This was actually meant to be a one-shot, but there have been so many of you asking me to continue it that I'm willing to give it a shot! This takes place about a month or so after the first chapter.

"Honestly? You couldn't do one thing right could you?"

The gown was torn, just a little, but Milah found any reason to shame him.

"I'm sorry Milah…I didn't mean to, but Bae, he was crying, I had to-"

"You should have been more careful, then. You're nothing but a failure, truly, worthless. You'll have to take it to be mended today. Take them all to be mended, they all need fixing," she spat, throwing all her dresses from her wardrobe at him.

"Milah-"

"Why won't you die? Gods, you're ancient but you can't do the one thing I'd like?"

This stung him. Milah's cruelties had doubled in the past days, and he couldn't help but wonder if she knew about Belle…but no. She surely would have chastised him like he was an infant for that. She slammed the door shut as she left him and the child behind to go to town. He sunk onto his bed, head in his hands. Perhaps she was right. Maybe there was no hope for him. Maybe he'd be better off…

As he stood, the gowns that she had tossed into his arms caught on the corner of the bed. Skirts were ripped from their bodices, and tears ran up the hems. He cursed, falling on the ground as he gathered the ruined fabrics. Nothing, Rumplestiltskin, you can do nothing right at all. You're worth nothing, no one wants to even-

Belle's face interrupted the stream of hate he drove into himself. Perhaps she could help him again, repair the gowns and save him from his wife's rage and make his world a bit brighter. He kissed his sleeping babe goodnight, and rushed as fast as his injured leg could carry him.

"Belle?" he called, rapping on the door. He glanced about him to be sure no one was watching, "Belle?"

She flung open the door, her face blotchy and stained with tears, her eyes a bright blue against the red of her weary eyes. Rumplestiltskin stopped short at her distress, his own trouble long behind him.

"Oh Belle, what's wrong?"

He walked inside, dropping the ruined gowns on the floor and escorting the weeping girl to the bed. He put an arm around her as sobs wracked her body. She shook uncontrollably, trying to push words from her mouth.

"Oh…Oh…Rumple…I am….I'm so…" she gasped out, tears pouring down her cheeks.

"What is it Belle? Please, you can tell me, I'll make everything alright," he murmured, pulling her face up to kiss him. The kiss was gentle, and sweet, and for a moment she stopped crying, perhaps he could do something right after all.

"Rumple….Oh, Rumple I'm…I'm with…I'm…" she whispered, before letting her hands fall to her stomach. His eyes followed those hands as she lifted her dress, to reveal her swelling abdomen.

"No!" he gasped, standing suddenly and falling just as quickly. He sat on the ground staring at this girl who had given him so much…and his selfishness would take her whole life away from her.

No, Milah had been true. He could do nothing right after all.

To those who will scream, "A WOMAN DOES NOT GET A SWOLLEN BELLY AFTER A MONTH OF PREGNANCY," I am aware. Belle and Rumple have been spending nights together for quite some time before the first chapter. I'll try to update soon, but I can only use the internet for my computer at the library, which is open Monday-Thursday. I'll update as soon as I can!