(( Let’s peek in on them shall we? ;) ))
Gold fidgeted beside Belle. His soul mate. The one whose name had been on his hand since he was 18. It seemed so surreal. She looked at him with a small smile.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course, Dearie. I just…I don’t much like flying."
"Me niether." She admitted. "This is the first time I’ve flown first class before though."
"Well I couldn’t have us riding in coach could I? Too cramped."
He stretched out his right leg as if to punctuate that. He gave her a sheepish smile that looked almost shy as she eyed his ankle curiously.
"Old injury." He explained. "Never healed properly."
"We all have those." Belle said with a smile. "Just not all visible."
Gold blinked, his heart stuttering in his chest. He was grown. He should not be feeling like a lovestruck schoolboy. But here he was, sitting beside this petite brunette looking at the clouds out the window who he now knew liked to read and write and wanted to travel and he was considering giving her the library just to see her smile like that again. He owned it. It would be easy.
"So where have you flown before?" He asked in an attempt to make conversation and not be so pathetic beside the woman he was destined to be with.
Belle blinked at him, as if surprised he’d asked. “Oh. Nowhere exciting. This route actually. Storybrooke to Manhatten and back.”
"Yep. Every holiday season and summer." She didn’t look like she would continue, but he tilted his head at her in general interest and she did. "My parents. They uh…they divorced when I was young. So I did a lot of flying back to Storybrooke to see Dad."
"I assume you called to tell him you were coming back."
"Oh yes! He’s very excited. He’s preparing my old room. And I think Ruby’s already got a girls night planned."
Suddenly she was giggling, and Gold frowned. “What?”
"Nothing I just wish I could have seen their faces. Apparently you being my soul mate is surprising.
He couldn’t imagine why. But then Belle was the one looking shy, and he realized perhaps he was not the only one who had been instantly smitten. Gold tried not to stare as she looked back out the window and traced his name on her palm absently. Without even having to look. It stirred something in him he hadn’t felt in far too long. He was turning into a fool.
A damn fool.
To hell with it.
"Belle?" His voice cracked but she still turned to him. "Would you like a library?"