Belle and Mr. Gold stayed a few minutes longer at Neal's grave. There wasn't much else to say between the three as they stood silently staring at the tombstone. Mr. Gold quickly collected himself with a few sniffs before addressing Henry. "Henry, we are family now… and family means a lot to me. So… what I'm trying to say, is… you don't have to be afraid of me anymore. You can come visit me at my shop any time."

"I would like that. Thank you… Grandpa." The words still felt strange to Henry, even as they came out of his mouth, but he figured the more he said it the more he could get used to it.

Belle asked, "Are you sure you don't want a ride home?"

"I'm sure," replied Henry with a small smile. Belle extended her left hand and touched Henry's shoulder, "Despite the circumstances, it was nice seeing you again."

"You too as well," he replied congenially. Belle looked up at Mr. Gold and they both turned to return to their car.

"Oh… and congratulations!" called out Henry. Belle and Gold turned to face him again but with quizzical looks on their faces. "Your ring," Henry gestured toward Belle, "I just noticed it. Congratulations."

"Thank you Henry," answered Mr. Gold. "Yes, thank you," said Belle with a grateful smile. She looked up at her husband who returned her favor with a smile. They turned back around and resumed their trek back to the car. Gold got into the driver's side and Belle entered the car through the passenger's side. When they got into the car she turned to look at her husband. He seemed calmer and more collected, but she knew that underneath the cool exterior there was much more happening than he led her on to believe. She asked him gingerly, "Are you sure you're ok?"

He nodded briefly before saying, "For now." He looked off elsewhere, needing just a few moments of silence to himself before putting the car keys into the ignition. "Belle, I apologize."

"What for?"

"It was my intention to spend our honeymoon continuing the happiness we shared from our wedding night. Instead, we're started off our honeymoon with sadness. Again, it's not what I had intended on us doing, but with what happened with Zelena and Elsa… I needed to see him. I needed to see my son again."

"I understand. I know how much he meant to you." Belle reached out and grabbed his, holding it supportively. "I don't know what the surprise is, or where we're going for our honeymoon, but just so you know, I would be just as happy staying at home with you."

"But you deserve better than that."

"No I don't. I deserve peace and rest… I deserve you."

"Then that is what you shall have." He replied, squeezing her hand just a little bit tighter.

"You know, your son was a good man," she said as he turned the car on, "but you're that same good man too."

He turned his head and looked at his wife, giving her a small smile that looked identical to Henry's.

… …

The cabin was exactly what they needed. Belle grinned as they pulled up into the man-made driveway. It was indeed a pleasant surprise. Gold turned off the vehicle and turned to his wife, "Surprised?"

She couldn't contain her happiness, but she managed to say softly to him, "It's perfect."

Gold unloaded the car of their luggage while Belle brought in what she could of groceries. When she entered the cabin, it wasn't completely clean. There were a few cobwebs here and there and the windows were a bit foggy from all the dust. While others may have been put off by the cabin's current state, she was actually quite relieved. She figured that the more she did to clean and keep her hands busy, the less her mind would focus on the dagger.

She started her cleaning frenzy with the kitchen since they would eventually be using it later that evening for dinner. He left her to deposit their luggage in their bedroom. Time flew by and the kitchen was functional and sanitary again. After some time, Gold returned to meet her in the kitchen. "I'll make dinner," he insisted, taking over the kitchen for her.

So she left him to his own devices and headed to their bedroom to unpack. She entered their bedroom expecting to lay down clean sheets, but Gold had beaten her to the punch. She looked for their luggage and discovered that Rumple had already stowed their clothes neatly into the dresser drawers. Apparently while she was busy with the kitchen, he was busy readying their bedroom. Another pleasant surprise for her, but she was soon finding that she was running out of things to do. She decided to dust. She could smell sweet aromas permeate from out of the kitchen as she searched for a duster. In the midst of her search, she discovered a small bookshelf in an abandoned part of the cabin. The books were, of course, thickly covered with dust, but the sight was exciting as she gently graced the spine of each book her fingers passed. She discovered survival books, first aid books, a book on plant identification, and a few other fictional stories that she didn't recognize.

The sun was beginning to set and they decided to dine by candlelight on the front porch to watch the sun set. With dinner already set on the table, he had served a savory chicken drizzled in white wine sauce, with sides of peppered string beans and garlic red-skinned mashed potatoes. She had been cleaning and dusting for so long she didn't realize how much of an appetite she had worked up. She retrieved her glass of ice water from the kitchen and brought it with her to the porch to discover Gold standing by her chair. When he saw her he pulled the chair out for her. She was fighting the urge to smile, but she was losing the battle. She couldn't help but smile over the chivalrous gesture. "Thank you," she said kindly to him.

"My pleasure."

As soon as Belle sat down he helped push her chair closer to the table. He then sat down at the opposite end and proceeded to pour himself a glass of white wine to pair with the meal. Belle was the first to take a bite of the chicken and the way the creamy wine sauce splashed and danced on her tongue she had to close her eyes to relish in its flavor. She was so impressed with his culinary skills she remarked, "I… uh… didn't know you cooked this well."

"You know," he replied cutting into his own chicken and taking a small bite, "this may surprise you, but there was a time when you weren't around and I had to feed myself." He looked up at her with a smirk and proceeded to take a bite of mashed potatoes. "In a way, I find that cooking is similar to potion making. With careful experimentation, using the correct amount of the right ingredients, you can come up with some magical if not spectacular dishes. Believe me… I've been at this for a while now."

Belle scoffed, laughing out loud to herself, "Heh… uh, well, then perhaps you should have been the one cooking our meals at the Dark Castle. I'm sure I've made you some horrendous ones."

"True," he said smiling down at his plate as he reflected, "but it gave me an excuse to come see you every day." His romantic reflection was heart-warming and it seemed to have filled the bittersweet air. They couldn't help but smile lovingly at each other over the tender moment.

"This is delicious Rumple, thank you," she smirked, marveling over the romantic thought. He definitely had a way of being charming when he wanted to be.

They both sipped from their glasses. "I'll let you in on a little secret…" He said finishing his sip and cutting into his chicken.

"Yes?" Secrets! Her ears begged for more. He paused, his face looking grave and somber. She waited for his secret with bated breath.

"This is the only dish I've perfected," he replied not seriously.

"Oh!" she said disappointedly. She could tell that he was obviously joking. She felt silly. She knew he wouldn't readily give up secrets that easily.

"Yep. Unless you count hot or cold mush, to which I think I've patented it." It was clear that he was lying, but his intentions were to try and make her feel better by lightening the mood.

"And here I was thinking you were this hidden master chef. There have to be other meals you know how to cook?" she asked inquisitively.

"Nope," he lied humorously. A moment of silence passed between the two as they took a few more bites of their meal. He looked up from his plate and seeing that Belle was in a happier disposition he remarked, "I'm glad to see you smile again."

She finished chewing and swallowed looking up at her husband, "And I you."

Rumple continued eating and Belle looked at him apprehensively. She wanted to ask him something and her curiosity pushed the words out of her mouth, "Rumple…"

"Mmm?"

"What exactly happened after I left Elsa's mansion?" Rumple paused at the question, registering what she asked mid-chew. He finished whatever remained of his bite and took the napkin that was sitting on his lap and wiped his mouth with it. "After you sent me to Granny's?" Belle asked to clarify her question.

"She was reunited with her sister. She discovered and was able to utilize the power of Love and was then able to unfreeze everything in Storybrooke, including her sister's cursed frozen heart," he answered concisely. She waited for him to elaborate. And when he didn't she persisted, "That can't be all."

"Belle…" he groaned.

"This woman had a century's old grudge on you."

"I've made a lot of enemies back in our land. Most of them, I'm sure, hold grudges."

"And why did you curse her sister?" Belle asked, her voice now escalating.

"Belle," he began, disappointed in the direction in which the evening was heading, "I would really prefer to not talk about this now."

"When should we talk about it then?"

"What's this all about?" he asked, attempting to redirect the interrogation, "I thought dinner was going quite wonderfully."

"You're lying to me Rumple," she accused.

"I'm not lying! What am I lying to you about?!"

She stared frustratingly at him. "You still don't trust me, do you?" she said with disgust, getting up from the table. Her anger about the dagger was flooding back. "…Because lying is also perceived as the omission of facts."

"Belle…" he called pathetically after her, leaving him alone with dinner. He placed his elbow on the table and closed his eyes. He buried his face in his hand and tried to smooth out the stress wrinkles that were forming on his face.