wedding ceremony was something he was looking forward to. He wanted to be right next to Belle, maybe even holding her hand, while Emma descended the aisle to their son.

"I know but," She sighed. "I wish all of this was real, and not for pretend."

"You wish we were actually husband and wife?"

"Yes," she knew she sounded silly, but it was the truth. It wasn't fair that tomorrow she would have to go back to her stupid little Manhattan loft, and maybe never see Michael again. "I know that sounds ridiculous, but I'm just having such a great time with you."

"At first when Neal asked us to go along with the farce, I had no doubt that it would end badly, but after spending time with you and seeing how you are with my son. I wish we weren't pretending either." For Gold it was more than her just being his wife, he wished that she was Neal's actual mother. Mr. Gold always knew that his son craved a mother figure in his life and for Belle to take the mantle without hesitation, he felt very fortunate.

Just maybe things didn't have to end once the wedding was over. Belle was certainly glad to hear that Michael felt the same way about her. They sipped wine for hours talking about everything, life, careers, likes and dislikes. Finally getting the chance to get to know one another on a personal level.

The robust wine loosened their tongues until laughter and jokes ensued. The kiss they shared in the vineyard still weighed heavy on Gold's mind. He couldn't help but think about the softness of her lips and the way she leaned into him when he deepened their kiss. Although it was for practice, he wouldn't mind kissing her just for the hell of it.

"Well, I should get ready for bed," she said. Belle tilted her head back and down the rest of her wine before getting up from the bed and walking towards the bathroom.

She felt him staring at her body, tearing apart the little cocktail dress she wore with his eyes. She didn't mind, and Belle loved that she could captivate his attention just by doing nothing. She was just about to enter the bathroom when an idea popped into her head.

"Michael?" she called for him over her shoulder. "Do you mind helping me with the zipper of my dress. I'm afraid the wine was a bit stronger than what I'm used to."

He got up from the bed and slowly walks over to her trance-like. It was like he was in a haze, almost like she placed a spell on him that compelled him to do anything she asked. She gave him a cheeky smile before turning around to let him help her with the zipper she had no difficulties with unzipping. He pulls the zipper, watching the material gradually open to reveal her smooth skin underneath. The zipper ended right above her backside. He wanted so badly to take her dress off completely and kiss her body until she was weak.

Belle was hoping for it too. She wanted to feel his hands caress her back and shoulders and slowly pull her dress off little by little. Maybe she wasn't doing a good job at dropping hints. It didn't matter. She was going to make this happen tonight.

"Belle, Sweetheart what are you doing?" He asked, watching Belle pull off her dress in front of him.

She turns around, letting her little gold dress drop effortlessly from around her small frame and stood there in front of him in nothing but her bra and panties.

"Stop talking and make love to your wife." She commanded before wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and kissing him.

Without a second question, Michael cloaked his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this." he said coming up for air before diving back in, this time to sample the creamy skin at her neck.

"That makes two of us," she whispered.

Belle moved her body against the growing erection in his pants as he teased her neck with his mouth. He was so good at that, and Belle was becoming more and more aroused while being held in his arms. He resumed kissing her, relishing the softness of her lips and the little moans she made when he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her legs were becoming weak, Michael backed her up until they reached the bed, their lips never parting until she sat down in front of him.

Michael discarded his suit jacket and loosened his tie. Belle took the time to unhook her bra, shedding the thin material from her chest and tossing it in a pile. Then she turns her attention to his pants, Michael's cock was painfully hard watching her pull at the buckle of his belt. Gold was utterly amazed by her beauty, how did he get so lucky to wind up with her as a pretend wife.

Belle scoots herself further in the bed so Michael could join her. He was happy that she didn't take off her panties, he wanted to be the one to remove them. They faced each other continuing their sensual kiss, one of Michael's hands moved between her legs, anxious to find out how wet she was.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked her, hoping he didn't sound like a sexually active 17-year-old. Of course he didn't have one, he was a few years from fifty, Michael didn't think he would ever need one.

"Yes, in my bag."

She got up from the bed and quickly went to her bag and got the condom. Belle smiled, it had been a while since she had sex, so she was happy that it was still there. She got back in bed and handed him the contraceptive.

Something told Gold to look down at the condom, just to have a look at it. The wrapping was a little worn, and the condom was thankfully his size, but..

"Sweetheart, this condom expired in 2006."

"What, let me see." he gives her the tiny package, and he was right. She knew it had been a while, but she had no idea it had been over ten years since she had intercourse.

"So, it's been a while for you too?" He asked.

Belle chuckled nervously. "Yeah, sorry."

"Not your fault."

"I suppose you don't have one either." She didn't want to sound desperate, but she needed Michael right this second.

He shook his head no. This was bad. They couldn't drive to the nearest store because both of them were under the influence of alcohol. Michael couldn't ask his brother Jefferson for one, he would never let him live it down. Neal was out of the question as well, how was he going to explain to his son that he was about to have sex with his roommate.

"So what are we going to do?" She asked, running out of ideas.

"I know one thing we can still do." he said.

Gold got up from beside her and spread her legs open before tucking his shoulders underneath her knees. Oral sex would just have to do tonight, no matter how badly his cock wanted to be inside her.

"Yes, oh yes," she moaned as her orgasm took her into bliss. "Yes, oh God yes, - no, no," she said letting out an irritated growl.

"No?" He asked, popping his head up from between her legs.

As much as Belle admired Michael's oral capabilities, this need went deeper and could only be sated by Michael thrusting inside her over and over and over again.

"No, it's not enough."

He knew what she needed. He was facing the same unfulfillment as she was.

"So without?" He suggested.

She nodded. "Without."

xox0xox

In the newlyweds' room, Emma and Neal were enjoying their last night of being two single people.

"One more day and you'll be Mrs. Emma Gold," Neal said before giving his bride a loving kiss.

"Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" She said playfully, while he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.

"I certainly do."

Their cuddling was interrupted by the ringing of Neal's phone. The number that appeared was unfamiliar to him, but he answered it anyway.

"Mom?"
"You're where!"
"Okay, I'll be down in a sec."

Neal hangs up the phone. "Well that was weird, that was my mom."

"Belle?"

"No, Milah, my birth mother." He said before getting up from their bed and putting his pants on. "She's downstairs."

Neal had an uneasy feeling. He wasn't expecting his mother to show up. When he tried to call her and tell her that he was getting married, she didn't even answer or bother to return his call. And now she just shows up out of nowhere, what kind of shit is that? And to make matters worse, Belle was already pretending to be his mother, so the Nolan's couldn't know that Milah was his biological mother, not yet at least.

Emma joined him, and they went downstairs together to meet the woman Neal hardly even recognized.

Milah didn't recognize Neal either. She hadn't seen him since he was a kid. When she got the message from him last year that he was getting married, it didn't phase her. She said a quick good for you and went back to fucking Killian, who had just returned from his seventh stint in jail.

Which was one of the reasons why Milah showed up today, Killian was back in jail, and she was bored. Also, what made her decision to come to Neal's wedding a lot easier was the fact that her ex-husband was going to be there. She couldn't wait to see the look on Michael's face when he realizes she showed up for their son's wedding. None of her reasons for coming were actually about her son getting married. They were all selfish reasons to make herself look good in front of Michael.

"Neal, I barely recognized you." She said, trying to seem happy to see him.

"I can say the same. I guess that's what happens when you don't want to be apart of your son's life."

"Oh come on Neal, let's not fight, especially in front of your fiancée."

"What are you doing here Milah?"

"I came to see my son get married." She said with an unconvincing smile.

"And where's Killian, back in jail I bet."

Milah didn't say anything, she loved Killian, and she didn't like or appreciate her son talking badly about him.

"So am I still invited to the wedding or what?"

"You've missed the whole thing. Then you show up just before the last day and expect everything just to be cool?"

"Neal I came, that's all that matters. I'm sorry about before. You know how busy I get."

"No I don't, you never call."

Milah was tired and agitated. She just drove five hours from Boston, and she didn't want to argue with her son. She just wanted to get some sleep and get through the ceremony tomorrow and leave with the satisfied feeling of seeing the perturbed expression on Michael's face.

"Look do you want me to stay or not?" Milah asked, and Neal doesn't answer. "Fine, I'll leave."

"Wait," Emma calls for Milah. "Neal, try to be nice. I know you have your differences, but she did come all this way, and we do have an extra bedroom now that some guests had to leave early."

Neal shook his head and thought what the hell. He wanted to be the bigger man, and Emma was right she did come all this way to upstate New York for his wedding.

"You can stay. There's an empty room available for you upstairs." He tells Milah. "But there's a situation."

"What kind of situation?"

"The kind where you can't tell anyone that you're my mother."

"Why not?"

"Because since I didn't have a mother to impress Emma's parents with I had to improvise. Mr. and Mrs. Nolan thinks Belle's my mother."

"Belle, who the hell is Belle?" she asked, suspicious of this new person who was supposedly pretending to be her son's mother.

Neal sighed. Damn, she didn't know anything about her son at all. "Belle is my roommate from college."

"I see," Milah subsided."Well, who do I get to be if not your mother."

"My aunt I guess," Neal said with a small shrug.

Milah wasn't expecting to play the role of Neal's aunt, but she reluctantly agreed to it. It wasn't like she was much of a mother to him anyways, and besides, it was the beaten look on Michael's face she was after.

Neal showed Milah to her room on the second floor of the Villa. "The ceremony starts at 11, towels are in the bathroom, and there are extra blankets in the closet."

Milah took in the view of the room. It was so big and beautiful, and she couldn't help but think of how Killian would have enjoyed this place. She missed him so much, and it would have been an added bonus if he was standing by her side when she saw her ex-husband.

After Neal had left the room, Milah collapsed on the bed and turned on the television. She became antsy, the need to move around and enjoy the luxurious room was becoming unbearable. She went to the mini-fridge and popped opened a bottle of wine and found some grapes. She was going to take full advantage of her plentiful room since she would only be staying in it for one night.

About an hour into watching a late night episode of Law and Order, she began to hear strange noises coming from the other side of the wall behind her headboard. She ignored it and chalked it up to her neighbor's television playing loudly. She turns up her TV too, so to drown out whatever television program they were watching.

But the noises grew louder until she could distinctly hear what sounded like a woman moaning. Like really moaning. Whoever she was, she was being taken to pound town, and Milah had a front row seat.

It went on like this for about an hour, the muffled moaning didn't stop, and she could even hear her talking dirty to him. Milah grabbed her pillow and covered her ears, trying her best to silence the woman's moans so she could get some sleep, but whoever he was, he was really giving it to her.

"Seriously?" she whispered softly to herself when she felt her neighbor's backboard slam repeatedly into the enclosure that separated them. The solid thuds of the wall being bumped over and over again ricocheted loudly in her room. Even with her TV's volume blaring, all she could hear was the X-rated activity happening in the next room.

Another sleepless hour passed and Milah's eyes were red and lethargic. This was her son's wedding, and she couldn't believe someone was having sex so heedlessly that it was disturbing her from sleeping. She finally had enough of it, the surge of jealousy got the best of her. If she wasn't able to sleep peacefully, then she wouldn't allow the couple next door to enjoy their night either.

She got out of bed and wrapped her robe around the nightie she wore. She slipped on her slippers before leaving her room. It was only a few steps away from her door before she reached the room where the amazing sex was happening. But what she wasn't expecting was the door to read The Golds.

xox0xox

He didn't know how much longer he could last, being inside her without a condom made the experience so euphoric, but he wasn't going to stop until she was begging him to. Gold saw the damage to the wall from the headboard and expected a very embarrassing explanation to the Nolans' once it was time to leave the villa tomorrow, but that was neither here or now, what mattered was focusing on pleasing the beautiful goddess that was laying under him.

There was a knock at the door. Gold hears it but he doesn't stop, he just ignores it and kept thrusting himself inside her while Belle dug her fingertips deeper into his bare back.

"Michael-" She moaned, trying to speak clearly, but failing due to the orgasmic state she was in. "Michael, someone's at the door."

"Let them knock. I'm not coming out of you." He told her, he didn't want to come in her either but at the rate they were going he wasn't sure if that was even possible.

The knocks turned into three loud bangs.

"Michael." She didn't want him to stop either, but she feared if he didn't answer the door they might never go away. "The sooner you answer the door, the sooner you can get back to me."

"Alright." He kisses her. "But you stay right where you are, don't go anywhere."

Belle giggled. "I won't. Hurry back."

Gold reached down to the side of the bed to retrieve his cane. He got up, throwing his robe around his body and looks through the peephole of the door.

He chuckled. "Oh, this is going to be good."

Belle sits up on the bed and pulls the cover up around her body. "Who is it?"

"Milah, my ex- wife."

Belle knew about Milah, the woman who abandon Neal and his father for some lowlife jobless criminal. But why was she knocking on their door? Mr. Gold open the door, but only enough to stick his head through the crack.

"Milah, what a lovely surprise." he said wearing a smug grin.

"Michael what the hell, it sounds like bulls are stampeding in this room." Milah stops talking, taking in the view of her ex-husband. His hair was slightly damp with sweat, and his chest was heaving like he was doing some sort of strenuous activity. "Is there someone else in there with you?"

"That's none of your concern dearie."

Milah wasn't having it, she was tired, and this was not the look she was hoping for when she saw her ex-husband's face. She pushes the door open, causing Gold to stumble back on his bad leg. She sees a beautiful young woman sitting naked in his bed with the covers gathered around her body.

"Who the hell is she, Michael?"

"I'm Belle, and who are you?" Belle said without giving Michael a chance to answer.

"Belle," the name sounded familiar. "Aren't you supposed to be my son's roommate?"

"I am," Belle told her calmly, refusing to let this woman ruin her last night as Michael's wife.

"Then what the hell are you doing sleeping with my ex-husband?"

"Because he's my husband now." she stressed.

Milah was at a lost for words. She couldn't believe that it was her ex-husband and another woman in the next room having noisy sex. And the young woman was gorgeous. Long auburn hair, beautiful blue eyes and not to mention she was having sex with her ex-husband and sounded like she was enjoying it. This wasn't fair. Nothing was going according to Milah's plans.

"Well, you heard her dearie. Now if you would excuse me, my wife is waiting for me." He said before attempting to close the door, but Milah stood there unwilling to budge.

"You know what? Fuck this. I'm leaving Michael. I knew I shouldn't have wasted my time coming up here. This whole thing is a bunch of bullshit."

Milah kept chastising him, and Belle became fed up with the foul language she was spewing from her mouth at her husband. Belle got up from the bed, naked as the day she was born, walks over to the door and slams it in the wretched woman's face.

She turns to Michael. "You, in the bed. Now."