B. French II Chapter Two
Belle meets Baelfire, just like literally everyone prompted.
Gold hadn’t expected a text from Belle that week. He wasn’t quite sure why he’d given his divorce attorney his personal number. He told himself because it was quite easier to keep up with but it was much more likely because Belle French was…Well he didn’t know what she was and calling her magic was simply juvenile.
“Does Baelfire like books?”
The question was still sitting happily in his inbox, perfectly content. Of course she’d ask about books. Her office was practically a library.
“Yes. He enjoys reading.” Was his response after an hour and 17 minutes. After all, he couldn’t appear as if he only had his phone for entertainment and contact to the outside world on weeks he didn’t have his son.
Her response was immediate. “Books and swans. Perfect! I have a great gift for him then. See you both Saturday!”
Gold frowned. Books and swans, she’d said. He wondered if he should tell her that his son had more than one copy of “The Ugly Duckling.” He wasn’t even sure if his son enjoyed the story anymore. He was about to text back and tell her not to bother with something so trivial. Was it even appropriate for his custody attorney to be getting his son a gift? In the end, though, he only sent back a thank you. Whether it was from lack of courage for fear of angering the woman who controlled the outcome of this ordeal, or from sheer trust of Belle he didn’t know.
He liked to believe it was the former.
“Who are we going to see?” Baelfire asked as Gold helped him out of the car. He re-adjusted the sling his arm was in. The doctor didn’t say he explicitly needed it, but Gold felt a lot better about him having it when they went out.
“Our custody attorney.” Gold said, opening the door of the building for his son and leading him to the elevator. “Her name is Belle French.”
“Why can’t Midas do it?”
His son’s tone was rather bitter, and ahold wondered if Belle’s belief in Bae meeting her had some merit. The elevator came and Gold let his son press the button to Belle’s floor.
“Midas doesn’t specialize in this.” Gold explained. “But he recommended Belle.”
“And she’s gonna make it so I can live with you?”
“She’ll do her best.”