At Last (Rumbelle)

Chapter 33

Belles POV
It didn't take me long to find my way out of the now grey, dismal looking forest.
I found the road leading to the centre of town.
How humiliating.
Driving through the Main Street in Storybrooke, back from my honeymoon, alone.
I felt my cheeks reddening with embarrassment, and kept my head low as I crawled through the middle of town.
I drove past Granny's only to see half of Storybrooke sat outside....
Snow spotted me and waved, causing everyone else to turn and look.
Deep breath Belle.
I wanted to keep on driving but Emma came over to the window so I had to slow down.
"Hey," she smiled as I rolled down the window.
"How was you're honeymoon?" Snow poked her head down toward me.
"It was, lovely thank you," I put on a smile.
"That's great, oh I remember mind and Charmings honeymoon, we-"
"Okay mom!" Emma cut her off, trying to get the images of her parents on their honeymoon out of her head.
A small laugh escaped as Snow laughed.
"Well I'm glad you two had a good time - wait, where is Gold?" Emma peered closer into the car.
I looked over at the empty seat be aside me.
"You mean you haven't seen him?" I asked.
Emma looked at Snow,
"I haven't? Have you?"
"Not since you left," Snow shrugged.
"Oh, well, he, uh, he had to go home and - fix another surprise," I covered.
Snow beamed.
"Aw! Aren't you lucky! Well, best not be keeping you then," Snow winked, putting her arm around Emma, who was still look suspicious.
"Yeh, seeya," she smiled.
"Bye," I gave them one last smile, rolling up the window.
I sigh as i drive away.
Lucky?
If only you knew...

Rumples POV
How do I escape?
These knots are tight - and well magic is out of the question.
Mo took great pride in telling me about the cap on my wrist, making me powerless.
I didn't think my hatred for that man could get any worse, but it certainly has.
Mo came in, zipping up his jacket.
"I'm off out, it's my turn to talk to Belle," he said.
"She won't fall for it, she's much smarter than you think she is," I glared at him.
"Of course I know how smart she is, she's my daughter," he replied.
"Not if she'd have anything to do with it," I mocked.
He looked as if he was going to strike me again, but he didn't, just left, grumbling o himself.
I look around me.
Looks like I'm at the back of Mo's flower shop.
Why would he bring me here? This would be one of the first places people would look. Hopefully they are looking.
There's nothing around me that could help undo the rope.
Is there any point yelling?
No.
My only hope is so,some finding me.

Belles POV
The house is empty.
Empty without him...
Straight away I unpacked our stuff up in the bedroom.
After that I made my way downstairs.
What do I do?
Should I go looking for him?
Does he want to be found?
He wouldn't have gone in the first place if he did....
I place my hand on my stomach and rub it gently.
This can't keep happening. Once Noah's around, things have to be normal. Rumple has to commit to us and not just up and leave. He can't leave his child. He might be able to leave me, but not a baby.
I sink down into the sofa and look down.
I have to get a paternity test, tomorrow.
The doorbell made me jump.
Slowly, I got up and walked toward it.
Praying it was rumple, I open it.
"Mo," I sighed.
"Hi Belle, darling can I come in?"
"No, no you may not," I stood my ground.
"And why not? Im your father," he said.
I snorted.
"Right, goodnight Mo," I try to shut the door.
He stepped forward,
"If I could just speak to you, with out him around, he's brainwashing you!"
"No-"
"if he could just not be here-"
"Goodnight,"
"Just me and you Belle-"
"HE'S NOT HERE!" I yell.
He gasped a little.
"Happy now? He's done what you said he always would, he's gone, you got what you wanted..." I seethed.
Tears started to form in my eyes.
"Congratulations..." I whispered.
My shoulders started to shake.
"Oh Belle," suddenly fathers big arms were around me.
Unable to hold on any longer, I crumple into him, clinging him tightly.
My papa. The man who I spent my who childhood with. Who was always there for me. Until,cantilever I left him...
"father im so sorry..." I sobbed into him.
"It's alright, it's alright," he kissed me on the head.
It's not alright, it's never going to be alright.
Whatever happens, it's not going to be alright.
If Rumple comes back, there's always a chance he could leave again and well - he might not even come back...

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