The sun was setting as Mary opened the door to Maurice's flower shop and entered the building with umbrella and carpetbag in hand. Maurice looked up from where he stood at the counter and smiled. As soon as Mary sat her things down he immediately came over to her and they fell into an embrace.

"Maurice," she called to him rubbing his back, "I have to tell you something."

"What is it my love?"

They pulled away from each other. With great hesitance Mary bit her lip and replied, "The Wind is calling me… I am to leave again."

"But you only just arrived!"

"I know. It is the drawback to my powers."

"You're going to miss the birth of our grandchild."

"She'll be in good hands. I'm sure of it."

"Will we ever be together?"

"Yes," Mary said definitively. "We will. That, I can say for certain."

"I'm sure I'll be too old for you by then."

"You'll never be too old to me. If anything, I'm too old for you. Besides, I have a feeling I'll be back sooner than you think." Mary paused and noticed the flora that dominated the front of his shop. "Lillies?"

"It's our grandchild's favorite," he said grinning at Mary.

Mary smiled back and replied, "You did always have a knack for guessing correctly."

"Please! Before you go," Maurice said holding up his hands for her to wait a moment. He quickly gathered a bunch of Bluebells, cutting the tips off of the stems and placing them strategically and meticulously on a sheet of wrapping paper. He bundled the flowers in the paper and into a bouquet tying them beautifully into a delicate blue bow. Seeing that he was finished, he handed them to Mary who received them with delighted surprise.

"Oh Maurice! They're beautiful! You shouldn't have."

"I should and I did. It's a going away present; beautiful flowers to my favorite lady." Seeing that her hands were currently occupied by the flowers he gave her, he walked over to her carpetbag and umbrella and picked them up. He bent his elbow toward her, leaving just enough space for her arm to feed through and offered, "May I, at least, escort you?"

Mary buried her face into the bouquet of flowers and looked up at him. The doors magically opened on their own accord as she answered, "Of course."

She fed her arm through the crook of his and they exited the flower shop together. As soon as they stepped outside he placed the carpetbag down. Mary took one last inhale of her flowers' fragrance and bent over her carpet bag. She opened the bag and placed the flowers inside. Before snapping the bag shut, she grabbed her white gloves and stood back up. She looked at Maurice who was still holding her umbrella and took the umbrella from him, hooking it over her arm. She slipped her white gloves on and adjusted her hat.

Maurice looked on longingly with puppy eyes.

"I won't be long. We will be together again, I promise."

"I know. I trust you. I love you Mary Poppins."

"My dear sweet Prince, I have and will always love you."

At Mary's parting words, she leaned in toward Maurice and they both sweetly kissed. A breeze picked up for a bit and bombarded their bodies. Upon impact they parted. Mary took the umbrella from off her arm and opened it, holding it open above her head. She turned, giving Maurice one last smile and then looked upwards toward the skies. A gust lifted her quickly up like a feather and within a matter of minutes she disappeared into the clouds.

… …

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," whispered Belle as she soaked in the freshly drawn bathtub. A smile drew upon her lips. "That's my mother's spell isn't it?"

Rumplestiltskin sat on the ground beside the tub up against the wall with a leg propped up and a leg tucked under. He leaned his head back against the wall as he reflected. With an arm resting on his knee, he turned his head slightly to see Belle's and nodded.

She grinned even further at his silent confirmation. They continued to sit there in peaceful silence and she allowed the warm soothing waters to work their magic on her.

"New York…" he said breaking the tranquility.

"What?"

"Moving," Rumple said looking down at his hands. "leaving Storybrooke. You're right. It's what's best… for all of us."

"Rumple… I… it was a knee-jerk reaction. We don't have to move."

"I know… but if not having magic taught me anything, it's that I don't need it to make the most important people in my life happy. This Dark Curse… being the Dark One… If having magic means that I'm fated for misery for eternity, then I'm done choosing this fate. Us moving is as much of an opportunity for me as it is for you. If we move, it'll give me a chance to recognize and remember the man that I once was. Also, by leaving Storybrooke I can finally break myself from the Dark One dagger. Belle, you and Baelfire have always seen me for the man that I was. I don't know how, but somehow you both were able to see the good in me. I've never confessed this to anyone…"

Could this be it? One of many secrets she had long desired!

"… but I long to be that man again… the man I once was with Baelfire. You have always made me want to go back to that. To be a loving father whose work was just enough that it allowed us to live… to be human again. As much as we could finish the rest of our days here in Storybrooke, I'm afraid that magic will perpetually prevent me from ever going back to that man. We can do it. So let's move."

"Really?" Belle gasped with excitement. "Oh, Rumple! Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said, mulling over the idea. It felt right. He got up from where he sat and moved in closer to the tub. He smiled to her as he leaned in and kissed her forehead. "But before we go into the logistical details of setting up our new life, I think we should probably have our baby first."

"I think so, too."

He leaned up against the side of the tub and rested his head on the rim as he looked on her fondly. He frowned for a second as he apologized, "I'm sorry for thinking the worse of your intentions."

"No, I should apologize to you," said Belle. "I should have never manipulated your decision to move so quickly."

"You were only doing what you thought was right."

"Yeah, well. Magic may be potent, but I think pregnancy hormones are more powerful."

He smirked at her reply as he leaned over once more to kiss her on the cheek before getting up. "I'm just going to go downstairs in the kitchen. Do you want anything?"

"No," she said with a gracious and elated smile.

He gawked at her for a moment staring at her radiant skin, "I have to say, and don't take this the wrong way… but… you look absolutely stunning. How in my cursed life did I become so lucky?"

"I think I'm lucky the one."

He smiled at her and backed away slowly to admire her glow. She was truly and absolutely beautiful. He exited the bathroom which was in their bedroom and then headed out of their bedroom to search for Nurse Bouquet. It didn't take him long to find her. From where he stood, he could hear rustling and feet scuffing the floor coming from out of the kitchen. When he came around the corner to see what the nurse was doing in their kitchen he saw Bouquet enjoying a sandwich she had apparently made for herself in their absence.

"Glad to see you're making yourself at home."

The nurse nearly choked on the sandwich and jumped at the sudden sight of Rumplestiltskin staring at her, "You startled me. Do you do that often to other people?"

"Do you normally ransack other peoples' kitchens and eat their food?"

"I made an extra sandwich. Want one?" she said bypassing his question entirely. "You look like you could eat. You're looking kind of pale."

"I'll be alright."

"You sure?" said Bouquet as she raised the plate toward his face as if to waft the smell in his general direction. Rumple raised his hand to decline her offer. "How is she doing?" the nurse asked.

"Contractions are happening more frequently. Though, after getting in the tub like you suggested has made them more tolerable. She seems much more relaxed than she was before. Thank you."

Nurse Bouquet nodded accepting his gratitude, "How are you holding up?"

"Me? I think I've seen better days. I'm nervous."

"Why are you nervous? You should be excited."

"Oh, I'm excited alright… and nervous… and frightened. I think you should know, this birth will be unlike any birth you've ever encountered."

"How so?"

"Our child will be inheriting, well… both of our magic. The price of our child inheriting magic from me, is a life or… the sacrifice of a heart." Nurse Bouquet raised her eyebrows out of concern, but before she had a chance to ask any more questions on the matter he continued explaining, "Although Belle is fully aware of the situation she still doesn't seem to think there'll be an issue. Right now we're sharing each other's hearts. I hoping beyond hope that my immortal half of her heart will keep her alive if the curse were to succeed in its transfer."

"Well… I don't know much about magic, but I'll do my best." Bouquet took another bite into her sandwich and as she chewed she thought of something. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"True Love… how does that work?"

Rumple chuckled to himself, "I've wondered about that same thing before and I thought I knew, but there are still aspects of it that still surprise me. So really…" he said placing his hands on the counter to lean on them. The question did give him pause, "…that is the question, isn't it? Why, you have a secret admirer?"

"No. I was just thinking… children of magic… I'm no expert in it, but I think children are inherently magical. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes. What are you implying?"

"Children are products of love, and love is hope. I'm hopeful that your delivery will be safe and successful."

"Rosa, I can't express to you how much she means to me… how much they mean to me. They are my life."

"Rumplestiltskin, you're doing everything right. You're fine. She's fine. Besides, it sounds to me like you've already done everything you could to prevent your worse dreams from coming true."

"I know… and that's what frightens me the most."

"Rumple… Rosa…" called Belle from upstairs, "I think… I think I need you?"

Rumple leapt from the kitchen and bolted toward the stairs. He looked up and saw Belle at the top of the stairs draped in her bathrobe, clutching her stomach with one hand and leaning on the railing with the other. He immediately ascended the stairs to meet her and helped her along to their bedroom. Bouquet grabbed her duffle bag and brought it upstairs following after Rumplestiltskin.

Rumple helped Belle onto their bed, strategically situating pillows around her to make her more comfortable as Bouquet entered the room setting her bag to the ground, "Are you ready?"

"Ready?" questioned Rumple out of alarm. He continued in disbelief, "Ready for what?"

"Mmhmm," answered Belle, "I feel ready to push now."

"Push?"

"Alrighty. Belle, straddle your legs, like that… good," said the nurse positioning herself at the end of their bed.

"Rumple," said Belle reaching for Rumple's hand. He held on to her hand as he looked on at the nurse from Belle's perspective on the bed. Perspiration began to moisten Belle's hair. Rumplestiltskin periodically wiped it away with a damp cloth, pulling her hair back and away from her face as she breathed and pushed.

Thirty minutes or so went by of repeating the same process; breathing, breaking, sweating, crying, damping, counting and encouraging.

"You're doing well, sweetheart," Rumple would comment. Even Nurse Bouquet would add on and commend, "That was a good one."

Lights in the bedroom began to flicker when finally Nurse Bouquet said, "Alright folks… Mr. Gold, I think we should switch positions."

"Why? What's happening?"

"Your child's head is crowning. I hope you have that name picked out because you're going to deliver your own child."

With the lights still flickering around them, he looked at Belle with a hand clenched in hers. He pulled back her hair some more and kissed her moistened forehead. "I trust you," Belle said with a look of exhausted yet focused determination. She let go of his hand and said as she combed her hand through his hair, "I've always trusted you."

She briefly held her hand against the side of his face. He took Belle's outstretched hand touching his face and kissing it tenderly before switching positions with Nurse Bouquet. Rumple went at the opposite end of Belle, his hands ready to receive their child. "Ok, maybe one or two big pushes should do it, I think," Rumple said.

"You hear that?" said Bouquet holding on to Belle's hand. "Two big pushes and you're going to see your child. Isn't that exciting? You've got this."

Belle's eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she nodded. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes burying her chin in her chest as she pushed. For the most part of the labor Belle had simply moaned, but with this push it was more vocalized. "Aaaaaahhh!"

"Almost!" claimed Rumple.

Lights flashed and flickered more frequently and with a loud exhaustive exhale she finished the push and said, "I can't!" and fell backwards onto the supporting pillows behind her.

"We're almost there Belle. One more. Just one more push, darling!" said Rumple.

"I'm tired!" whimpered Belle. She sobbed, "I don't think I can do this!"

"Belle, you are doing this, you've been doing this! And you're doing great! You're so close to the finish line. One more deep breath and your child is here!" pointed out Bouquet. "Come on, don't give up on me! You ready?"

Belle panted and nodded once more. She took in a deep inhale and sat up in bed again. She buried her chin to her chest and pushed. At the end of her push she cried out in pain and then suddenly, the lights in their house as well as the entire neighborhood went out. Belle fell backwards onto makeshift backrest, panting as she cried out into the silence, "Rumple… Rumple, what's happening? Why don't I hear anything? Why isn't she crying?"

Rumple waved his hand and the lights instantly turned back on. He stared down at the silent babe cradled in his arms, tears flowing out of the corners of his eyes. His mouth hung open in awe. The silence was nerve-racking as he scanned the baby. After a few anxious seconds, the baby cried out of chilled discomfort. The joyous sound caused Rumplestiltskin and Belle to sob exuberantly in relief. Rumple chuckled softly and smiled as he continued staring at the newborn.

He looked up with tear-soaked eyes to see his wife's face soaked in both sweat and tears. She extended her arms gesturing to hold her child and Rumple immediately walked over to her side. Bouquet quickly grabbed a blanket from within the depths of her bag and laid it on the bed. Rumple gently laid their crying child onto the clean blanket who was quickly being swaddled by the nurse. "Huh, you were right. It's a girl," Bouquet remarked with surprise as she allowed Rumple to hand off their swaddled daughter to Belle.

Belle's mouth hung open as she stared at the child she had carried in her womb for months. "Hello, my love," sobbed Belle. Suddenly, she realized, pressing a hand against her chest, "I'm… I'm still alive!"

Rumple asked relieved, "How do you feel?"

"I'm…" Belle looked down at her daughter again. She felt speechless. Despite her state of phantasmagoria and surreal disbelief, there were no words in the world to compare to this euphoric moment. She replied simply, "I'm… in love."

He smiled at her response.

"Well, Mom and Dad, we're all dying to know. What's the name? What have you decided to call your daughter?"

Rumple looked at the nurse and then at the vase of lilies Belle's father gave to them. He thought of the dream he had long ago and immediately knew of the perfect name, "Lily. Her name… is Lily."

~Fin~