Rumbelle One-shots

"Well, this is new."

It had not been a particularly harsh winter, but nor had it been warm enough to see some of the ice melt. Mr. and Mrs. Gold had finished their dinner date at Granny's and now found themselves strolling around Main Street, arm-in-arm. A gently snow had begun to fall as they window shopped.

"You still haven't told me what you want for Christmas, Rumple!" Belle complained. Rumple let out a laugh.

"I told you, sweetheart, I've got everything I want. Now, I certainly wouldn't complain about unwrapping you Christmas morning," he teased. Belle pretended to be shocked and playfully slapped his arm. "What? It's not like you've been any better!"

"That's because anytime I see something I like, you happen to have it in your shop. You've already given me everything, Rumple."

Rumple was happy knowing he could give his wife anything. There was always another book she wanted to read or a new movie she wanted to watch with him. Still, there had to be something he could get her for Christmas.

As they made their way back to their car, Belle finally got an idea.

"A puppy."

"What?"

"I want a puppy for Christmas!" Belle declared. Rumple smiled. Of course he would get her a puppy, but now he was tasked with choosing one she'd like. Oh, Belle loved all animals, but he had to find one meant for her. He opened the car door to her with a flourish, bowing as he did so. His footing slipped as he bowed, and he found himself pitched forward. He would have certainly face-planted on the icy sidewalk if Belle's waiting arms had not caught him. Rumple gazed up into her blue eyes and felt himself blush.

"Thank you."

"It's no matter," Belle mimicked to him.