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A/N: I would threaten to stop this story unless I get reviews, but I won't for two reasons- 1. I'm pretty obsessive so I have to finish and 2. I'm not sure anyone cares if I stop this story, so that would be kind of pointless.
Chapter 7
Rose
I glanced up at my father as he paced back and forth. Mason was asleep in my arms, his warm breath making a damp spot on my shoulder where his face was resting and I tried not to fidget, though it was nearly impossible. I had always been someone who fidgeted when I was nervous, something that Killian found both endearing and annoying. And right now I was definitely nervous.
I knew that it was probably unfounded, because this was my father, but at the same time he wasn't my father. My father had never looked like that, first of all. And his eyes were a different color. But the biggest difference between the stranger in front of me and my father is that this man had a sort of defeated look around him, as if all the happiness had been sucked out of him. My father never looked like that.
He glanced at me and I resisted the urge to bounce my knees, because that would wake up Mason. Instead I settled for twirling my engagement ring around my finger. The blue stone that apparently matched my eyes had managed to escape this ordeal unscathed, which was good because I didn't want Killian to risk another trip to Neverland to get a new one.
"You're engaged?" My father but not my father asked, suddenly stopping in front of me. I nodded cautiously, remembering how well the announcement of my engagement had gone off the first time. Killian and my father may have quit their rivalry many years earlier, but that didn't mean that they were best friends.
"The wedding is supposed to be in the summer," I told him, looking outside. I couldn't tell if it was winter or summer here, which would have to be taken into account if we went back home.
When.
When we went back home. We would get back. There was no way that I could not go back to my home. That was where my parents were, my brothers, and Killian. I had to get back.
"What did your mother think of that?" My father who was not my father, who I would call Rumplestiltskin, asked.
"She took it a lot better than you did," I said.
"Is it someone I didn't like?" Rumplestiltskin asked. I knew him well enough to know he was fishing for a name.
"I'm not going to tell you his name," I informed him. I thought of something that might distract him enough to change the subject. "Where is our mom? She's here, right?"
He fell still for a moment and I regretted asking.
"I can take you to her," Rumplestiltskin said. "When your little brother wakes up."
I suddenly wished that Mason would wake up so I wasn't stuck with this man that I didn't know trying to make conversation. I never had this issue with my real dad.
I missed him.