I have seen a couple of 'what if Belle was there' stories, and was inspired to do my own! I'm sorry if they end up sounding similar to one of them, I didn't mean to.

The size of these chapters will change from chapter to chapter. I will be writing them based on when Mr. Gold shows up in the series, so some will be shorter or longer.

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Regina stormed out of the room, leaving Emma and Mary Margret in the classroom. Mary Margret sighed and rolled her eyes. She never changes does she. Well, her son was missing. At least she had some excuse this time.

"What was that all about?" a soft voice asked.

Emma watched the woman walk into the room, concern in her wide blue eyes. She had dark, chocolate colored curls that went down to her shoulders. He skin wasn't quite as pale as Mary Margret's but it was close. She had a hand wrapped around her swollen belly protectively.

"Hey, Etta," Mary Margret greeted tiredly. "Henry ran away."

"Again?" the woman smiled gently. "Surely she would have figured out by now that he will come home on his own safely by now."

"Yeah, but last time he ran to Boston," Mary Margret said.

"When did that happen?"

"Last night," Mary Margret glanced at Emma. "He went to find his birth mother."

The woman blinked in surprise.

"You're..." the woman smiled a bit. "I can see the similarities."

"Emma, this is Luvetta," Mary Margret said. "She's out lone Kindergarten teacher."

"I'm pleased to meet you," Luvetta said. "You can call me Etta, everyone does."

"Hello, Etta," Emma said. "I better go find Henry."

"Check his castle," Mary Margret said.

Emma left after receiving instructions. The two women watched her leave, smiling softly.

"Is this a good thing or not?" Etta asked.

"We won't know till later," Mary Margret asked. Mary Margret turned to her friend.

"Every thing alright?"

Etta rubbed her belly and smiled softly.

"Yes... I'm kinda scared though," Etta said.

"Well, I don't know what your going through," Mary Margret said. "But I'm sure most expecting mothers are scared, especially with their first child."

A dark look passed over Etta's face.

"I'm sure..."

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"Emma."

Emma turned to the sound of her name. A man stood there, short, not much taller than Leroy, and thin.

He had longish sandy-colored hair and dark brown eyes. He wore an expensive looking suit and had a cane in hand. He limped up to the front desk, smiling knowingly.

"Such a lovely name," he said with a Scottish accent. "Emma."

"Here," Granny said, handing him a roll of cash. "It's all here."

"Yes, yes," the man said dismissively. "It's nice to meet you... Emma."

Mr. Gold, Rumplestiltskin, walked out onto the street, a dark smile on his face. Finally. It's almost time. Soon, everything was going to come together. Everything that was once his would be again.

He stopped when he saw her. She was walking down the street, her hand on her swollen stomach as always. She was as beautiful as ever. If only she remembered him. A tall man walked up to her, a man with dark hair and eyes. A growl rose in Mr. Gold's throat as he recognized him. Belle-Etta froze, anxiety rising in her eyes. The man stopped and said something to her before leading her to a black truck.

"Soon," Mr. Gold promised himself.

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Rumplestiltskin felt her coming. A smile crossed his lips. The guards were gone, distracted by the curse. This would be the last chance they had to see each other. She came down wrapped in the green cloak he had gotten her. Her brown curls looked to beautiful against it. She ran over to him, reaching to take his hands.

"Rumple," his wife whispered.

"Hey, Bell," he responded. "It's almost time..."

"I'm scared," Belle whispered.

"It will be okay," Rumplestiltskin said. "You may not remember, but I will. I'll protect you."

"The deal?" Belle asked.

"I'll be okay," Rumple said. "Me and Ezra both. I tried to make a deal for you too, but she wouldn't have it."

Belle looked down, her back shaking as she cried.

"Belle, love?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered through her tears. "I tried to come see you as soon as I found out, but I couldn't get pass the guards-"

"What's wrong, love?" Rumple asked urgently.

Belle slowly took Rumplestiltskin's hand and placed it on her stomach. Rumplestiltskin's hand shook when he felt how swollen it was.

"Oh my god, Belle," he whispered. "I... honestly don't know whether to be happy... or terrified."

"What are we going to do?" Belle sobbed.

"I'll take care of you," her husband said firmly. "Both of you."

"Three," she whispered.

"Twins?" he whispered.

She nodded.

Rumplestiltskin snapped his head up.

"It's coming," he whispered. Belle pressed herself as close to her husband as she could through the bars.

"I love you," Rumplestiltskin said as the dark cloud began to fill the room.