"Rumpel?" Belle asks one day, looking up from their entwined hands to stare into his eyes, right down to his soul.
"Yes?" Rumpelstiltskin answers with a smile, kissing her on the corner of her mouth gently.
"Do you ever…. Gods, I shouldn't even ask, I'm sorry…." Belle starts to say, but loses her nerve.
Rumpelstiltskin doesn't let that happen though, as he swoops her into his arms, laughing as she giggles in exasperation. "Tell me." he insists.
"Do you ever think about children? With me?" Belle asks, instantly clarifying. She knows Baelfire is out there, somewhere, and she'd never ask him to replace his lost son.
Rumpelstiltskin freezes, and looks at her for a long moment. "Yes." he says at last. "I think about you having my baby all the time, Belle." he admits.
Belle blushes, and kisses the patch of skin just above his ear before whispering, "That's a good thing…. I'm pregnant, Rumpel."
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