It's midnight, it's raining, and Belle craves mushrooms with a raspberry sauce.
Soft rain drummed on the roof, slipping down the windows of the large house and watering the small garden that lay in the backyard. It was one of those weird nights where the sky is clear yet water seems to come from nowhere. Almost as if someone is spraying a large hose into the air to make their own atmosphere. Due to such, the full moon was suspended in the air uncovered by clouds; its bright light shone through the window of Belle and Rumple’s bedroom.
Rumple was sleeping soundly. Belle, however, was wide awake and staring blankly at the ceiling. She was uncomfortable and no matter which way she turned she couldn’t find the right position. Her hand drifted to her abdomen, it was fairly round by this point and she could feel movement. She rolled her eyes, knowing there was no one to see the exasperation she felt. She was so done with pregnancy and that was not good, considering she still had about two and a half months to go.
She shifted she she was on her side, looking to Rumple. His back was to her and she could see his shoulder rise and fall with steady breaths. She wanted to cuddle, but knew her belly would stop her from getting close enough. A second of reflection led her to decide she was going to try anyway and moved to him until her bump touched his back. He woke slightly, giving a half-hearted glance behind him and, seeming to know what she wanted, turned over. He slipped his arm around her; his eyes had not opened as if he had only arrived at the edge of consciousness, but hadn’t fully accepted it.
Belle touched her nose to his, only having to stretch her neck a little, to her surprise. A smile flitted across his lips.
“How long have you been awake?” Rumple whispered to her, his voice thick from sleep.
“It’s felt like hours,” she said, resting her head back on the pillow.
“Mmmm-hmmm…” he muttered, eyes still closed, “is everything alright?”
“Yes,” she said. Then, after a thought, “I’m hungry.”
“I’m going to guess our baby is being demanding?” As he said it he pulled his arm back a bit until his hand was rested on her side.
“Yes,” Belle admitted. She took this moment to study his face. He appeared to be very tired and she knew the Charmings had required his help for the vast majority of the day. Knowing that family, they would probably do the same the next, as well. He looked so peaceful and she realized suddenly that she didn’t want to bother him.
It was about a minute later, when Belle thought he had fallen back to sleep, that he spoke again, “What does he want?”
“Mushrooms,” she said sheepishly, “in raspberry sauce.” She had been craving it all day, but had dismissed it.
Rumple’s eyes fluttered open and he gave a faint chuckle, “You hate mushrooms.”
“That’s why I’m going to drown them in raspberry sauce,” she countered. Her son gave a sharp kick, the small foot directly hitting where Rumple’s palm was. He moved his hand away completely and went to sit up.
“Alright,” he said through a sigh.
“Rumple,” she protested, grabbing his pajama sleeve, “I didn’t mean right now. I can get some tomorrow.”
He took a deep breath and laid back down; he kissed her delicately, “You want mushrooms with raspberry sauce?”
“Yes,” Belle said, her voice small.
“Then let’s go make you mushrooms with raspberry sauce.”
“I love you, Rumplestiltskin.”
A gentle smile melted onto his features, “I love you, too, sweetheart. I love you, too.”