Hooked (Hook's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter Four

"There you go, Bae," Milah said, tucking her son into his cot after taking over from the healers. "Won't be long until your papa comes back with the antidote." She squeezed his hand comfortingly and as if on cue, her husband burst through the door.

"Milah!" he cried. "I got it!" He held out the potion and she took it quickly.

"You got it?!" she repeated in a mixture of disbelief and happiness as she unscrewed the lid and put it to her son's lips. "Bae, drink it up." They laugh as they watch him drink; already she could see the colour returing to his face. Milah turned to Rumple, grinning. He'd finally proven himself - maybe even allowed her to forgive him for leaving the war. "You did it."

"I just thought about what mattered," he told her.

"Well, the healer..." she paused and thought for a moment. "Do we have to go back and hide his body? How did you leave him?"

"No, alive and well." Milah frowned but let him explain. "Milah, this worked out better than we thought. I didn't even have to steal it."

"Tell me more."

"Well, I had him. He was half asleep, I had the knife at his throat, a-and then it came to me in a flash. I thought, i-if I kill to save my son, then my son grows up with a murderer, a monster as a father. Well, I-I couldn't do that."

"What are you talking about, Rumple?" Her smile was beginning to fade.

"He gave me the cure because we made a deal," he told her, still smiling. "He wanted something else instead of gold." Milah's smile, however, had now dropped completely.

"What did you give him?"

"I signed a paper promising him my second-born child."

"You... you sold our child?" Milah asked in horror, putting a hand to the bump which hadn't quite formed yet. She hadn't told him she was with child: she'd only recently found out herself. But now she was going to be forced to give them up.

"No. No, no, no. Th-That's it," he stuttered, finally noticing her displeasure and she quickly withdrew her hand from her stomach before he could see. "I mean, I didn't. W-We don't have a second-born child. We just have to make sure we never do."

"Because you sold them!" Milah said, exasperated. "You sold our future."

"No," Rumplestiltskin protested but Milah was heartbroken.

"Our family," Milah cried, "Rumple..."

"Papa?" Bae interrupted and his parents made their way over to him.

"Oh, Bae!" Rumple exclaimed.

"Bae," Milah repeated, her anger faded as she looked onto her recovering son. "Oh! Bae, you're all right." She started to laugh, slightly hysterical as she began to repeay herself. "You're all right. You're all right."

"You go back to sleep," Rumple said softly, stroking the boy's hair. "Everything's gonna be fine. Oh, Milah. Bae can be all the future we need." In a second, Milah's anger had returned.

"Well..." she retorted, "thank you very much... for deciding the rest of my narrow, little life for me." She stood up and cast her husband one last look. "I'm going to the tavern, Rumple." And with that, she left.