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All that lovin had to start something to growing….

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Chapter 18

Belle.

With child.

His child.

The impact of her words hit him harder than any magic of Regina's could ever come close to.

Belle pregnant with his child….

How did this happen?

How could he let this happen?

His confused eyes shot to her but she was in another world with her small hands pressed protectively against her stomach and her eyes shut tight.

A baby.

He couldn't pull his eyes away from her hands as they rubbed her flat stomach soothingly.

She had never touched him with such care.

Because he always pulled away…..

His arms dropped limply to his sides and he mumbled an incoherent, "How could this happen?"

Belle's eyes opened and she shook her head, "Do not!" she began, but her words were cut short by her tears and she turned her back to him, pressing herself against the door.

He stood utterly still, not daring to move an inch, just watching Belle weep helplessly into her palms as she slumped to the floor.

What could he do?

What had always come naturally to him?

"Run away Rumple, it's what you're good at."

Those words echoed in his mind as he crossed to the door.

He did not recognize her in the slightest when he passed.

Belle was not an ignorant by any means; she knew what happened when a man and a woman lie together.

Heirs were produced.

Children.

Offspring.

She knew very well from her beloved Nanny that missing a monthly bleeding after lying with a man heralded pregnancy.

Her Nanny had been a prudent woman who did not shy away from explaining to Belle exactly what would be expected of her when she married.

"Do not be afraid!" her Nanny chided when Belle made a shocked face upon the realization that Gaston, her former betrothed, would be puncturing her in her private areas with his private areas.

And also learning from Nanny that, "You will bleed out when he first breaks you, just like a monthly." made all of her romantic thoughts of white doves and roses and lace bridal gowns dissolve into a horrifying bloody mess.

But now Belle was grateful for this lesson and knew surely as soon as she missed her bleeding that Rumplestiltskin had done as Gaston would have done.

The vomiting only served as affirmation to what she already knew.

"A baby…" she whispered as she hugged herself after Rumplestiltskin had left.

"Baby…"

Motherhood was a practical fact for Belle and it had been drilled in her mind as a "wifely" duty along with managing a household, keeping charming company, and serving her husband as a devoted wife.

She had never given it much thought to be perfectly honest.

It always seemed so far away, like she had a lifetime to prepare for a baby.

No matter who the father maybe.

And after learning all the in's and out's from her Nanny Belle had been in no hurry to shorten her already lengthy engagement to Sir Gaston.

Now she was in the family way and it made her feel queer.

It was obvious Rumplestiltskin did not want the child, most of the time he couldn't abide to be around her, but the knowledge that another life was growing inside her made Belle feel less than calm.

There were certain things to do when pregnant.

Doctors and midwives were a very important necessity as women were prone to death during childbirth.

Many a young bride had been lost during her delivery in Belle's village and she knew that miscarriages played a factor in some deaths as well.

"A lady has got be overly careful when in the family way." her Nanny stressed.

"Anything from bending over too deeply or lacing your corset too tightly could cause miscarriage and that's quite a painful thing."

Belle shuddered at the memory as she carefully rose and closed the door.

"Temper fits should be avoided also along with angering your husband, an unhappy father makes an unhappy child…"

Another pearl of womanly wisdom Belle remembered from her dear Nanny as she picked up her candle and made her way through the salon into her bedchamber.

"Temper fits are as common as breathing in this castle." Belle mused to herself.

She forced her mind not to wander to Rumplestiltskin.

She tried not to upset herself any more than she had already.

The dried residue of her tears served as reminder along with her Nanny's warnings.

He was not worth it.

"I should be immune to that living breathing disappointment." She thought to herself as she pulled off her silk stockings and plucked the ties of her corset so she could finally pry it off.

"But he still cuts me deeper and deeper each time."

She threw her steel-boned corset across her vanity bench and made her way into her dressing room.

She pulled her light chemise over her head and pulled off her pantalets; she didn't bother with folding them away neatly but instead grabbed a plain yellow nightdress and left her underwear lying lifeless on the floor.

Tonight she left the bedroom candles lit.

It was comforting to her and assuring when she crawled under the covers to know that she wouldn't be lying in total darkness.

Belle had her fill of darkness.

Her fingers fluttered over her lower abdomen in a comforting gesture, "I do not yet know you little one," she whispered, "but already I pity you."

In the West Wing, amidst his now destroyed bedchamber, Rumplestiltskin sat on the floor and leaned back against the cold stone wall.

His leather covered legs were stretched out in front of him and his hands hung flatly between his thighs as he stared stupidly into oblivion.

Nothing.

The debris of what had once upon a time been furniture now littered the entire room.

Wall tapestries hung in mutilated shreds and all four thick posts had been ripped from his bed and thrown through the floor length windows only to crash to the lawn below.

Several large holes gaped back at him where he had punched straight through the stone walls and his broken canopy laid in pieces across the floor where it mingled with broken glass and crumbled rock.

His shattered hands bled out and filled the cracks in the stone like mortar.

But he did not feel it; nor did he bother to magically heal them.

He just sat there in mesmerized and horrified that Belle was now carrying his child.

His bastard child.

A little demon with scaly skin and golden eyes infected with his curse.

"How could I have been so careless!?" his mind screamed at him through shock induced haze.

His mind moaned with hateful things pulled from the darkest depths.

"Why did you bring her back?!"

"Didn't you know that by bedding her she would become pregnant?"

"This is all she's ever wanted! She will defeat you!"

"She knows her tricks well enough to get with your child!"

"You know how to get rid of it, you have the potion!"

"Just let her fall…."

"A simple trip over your boot will do away with it if you're too cowardly to confront her..."

Over and over he tried to blame Belle.

He came up with reasons upon reasons to justify that this had to be some sort of revenge she plotted to undo him.

He couldn't fathom Belle pregnant with his child; it just didn't make sense to him.

She was like a goddess to him, an unattainable deity that only let him ravage her out of pity and not love.

She was consummate and virginal, even when he rutted inside of her like a wild animal.

He was constantly struck by the reality that she was not for him when he looked down on her with either of her lovely legs slung over his shoulders and her face a map of pure pleasure.

She was everything and nothing at the same time.

Every time he sullied her she stood it, more than stood it, she tried to love him despite himself and he didn't know if he could stand the living proof of their love.

She couldn't want a child of his; no woman would.

Not even when he was an ordinary man.

There were so many times that Milah had turned her back to him in disappointment after he had made pitiful love to her.

He always came too quickly and never quite knew how to pleasure her to complete satisfaction.

He was too shy to try anything with her and even when she did ask him to touch her "there" or attempt to make love during the day he always refused.

He didn't know what he was doing back then.

To be perfectly honest, he couldn't even tell that Milah wasn't a virgin on their wedding night.

And when she became pregnant he was actually glad that he didn't have to climb on top of her and humiliate himself anymore.

But with the dark curse his innocence shattered.

He took many lovers, always maids, and sated his newfound lust.

"But you had the good sense not to get them into trouble…" his conscience admonished.

Damn her.

For the first time in decades Rumplestiltskin felt unsure of himself.

He felt idiotic and sloppy.

He was always in control no matter what and now with this undesired thing breaking into his life he was totally mind blown.

A child conceived of him and Belle.

A lamentable tragedy indeed.

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