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Chapter 3: What it's like to have a mom…
It wasn't that Annabeth didn't want to see a woman that could be her mother. It was just that she didn't know about this town. Her name was Belle, something that made her think about the old story she read when she was young. A story about a young woman who liked to read stories. Did she really believe Ruby about the fairytale thing? I mean she did meet a man with a hook as a hand, and she met someone that was possible evil.
"So explain this to me…" Ian stepped next to her. "Where's sleeping beauty? No town of fairy tales without sleeping beauty. Plus, how did they end up here?"
"I don't know okay." Annabeth turned to him. "But we've seen weirder things, right?"
"Weirder things than fairy tale characters living in a town in the middle of Maine." Ian turned to her. "And your mom might be Belle from Beauty and the beast. Your father is most definitely the beast."
"Beautiful isn't it?" Annabeth smiled "I mean seeing the beauty beneath the darkness. Sounds like a mother right? I love this town, but I don't trust that Regina. Not as far as I can throw her. She seemed like she knew me or at least like she saw me as a threat."
"A threat?" Ian turned to her. "You're not much of a treat sweetie?"
"Hey, I know how to fight. I might even be better than you." Annabeth smiled. "I have no idea why I have this memory of a woman calling out not to take me. I'm sure that I'm the baby. If this is true, my mom truly loves me. I don't know about my father,…"
"So…" Ian stood up. "Let's make a woman really happy."
"What if she doesn't remember me?" Annabeth straightened her hair next to her head. She moved it so it looked better. Annabeth stared in the mirror. "The last time she saw me, I was a baby. She's not going to notice it's me. I mean how would she?"
"Annabeth." Belle stared at the small child lying down beside her. She slowly moved her fingers over her cheek. She smiled as the child opened her mouth in a wide smile. Belle slowly reached for the small child's hand. "You're a beauty, aren't you?"
Annabeth smiled. Belle slowly moved the child in her arms. Hugging her lightly. Annabeth was the only one she had left of Rumpelstiltskin. Annabeth was a surprise to her, it was a dream. A dream about Rumpelstiltskin A dream about meeting him once more again. About their love being real. That dream was really important to Belle, yet it was just that a dream. It was only a few months later that she noticed she was pregnant with Annabeth.
Belle thought about what Regina would do to the poor child, so she decided to hide the pregnancy from Regina. Giving birth by herself and in the end having the child with her. She had her there 5 months before the curse hit. When she woke up in that room, she noticed that the smile on Annabeth kept Belle close and made the cursed personality away.
So here she was, with a child all alone in a room. She hoped that Rumpelstiltskin would come for her, yet in her mind she thought that would never happen. He didn't know where she was and she didn't know what was really going on outside these walls.
"I'm so sorry I don't have toys for you." Belle smiled "But when we get out here, I promise your daddy will buy you a castle full of toys, princess."
"Dadada…" Annabeth reached her hand for Belle. She slowly pulled her hair and put it in her mouth. A soft smile appeared on Belle's face.
"Yeah, you like that don't you. Sweet heart." Belle smiled. "I would know you from a row babies. Not half the babies has this beautiful blue eyes and that cute nose, your father's nose. And you have a beautiful smile."
Annabeth opened her mouth in a wide smile, it melted Belle's face in the same smile. Why did she love Annabeth so much? It was in the early morning, Regina never came this early. Those moments were for her and Annabeth. The only time she had to bond with her child. In the night Annabeth and Belle slept side by side. Belle used her own body protecting Annabeth.
"I love you, Ana. I really love you sweetie. I would recognize you everywhere."
"Hey Lacey." Rumpelstiltskin stepped in the bar. He smiled at the girl walking towards him. He would never see Belle wearing this kind of clothes. Lacey dressed sexier. Yet he felt that it was the sweet clothes of Belle he preferred. Lacey smiled at him and stepped from the bar. "Shall we? "
"Gladly." Lacey smiled "So do you come here often?"
"Hardly ever, actually;" He replied "I actually prefer a good book and good company."
"Well, that's not something I like to do." Lacey laughed "'I used my books to keep my fire going. After all, what are they else made for."
"Belle would be pretty pissed…"
"This Belle again." Lacey said, but ignored the fact that Gold had said that name again. She never really understood why he kept calling her Belle. She was nothing like this Belle he knew, she would also never become like Belle. She was anything but boring. Belle seemed boring and Gold seemed to like her. Lacey had heard about Mister Gold. He was a dark man, he was dangerous and so much people were scared of him. Just like she liked. Dangerous. She would like to know just how dangerous he was. But going to dinner at Granny's didn't exactly sound dangerous.
"Okay, let's go?" Rumpelstiltskin gave his hand. Lacey stepped next to him. The walk to the diner was silent. Somehow the nerves got to him. How did people go on dates like this? He hadn't actually done that in a while, even with Belle he hadn't gone on a real date, only in Storybrooke. Even than he knew Belle, about Lacey he didn't know anything.
"So do you like the ballet?" He stared at her.
"No." Lacey laughed "Do I look like a ballet lover?"
"Not really." He laughed "You would have a trouble if you like ballet. We don't get more than the annual prime school ballet thingy…"
"Wow, I didn't even know that." Lacey replied "I'm more of a rock and roll chick. You know Joan Jett, loud guitars and shattering drum solo's."
"Shattering drum solo's?" He raised an eyebrow. "I could be down for that."
"What do you think about a game of pool?" She spoke "There's nothing that gets me going better."
"Pool, huh?" He opened the door of the diner. "I didn't notice that yet."
"Well, I guess beer, pool and rock is all you need." Lacey explained "I mean why read a book? Eventually everything comes to the telly. Right?"
Annabeth stepped from her room. She smiled at Ian. His hair was messy and he looked like he just got dressed. He stepped towards her and pulled Annabeth in a hug.
"Do it, Beth!" Ian smiled. "You will be happy once you did. I mean she's your mother, she's got every right to know you are here. Especially if you were stolen from her."
"Look…" Annabeth turned around. "What if I just walk up to her and tell her I think she's my mom. You don't do that. I should just…"
"Here, miss I want to find my mom." Ian turned to her. "And now doesn't dare to step towards the woman that could be her mother."
"It's not easy." Annabeth smiled "What if she has forgotten about me? Forgotten…"
"She won't…" Ian pulled her arm. "She will recognize you. You should go."
"Maybe I could say…" She turned to him. "Hey, my name is Annabeth. And I'll see what happens."
"You're scared."
Annabeth moved of the stairs. She didn't look to Ian, she just tried to get away from him. Part of her didn't want to talk to Belle, what if she wasn't her mother? What if she was her mother and she didn't remember her? What if she just didn't want to know him? Tears appeared from her eyes, she couldn't get hurt. She did think about her mom in all of these years. She didn't believe in love, but some small part of her mind kept thinking about the memory of a baby being pulled away from its mother. She was that baby, at least she was sure of it. As she started to push herself to the doors, she bumped up to a figure.
"Watch out!" A voice said. "Can't you look."
"I'm so sorry." She stared at an image of herself. A little older, her eyes were eyes she seemed to remember and the voice was something she remembered.
"Belle?" She said turning to her. "Mom?"
"Excuse me?" Annabeth stepped back as the woman got mad. "Do I look the age to have a teenage daughter that would look like you? And my name is not Belle, it's Lacey. So I just say you stay away from me. Can you do that?"
"I'm so sorry." Annabeth's tears got worst. "I'm Annabeth and you look like someone I thought I knew. I thought I…"
"Well, Annabeth." Lacey smiled "I subject you find your mommy in a different place, cause it ain't me."
Annabeth moved to the door, her tears were pushing itself out. She started to hyperventilate. She started to run faster and faster, until she reached the docks. She picked a rock and drew it in the water, but it didn't remove any of the pain. She kicked another rock in the water. Her fears gotten true, why had she said that? It was because she bumped in to her. She looked so much like her. Yet this woman was not her mother.
"What's wrong kiddo?" A voice came from behind her. Annabeth turned her eyes to Hook.
"I just asked a 27 year old someone if she was mother." Annabeth cried harder. "I guess I was just not thinking. I just thought that my mother was from this town and someone took me from my mother. Maybe my mother did leave me on the side of the road."
"It doesn't sound that weird." Hook spoke "Yet, I'm a pirate who went to Neverland."
"Peter Pan, neverland?" Annabeth smiled "How nice is Peter Pan and are you two really enemies?"
"That one yes." Hook smiled "But he is a piece of shit."
"Wow." Annabeth laughed. "In what mind did I think that a 27 year old could be my mom?"
"Well, I can understand." He replied. "Emma says that time has stood still in Storybrooke for 28 eight years. Regina cursed the town, they didn't know who they were. "
"I guess Lacey now knows…" Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I don't get it…"
"Lacey is actually Belle." Hook explained. "She crossed the town line and she was just not herself anymore. Than all of the sudden she showed up as Lacey."
"How did she end up crossing the town line?" Annabeth pushed the tears from her eyes.
Lacey smiled as she returned to the table. Rumpelstiltskin returned her smile, Lacey's laugh became worst until she was unable to control herself.
"What's so funny?"
"This girl about 17 maybe 18 years old, calls me Belle." Lacey smiles "And then she calls me mom."
"Mom?" Rumpelstiltskin laughed. He reached for Belle's hand. "How did that happen?"
"Well, she bumped up to me." Lacey laughed. "She looked exactly like me, those eyes, she said her name was Annabeth."
"Annabeth?"
Lacey sat down as she saw images passing in front of her eyes. A baby, a baby with the exact same eyes in front of her. Pulled of her arms. 'Belle, Belle' in her head all over again. She saw Mr. Gold in her memories. Lacey turned her head away from Rumpelstiltskin. A scene came in front of her, so clear that anything in the diner became different.
Belle stared as the child rolled from her back to her stomach. The eyes of the child were crystal blue.
"Annabeth." Belle pulled Annabeth in her arms. "My sweet angel of mine."
"Annabeth." Belle repeated as she turned to Rumpelstiltskin. "Rumple?"
"Belle?" He reached for her cheek. "Belle?"
"Rumple?" Belle stood up. "What's going on with me, Rumple? What's going on? Why am I wearing this?"
"It's the shock, Belle." Rumpelstiltskin moved closer. "You came to say goodbye at the town line. Hook followed us and he shot you. You fell over the town line and then Regina turned you in to Lacey. I was going on a date with you, so you would come back. I wanted true love to bring you back and it did."
"So you brought me back." Belle paused "There are so much flashes. About before the curse."
"You didn't remember anything of that period." Rumpelstiltskin spoke "I never pushed. You said it hurt too much to remember. I think you just didn't remember."
"Well, things of these days are coming back and they don't make sense." Belle spoke "Even the dark period in the capacity in our land are dark. Something has to be there, it's like something is missing. Like Regina stole something from me."
"She did…" Rumpelstiltskin sat down next to her and pulled her in a hug. "She stole you from me and she stole your freedom."
"I'm not talking about my freedom Rumple…" Belle replied "It seemed more important. I…"
"Belle…"
"Don't take her…" Bellle started to cry. "Don't take her."
I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
- How should Belle find out she has a child?
- How would Rumpelstiltskin react to Annabeth being his daughter?
- Should Annabeth have magical powers?