Belle awoke the next morning to streams of golden sunlight marching past the thick curtains like little soldiers and found that Cam was not looking back at her, for a moment she was worried and but then Belle looked down. There with the covers surrounding him was Cameron, his head rested on her thigh and his hand on her stomach talking to the baby. He hadn't noticed Belle was awake and so she couldn't help but listen to what he was telling their baby.

"...So fragments come loose and go everywhere, sending Luke to the floor. When he sits up there is this little, barely bigger than you are now, blue hologram of Leia Organa being projected from R2D2'S face. She says in her message 'help me Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope' and then it ends. Luke looks in awe and says 'what's this' and R2D2 beeps an answer that C3PO has to translate. 'What is what?! He asked you a question' the gold droid responds while pointing at the hologram, Leia just repeats her message over and over again. C3PO tries to play the message down 'he says it's nothing, sir. Just a malfunction, old data, pay it no mind'..."

By this point Belle was grinning from ear to ear but it was far too cute for her to put an end to, and so she let him continue as he rubbed her belly softly.

"...'who is she? She's beautiful' asks Luke. 'I think she was a passenger on our last voyage. A person of some importance, sir.' Then Luke cut C3PO off asking if there was more recording, he reaches for R2 but the little droid lets out a sequel and backs away. C3PO explains that they belong to Luke now but R2 refuses and says he belongs to Obi-Wan Kenobi. Luke stands up and says..."

Cam trailed off realizing that Belle was watching him and he couldn't hold back a smile that matched her own.

"Are you telling out baby Star Wars?" She asked in mock displeasure.

"Yes, but don't worry I won't give away the ending." He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her still flat stomach, then sliding back up the bed to lock his lips with Belle. "Everyone should know Star Wars."

"I agree, but what surprises me is that you can recite it. Bit of a fan are we?" She asked teasingly.

"A little. I hadn't gotten to Han Solo yet though, I do that bit rather well."

"Does that mean you're my scoundrel?"

"Very nice, Sweetheart. Star Wars fan yourself?" Cam pulled her close and kissed her neck softly.

"Yes. And no, I won't wear the gold bikini for you." With that Cam burst out laughing.

"No even for my birthday?"

"If you're a good boy." She joked.

Her hands found their way into his thick and lustrous hair, it was her favourite part of him. The way it covered his ears and matched his eyes with a gentle dusting of grey. He was definitely her scoundrel. His face was strong and well defined like it had been carved from the strongest granite by angels, or more likely in his case demons, just for her. His golden chocolate eyes sparkled in the early morning sun as he gazed at her with love, the same eyes that terrified all her fellow students when he looked at them but when he looked at her there was only ever love. Cameron's lips where soft and perfectly kissable like they always where and Belle couldn't help but close the gap and devour them. Cameron Gold was not a large muscular man like was normally deemed handsome, instead he was slender and lean, but let no one be fooled, he was strong, powerful and Belle found it just a little bit...completely sexy.

Eventually the kissing came to an end and they pulled back for some much needed air. Belle wanted nothing more than to stay there forever in his arms but then she remember.

"I need to tell my Papa that I'm pregnant. Do it today and let him get used to it."

"Well, way to kill the mood, dearie. Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I should do this on my own. And besides, this is Sunday, your day with Bae."

"What will you tell him?"

It was a good question, what would she tell him? Belle had no idea. She was going to have to do some thinking about that, she knew one thing for sure though.

"Not about you being my Professor?"

"Wise." He teased.

"Or Bae. Not until I know how he'll react to one child."

"Sure you want to do this on your own? Since you can't take me, Ruby, Victor or Jefferson perhaps."

"Ruby and Jefferson have gone back to Storybrooke for the weekend. Ruby is going to see her Granny and Jefferson is looking at houses for him and Victor now that he's been accepted as an intern at the hospital."

"And good old Doctor Whale?"

Belle knew that Cam and Victor could get on really well if they just sat down and talked. They had the same dry humour.

"He's at the hospital." 'Like always' she added in her mind. "I'll be okay on my own Cam. I have to do this, can't just hide."

XXXX

It was about noon when she made it to her father's apartment and her stomach felt queasy, more so than normal. Knowing that she and Cam where prepared to raise their baby together and with love made her feel so much better about telling her Papa. If she had been alone with the baby she probably would've had a heart attack before she could tell him.

His apartment was 456 on the top floor or as her Papa had told her when she was little 'the penthouse', Belle smiled at the memory and knocked on the door softly. She could hear movement coming from the other side as her Papa made his way through the apartment to the door. It opened with a creek, always had and probably always would.

"Izzy!" Her father exclaimed. He was the only one that called her Izzy, it was something special for just him and her, even her Mother had called her Belle.

"Hello Papa." She smiled and accepted the bear hug that Moe French pulled her into.

"I haven't seen you in weeks." She didn't realize it had been quite that long and so she offered him an apologetic smile when he released her form the hug, he smelt faintly of Roses and Chrysanthemums.

"Come on in, Izzy. It's cold out here on the door step."

The door opened to face the small kitchen and even tinier dining table, to her left was a living area she knew all too well, thanks to Cam she had once had her face pressed into it while she moaned, but she wasn't about to tell her father that. Instead, she just sat down on it quietly while her father wandered off to make tea. Behind the couch was the bathroom and her room behind that, she knew it would be exactly the way she had left it, despite his plans to turn it into a poker room. The walls would still be that pale yellow, her matching vanity mirror would still be there. Everything, just in case she came back

Finally he came back and handed her a mug of tea, no matter how expensive Cameron's tea was and the hand painted china cups it came in, her Papa's cheep mug tea was still her favourite; it made her feel safe and loved. Before Moe sat down he studied her expression and raised an eyebrow.

"What happened Izzy?" He asked softly before taking a sip of his tea.

"What? How do you know something is wrong?"

"I didn't say 'wrong' and I raised you, I know the face that says 'Papa I need to tell you something'. So, spit it out."

Her father may have been hopeless with money but he was a very good people person, especially when it came to his beloved daughter.

"Well, I have been trying to work out how to tell you in my head but I can't seem to get it right. It always comes out wrong." Belle set her mug down on the basic light wood coffee table. "I think I just have to come out and say it." 'It worked with Cam' she told herself quietly.

"It's alright, Izzy. You just say what you need to say."

"Alright. Papa, I'm pregnant."

Whatever he had been expecting it wasn't that and he almost choked on his tea.

"You're what?" He spoke more out of shock than anger.

"I'm having a baby."

"What!?" He asked again a little louder. "Isabelle Penelope Maria French. What the hell were you thinking?! You're nineteen years old!"

Belle could understand his anger but she was going to be strong. "Papa, no one decides my fate but me. There is nothing you can do about this, its decided. I am having this baby."

Belle knew her father would understand that, he had always trusted her to think things through. She was well aware the only reason he had shouted was shock, if he had really been angry he would have had her half way to an abortion clinic by now.

"I didn't even know you were dating." Moe calmed down and took a breath, Belle was thankful for that. "Is it Gaston's?"

"No, Papa. We broke up ages ago and I never intend to get back together with him."

Belle now hated Gaston Rose, he had been nice and sweet at first but soon when they had finally had sex it hurt and he didn't seem to care, it wasn't rape nothing like that, Gaston wasn't cruel he just wasn't very good and didn't seem to care. He thought women only existed to make babies and dinner. Hence her hatred for the man, that and she knew Cam would never let her go.

"Well who's is it?"

Belle's thoughts changed from Gaston to Cameron and she couldn't help but smile.

"His name is Cameron, and he is very kind, loving and sweet."

"Does he know? What did he say?"

"Yes, he knows." She placed a hand on her still flat stomach. "When I told him, he sat me down and asked me what I wanted to do, said it was my body so my choice. Said he would be there no matter what."

"And when you said you wanted to keep it?"

"He grabbed hold of me and said 'Oh thank God', he was happy I wanted to keep the baby because its what he wanted too." She could sense her Papa's next question. "He has a good job and is actually rather wealthy. He's a good man and he loves me Papa."

"And I haven't met him because?" Belle couldn't explain that but she was happy he had calmed down, he trusted his daughter to do the right thing.

"We em..." She hadn't thought about that. "...he's been busy and he...he had to go to Chicago for a while." She wasn't completely lying.

"Alright, but when he comes back I can meet him?"

"Promise. And you're not upset with the whole teen pregnancy thing? Why did you calm down so quickly?"

"I don't like it and I was angry at first, but you seem happy. You have always been mature beyond your years, yes I would have liked you to have been older and married but we all have to work with the cards we have. That and I've always wanted to be a Grandpa, I thought it would take longer but still. I lost your Mother, I won't start some huge fight and loose you too. This has happened and now we have to deal with the fallout. If you and this 'Cameron' think you can do it and he has a good job like you say then I trust you to do the right thing, you're a grown woman."

Belle practically flung herself at her Papa and hugged him frantically, his words where beyond everything she had hoped for. He was accepting all that had happened, he wasn't happy about it but he trusted her to make he own decisions. Belle knew her father had always trusted her but this was a baby not some last minuet spring break, the baby would change her life forever. He would support his darling daughter through anything.

"You'll never loose me Papa. I love you. And thank you for this, from the bottom of my heart thank you Papa. I know this isn't what you wanted for me but I and Cam are going to take care of this baby."

"I love you too, Izzy. And I will meet this Cameron of yours." His voice turned stern.

"Yes, you will." When she had no idea, but he would.

XXXX

Telling Victor and Jefferson was far easier. Ruby had screamed and almost squeezed the life out of her when Belle was pulled into the biggest hug she had ever had. Jefferson said he was going to design a whole wardrobe for the baby but she didn't think that would never come to fruition, not with how busy he was. Victor had printed off almost a novel's worth of information on babies and pregnancy vitamins for her, it was sweet and it was only then that she realized they were not her best friends, they were her family.

As a few days past the realization that they where having a baby sunk in and Belle developed a glow about her. Her belly swelled a little giving way to the first real evidence that she was pregnant. She didn't worry though, a baggy t-shirt covered it easily. Belle was happy, happier than she had been in a very long time. Belle felt like she was in a novel. Everything was coming up Belle, she just hoped that everything could stay that way, even with that Belle couldn't help but feel like a storm was coming. Maybe not that day or the next, maybe not for months...but it was coming.