Beautiful Lily

The price

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She had napped for a short while and had come back downstairs to the kitchen to make them something to eat for dinner. She could hear the soft squeaking of his wheel as he spun quietly in the living room. She thought it odd of him to have brought the wheel up from the basement, but figured he probably just wanted to be within earshot of her, concerned for her well-being should she have needed anything.

Rumple purposefully placed his wheel there to keep a careful eye on her. He wanted the opportunity to talk to her about the books he found in her purse. Belle knew that with him being so close to her she wouldn't have the chance to read those books safely there. She would have to go somewhere else. So she pulled out the cookbook that she borrowed from the library instead and began paging through some of the recipes.

Upon hearing the flipping of pages, he promptly left his wheel to check in on her; thinking that she was probably reading one of the books of magic. When he entered the kitchen he was disappointed to see that she was just perusing through the cookbook.

"Hungry?" he asked leaning up against the wall. She jumped at the sudden sight of him.

"You startled me," she claimed, clutching her fast beating heart.

"In your absence, I tried one of the recipes from the book. The leftovers are in the fridge. I can warm them up again and we can have that for dinner, if you like?"

"That sounds wonderful. I'm starving."

... ...

They ate their meal in silence. It was as if they weren't going to acknowledge the white elephant in the room. They both waited on the other to initiate a conversation, but no words came out. So they called it an early night and went straight to bed.

They both didn't sleep well that night. Both were much too concerned about the other. She wanted to read those books. She wanted to read them without him prying.

He wanted to keep a close eye on her and make sure she didn't get too deep in magic. He didn't want her to turn out like Cora. In Rumple's mind, Belle was the last good pure thing in the world to him. And as much as he felt that he needed magic, he needed her more and wasn't going to allow magic to drive them apart.

... ...

Despite it being Sunday, they both got up fairly early the next morning. They both got up together and went downstairs for breakfast. She went to the kitchen and began picking out items to cook: Oranges, oatmeal and sausage. He went ahead and filled the tea kettle with water and placed it on the stove.

Without saying a word to the other, they divided the cooking tasks. She made the oatmeal and cooked the sausages and he cut up and diced the oranges. When Gold was finished with his task he went for the newspaper and sat down with his already brewed cup of tea.

Belle brought over the oatmeal and sausages and they ate their meal in silence once again. Gold knew she never ate when she was under duress, and he felt relieved to see Belle eat something. He wanted desperately to find out what ailed her so. So he waited until she was finished to talk to her.

However, Belle had other plans and ate her meal quickly so she could leave to go read the books.

"Belle we need to...," he began to say, but in mid-sentence saw Belle abruptly get up to leave, "are you going somewhere?"

"I'm heading back to the library," she said placing her emptied dish into the dishwasher and headed upstairs.

"It's Sunday. The library's closed," Gold pointed out, following her up the stairs to their bedroom.