Rose walked into her son's pawnshop for what she hoped wouldn't be the last time. However, if her son asked her to leave, she would honor his wishes. Rumple walked out of the back room and stopped behind the glass counter. He was facing her. His expression was guarded.

"What do you want, mother?" He demanded. There was no anger in his voice. That was worse. She would prefer if he would yell or show some frustration. He sounded tired.

"I wanted to talk to you about what you walked in on the other day." Rose started, her tone cautious. It wasn't going to be easy but they would get through this. She had to believe that.

"We don't need to talk about it." Rumple insisted. Rose walked over to the counter so that she was standing in front of him. She wasn't going to let him shut her out.

"Yes, we do because that's what families do. They communicate and work through issues. I've already told your father that I'm not playing this game where I have to pick between the two of you and he agreed to stop. Probably because we just got back together and he knows that I would always choose you over him. I'm not asking for you to like each other but at least tolerate one another. I understand that you might feel betrayed or angry at how everything turned out but it'll be better this time." Rose continued. Rumple laughed but there was no humor in it.

"What makes you so sure, mother? Have you deluded yourself into thinking that he's changed? He's not the man you married all those years ago. He can't be that man again. He doesn't care about you. He cares about his power and how he can get yours." Rumple snapped. Finally, some kind of emotion. They were talking. It was progress.

"I can see why you would think that and the thought did cross my mind. You're wrong though. I can tell when he's playing me and believe me, this isn't one of those times. If you don't trust my judgment, trust Belle's. Why else do you think she agreed to use me as Pan's weakness? I would bet anything that she knew it would turn out like this." Rose challenged. Rumple stood there in shock and realization.

"No," He said, shaking his head, "I saw her face. She was just as surprised as the rest of us."

"Well, imagining something and seeing it happen are two very different circumstances." Rose pointed out.

"Villains don't get happy endings, mother." Rumple argued. This time it was Rose's turn to laugh.

"Except for you, of course." Rose snapped.

"I told you that talking to him would be a waste of time." Pan exclaimed. Rose felt her husband's arm around her waist.

"The only waste of time here is you." Rumple replied. Rose could feel the anger bubbling up inside.

"That's it!" Rose yelled. "Rumple, you are throwing a tantrum like a child. Your father and I are back together and you are going to just have to deal with it. I tried to be nice and talk to you about it. I really do want you to be okay with this. I tried to be empathetic because this is weird, for all of us, but this is ridiculous. And you, Peter Pan, we agreed that you would be tolerable. Now, I want you both to be respectful to each other or I will find a way to kill you both." Rose warned. Peter pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.

"Sorry, love." He murmured. Rumple made a face. Rose noticed and rolled her eyes.

"Let's settle this once and for all; ask Belle. If she admits it, then you have to stop this tantrum. If she doesn't, then your father and I will leave Storybrooke." Rose challenged. Rumple raised an eyebrow.

"Well, mother, let's go ask Belle so that you two can be on your way." He replied.

They walked down to the library. Rose and Peter were holding hands and Rumple didn't dare to look back at them as he led the way. No one spoke a word. They finally reached their destination.

"What are you guys doing here?" Belle asked, surprised.

"My mother has got it in her head that you only agreed to let us use her as Pan's weakness because you knew they were meant to be together." Rumple explained. There was a hint of arrogance in his voice.

"She's absolutely right. As messed up as it is, what they have is true love." Belle stated, in a matter of fact tone.

"What?" Rumple asked, obviously annoyed and surprised.

"Do you honestly think that I would voluntarily let my friend go into a dangerous situation? If Rose were walking into a trap, I would have never let you guys go along with that plan. I knew you had no intention of saving her. You were hoping that they would kill each other." Belle accused.

"Well, it seemed more likely than them falling disgustingly in love with each other." Rumple argued.

"We fell disgustingly back in love with each other." Pan interjected. Rose shook her head.

"I can't say that I'm surprised that you would leave me at the hands of your father. If you want to pretend like we're inconveniences to your life then fine. As soon as we figure out how to get to Neverland or create a new Neverland, we'll be leaving Storybrooke. I'll leave you with this; I'm your mother and I will always love you, Rumpelstiltskin." Rose exclaimed.

A year later

Rose sat on the beach and buried her feet in the sand. As it turned out, Neverland wasn't completely gone. There was still just enough of it there to bring it back. Pan and Rose only stayed in Storybrooke for a month after the incident at the library. They hadn't seen Rumple since. He had made himself scarce. Rose wrote letters to Belle to keep her friend updated on everything that was going on. So much had changed in the last year. She would've written to Rumple but Rose knew that he would throw the letter away without so much as opening it. Rose trusted that Belle would tell him what was going on and try to get through to him. She gazed up at the stars that twinkled so brightly.

When they first arrived back at Neverland, it was great. They were constantly moving about the island to see if there were any new hiding spots or if there was anything new at all. There wasn't but that didn't matter. It was still an adventure. Shortly after, Peter began to complain that the island was too quiet. She knew what he was going to suggest.

"You can't just steal people's children, Peter! Just because they might feel lost for a second does mean that you can take them!" Rose argued. They were just about to go to bed when he had brought the conversation up.

"It's not stealing if they come willingly. Plus, what if they feel lost for two seconds?" Pan countered. Rose rolled her eyes. He could be so immature sometimes. She straightened up in bed as she came up with a great idea.

"What if you send the shadow to take children from orphanages? That way the island is filled with children to play with and those children also get a home. They're still lost children." Rose suggested.

Pan was reluctant at first but he came around. Rose closed her eyes as she could hear the sound of children laughing. She invited Rumple and Belle to come to the island but they politely declined. Well, Belle sent a letter thanking Rose for the invitation but Rumple was still holding a grudge. Rose understood why he was so angry. She closed her eyes and tried not to let the tears fall. She heard Peter come up behind her. He sat down with his legs on either side of her. He placed a hand on her swollen abdomen.

They hadn't meant for it to happen. It was an accident. They had been using protection but sometimes things happen. Rumple was jealous and angry. He felt betrayed and Rose understood.

"We have to go back to Storybrooke, don't we?" Pan asked, irritated and tired. Rose nodded.

"I have to make things right with Rumple. I gave him space but I am not losing him again." Rose stated. She could feel the annoyance radiating off of Pan. His distaste for his son was still obvious and probably always would be. Rose remembered the night that she told Peter that she was pregnant.

She wiped at her tear stained cheeks and tried to steady her breath before she entered the treehouse. This wasn't like last time. They didn't plan this. They agreed that they wouldn't have any more children. She had just gotten her husband back and she couldn't lose him again. Rose took a deep breath as she climbed up the ladder to the treehouse.

"What's wrong?" Peter demanded. She couldn't help but smile a little. The smile faded when she realized that she had to tell him. She closed her eyes to try and prevent herself from crying again.

"I'm…pregnant." Rose whispered. Silence. She took a chance and opened her eyes. Peter was smirking.

"I hope this one's a girl." He replied. Rose looked at him, confused.

"You're not…mad?" She questioned.

"Of course not! You're the one who said you didn't want any more children." Peter pointed out.

They arrived in Storybrooke a couple weeks later. It was weird to leave the island and to leave the children to fend for themselves. Rose was nervous for two reasons; the first being that she had no idea what she was going to say to Rumple and the second being that she was uncomfortably close to her due date. She could go into labor at any moment. She stood in front of the library where she last saw her son. Rose and Belle arranged for Rumple to be there at this exact moment.

"Are you alright?" Peter asked. He had started to hover as soon as she hit her third trimester. She appreciated the concern but it was irritating her.

"Not in the slightest." She replied and walked in. Rose saw Rumple and Belle immediately. She stopped him before he could vanish. With a wave of her hand, he was frozen from the neck down.

"Is this really necessary, mother?" Rumple asked, annoyed. Rose nodded.

"You left me no choice. I came here to try and make things right between us. Look, this isn't my ideal situation either but things happen. I'm sorry. I don't want you to feel like we abandoned you again. I love you and that's not going to change. I just want…ow!" Rose yelled, a hand flying to her abdomen. Peter was at her side and trying to hold her up.

"I just want us to be a family." Rose continued through breaths.

"We need to get you to the hospital." Belle exclaimed.

A couple days later

Rose was in labor for twenty-six hours and threatened her husband with multiple fatalities and called him some colorful names. Rose broke Peter's hand but he fixed it himself. He had taken it all in stride. After twenty-six hours, they welcomed their baby girl into the world. Peter hadn't set her down all day. He let Rose sleep through the night, insisting that he could take care of the baby. Rumple and Belle came to visit. Along with some of their friends. Rumple was silent. He hadn't said a word. Rose and Peter had both made comments about how different it was to have a child now.

"This is so much more sanitary and comfortable. Apparently there's medicine to dull the pain. I literally gave birth to Rumple on the floor of our cottage with nothing to dull the pain. I was in labor for two days. I had gotten up to walk around, in hopes that it would speed the process along, and I had to sit on a blanket on the floor because I wouldn't have made it to the bed." Rose stated. Belle was holding the baby and trying to get Rumple to at least look at his sister.

"Your sister is a day old and you are still the biggest baby here." Belle chastised. Rumple sighed and took his sister from Belle. Rose's heart melted. It was obvious that she had won him over the instant that he looked her in the eyes.

"What's her name?" Rumple asked.

"Goldilocks." Rose replied.

The End.

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