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Chapter 26
Belle's stomach had just begun to curve slightly with maternity when they decided on a name.
And his visions had become centered on their daughter more and more.
"I hope she will be like you." Belle whispered sleepily in his ear as she lay in his arms amidst a sea of tangled bedclothes.
He glanced down at her sadly, "Whatever did I do to deserve this?"
He trailed one finger down her face and tilted her chin up to him.
"What did I do to deserve you?" she smiled.
Rumplestiltskin cradled her to his chest and placed a lingering kiss between her eyes.
He could not express the love he felt in that moment.
Not since Baelfire had he felt so complete.
Soon he would be called Papa again….
"Belle?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you."
Belle looked up at him with wide cerulean eyes lined with thick lashes, "For what?"
Rumplestiltskin smiled, "Everything."
Belle glowed, she actually glowed.
She beamed like brightest star in the heavens.
He hated to leave her, but business was calling from Regina's direction and Rumplestiltskin had invested too much time and effort in her to turn back now.
All for the boy…..and Belle.
He watched her as she flipped thick, yellowed pages scrawled with graceful gothic lettering.
She smiled as she read and Rumplestiltskin wondered what amused her so.
"Reading a farce, dearie?" he cackled.
Slowly her blue eyes rose from the page to meet his and she grinned, "Yes it is, it's quite humorous."
Remember her like this….always…
Her ruby lips stretched across her straight white teeth and the apples of her cheeks had begun to bloom as she held up the page and waved him over.
He obeyed.
He was domesticated.
He brushed her curls aside and leaned over her shoulder, resting his chin beside of her ear.
"Read this." She giggled and pointed to several lines.
He had already read this novel hundreds of times, but Belle's enthusiasm made him see the lines afresh and he laughed along with her whole-heartedly.
Tell her.
"Belle." He said, his voice taking a lower volume than normal, "I have to go away for a few days to deal."
"Oh?" she said.
"Yes it's very serious and imperative that I answer, yet I do not want to leave you."
"Then take me with you."
She turned her head and faced him, "I shall be fine."
"Belle dearest, I don't think that would be a good idea."
He placed his gnarled hands on her milky shoulders in a comforting gesture.
"Why ever not? There is nothing you cannot tell me or show me, I am as good as your wife now Rumplestiltskin."
She gripped his hand and smiled reassuringly, "Keep nothing from me, no matter how dark or dangerous."
He sighed and closed his eyes.
"My dealings are not safe for you, especially now that you're-"
"Pregnant?"
"Exactly, I would never forgive myself if harm befell you or our child."
"But I cannot bear to be away from you."
She looked heartbroken.
"Darling it won't be for long, a few days at the least a few weeks at the most and I shall cast the protection spell."
"What about the mirror?"
Her eyes took on a mischievous gleam.
"We can see one another through the mirror, can't we?"
The Magic Mirror….
"Yes communication is what that mirror was intended for."
"Well take it with you and we can see one another every day since you insist on not taking me."
It had been so many centuries since he had used the magic mirror, he wondered idly if it still worked.
It would be safe from Regina's prying eyes if he called on Belle, she could never call upon him.
That would be too risky.
"Would that satisfy you then?"
Belle dipped her head and smiled, "Yes it would."
"Very well," he waved his hand and the mirror appeared, "as you wish."
It was beautiful and small, a hand mirror actually, and it was pure silver with vines of blooming roses etched into the back and handle.
"It shall never leave me."
He tucked it securely into the inside of his doublet and rose from Belle's side.
"Do not look into the mirror in the grand hall until you hear me call you, understand? It can be very dangerous for you, do not under any circumstances pull the tapestry from the mirror unless you hear me say your name."
She placed her hand in his and stood from her chair, "Yes my dark lord."
She giggled and rolled her bright eyes.
"Fine dearie, now before I go," he rumbled as he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms protectively around her waist, "I would love to ravish you on this table."
Belle carded her hands lovingly through his wild hair, "That makes two of us."
"Hello Rumple."
Regina practically purred from the little divine in front of the roaring fire.
He clapped his hands together gleefully and bared his rotten teeth, "Ahh Regina! How sweet you look today!"
He eyed her figure clothed totally in black leather.
Her skin tight breeches, her tightly cinched waist with the whorishly low neckline, and the eight feet of ebony hair piled atop her head with the streak of blood red running through it.
Of course the pounds and pounds of cosmetics caked on her face to give the natural beauty and hard coldness.
Where did the long midnight braid go and the bright shining eyes?
The shy manners and soft voice?
"Like a virginal bride! So demure and pure!"
Regina scoffed and patted her hair, "You're always so full of compliments aren't you?"
"Well you know me!"
He danced across the room, "I use flattery as my main tool."
"Hmph." She grunted, "Your flattery is as stale as your humor."
The smiled dropped from his face and he folded his arms behind his back confidently.
"Your mother liked it."
Her eyes shot to him and they were filled with pure hate.
Even that vein between her eyes had started to throb angrily.
"Don't you dare you little-"
"Uh-uh!" he reprimanded, wagging a finger disapprovingly.
"Do you need my help or not dearie?"
Her fiery eyes dropped to his feet.
"That's what I thought."
He grinned smugly and sat down on the end of her sofa.
"Well!" he sighed, "What's the problem today my little evil one? Still trying to kill that beautiful Snow White?"
"She's not beautiful!" Regina snapped, "And yes I am still trying to kill her, in case you've forgotten."
"Oh how could I dearie? She is solely responsible for the death of your beloved stable boy."
Sticking pins was always his favorite trick.
"He had name." she gritted.
"Did he? Refresh my memory dearie; I seem to have forgotten it."
Regina looked away into the fire and fought the urge to weep.
Especially in front of him.
She was silent, hatefully silent for what seemed like days.
"I'm waiting dearie." He squealed.
"Daniel," she whispered, "His name was Daniel."
"Right." He said flatly, as if totally uninterested.
"Soooo," he sang, "What do you want dearie? My time is very precious and I cannot waste it all on you going down memory lane digging up dead lovers and nonsense."
"How can I kill Snow White?" she hissed as she whipped her head around and locked eyes with the imp.
Stupid girl.
"Well dearie," he cackled as he dove underneath his dealmaker mask, "There is one way-"
"Tell me." She demanded, her pointed blood red nails dug into the fabric of the couch.
"Do you recall the dark curse I gave unto you?"
The dark curse she traded to Maleficent.
The dark curse she traded for the potion for him…
Abortive properties…
"Yes?" she lied.
"That curse will solve all your woes my dear, dear heartless one."
He winked at her and smiled coldly.
"How will that help me? You never explained it to me."
"You're a clever girl, figure it out yourself."
He stood up and walked to her floor length mirror, "It will allow you to finally win my love, no more happy ending for our lovely little snow-drop and her charming prince."
"Her soon to be husband you mean?" she called from the lounge, "The wedding is tomorrow."
"And you didn't get an announcement!?"
He turned on his heels and wagged his finger, "Tsk tsk! I've never heard of such bad taste! Our white-as-snow did not even invite the woman who raised her!"
"How I would love to be there," Regina seethed, "How I would love to rip her heart from her body and show it to her before I crush it."
"Oh dearie how boring! I thought I taught you better than that!"
"You taught me revenge and her death is my revenge."
"But what if you have a longer, more painful revenge?"
His hands danced wildly as he spoke, "What if Snow White's suffering could be….eternal?"
"I already tried that and failed."
Rumplestiltskin giggled, "You tried a faulty sleeping curse created by a woman who periodically turns into a dragon, undone with a simple kiss!"
Regina rose from her seat and adjusted the long leather train of her jacket.
"But myyy dark curse cannot be undone so easily!"
"Ha!" Regina laughed, "Every curse has a counter and every curse can be broken."
He dropped his hands and his voice, "Not this one dearie."
She could tell by his expression he spoke true.
He never lied.
He just used tricky English.
This curse will not be broken easily….it will take 28 years to break…
"You intrigue me."
Regina stalked towards him with her hands firmly on her hips, "Eternal suffering?"
She cocked her head and smirked at him.
"Eternal suffering," He growled, "For the soon to be Queen and her handsome King."
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
He held open his arms welcomingly, "When have you known me to lie to you? From the beginning, my pet, I have always been on your side."
Regina smiled warmly, "Tell me more about this "dark curse," tell me of my revenge."
"Story time?" he giggled.
"Yes," she purred, "Story time."