Mr. Gold had hardly been able to sleep the night previous. He was afraid that if he slept he would awake and discover the events of the past week or so would all be a dream. That he would wake up to a cold bed once again, and that his life would have no meaning besides his constant search for power.

He had spent most of the early morning spinning, as he always did but after the sun began to rise he busied himself with breakfast preparations. He wanted every morning with Belle to be a special memory to beat away her bad ones. Once the coffee pot was ready and brewing he started preparing the eggs and bacon and oatmeal for Belle's breakfast.

Belle awoke to find the sun streaming in through the window at the other side of the room. She smiled once she realized that she was still in Rumple's house and began to stretch. When her arm wandered over to Rumple's side of the bed, however, she got a little sad when she found no one there. Once she had her bearings she sat up a little, looking around the room and the smile on her face growing wider with ever second the room was still there. She had had so many dreams back in the enchanted forest where she thought she was with Rumple, but then it turned out she wasn't.

She slowly slid out of the bed, walking gingerly across the bedroom floor and toward a nearby chair where her slippers where neatly placed on the floor. Sliding each foot into it's proper fuzzy compartment, she sighed happily and walked over to the window, peering out at the beautiful trees that stood outside.

He fully planning on bringing her breakfast in bed, until he remembered the sorry state that his leg was in, and heard a creak that obviously came from the bedroom. He sighed and prepared a large cup of coffee for himself before using his cane to hobble back to the stove. The bacon was sizzling away and he started the eggs, hoping that Belle would join him soon. He had already spent most of the morning alone, and beautiful day or not it would be more beautiful if Belle were there.

Belle heard rustling downstairs and smiled from ear to ear. Rumple must have been down here making her breakfast again. She didn't understand why he felt the need to tend to her every need. Did he feel guilty about something or was he merely that wonderful?

She turned towards the door and made her way down stairs, all the while listening to ever move he was making.

He was dividing the food onto plates and preparing Belle's cup of coffee when he heard her slippered feet enter the kitchen. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and he turned slightly. "Good morning." He moved her cup of coffee to the small breakfast table before carrying her plate as well. "I take it that you slept well?"

Belle looked over at the clock and noted the time. She let out a chuckle and shuffled over to towards him. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to sleep so late. Your bed is just so comfortable and there's something about you being in it with me that just makes me sleep so much better." When she finally reached him she extended her neck and pecked his cheek, nuzzling his cheek with her nose before moving to sit in one of the chairs at the table.

He waved his hand at her apology. "There is no harm done Belle, I am sure that you are still catching up on rest." He hummed when she kissed his cheek, and once she had walked towards the table he moved to sit across from her, bringing his mug of coffee with him.

Belle immediately went for the steaming cup of coffee in front of her. She carefully picked it up and brought it to her lips, taking a giant gulp of the hot liquid before setting it down on the table again. "I still can't believe you remember how I like my coffee." She shook her head a bit and picked up her fork, retrieving a small bit eggs and bringing them to her mouth.

Rumple cocked a small smile and shrugged. "We take our coffee in very similar ways Belle, it is easy to remember." Rumple followed her suit and began eating as well. "I am taking the day off. The idiots in the town can do without me for a day." He stretched a hand across the table and grazed her hand with his fingertips.

Belle smiled and nodded swirling her fingers around his and directing her gaze to his face. "Yes, but the question is, will they allow us the privacy?" She chuckled a little and continued stabbing small chucks of egg with her fork. "You always seem to have someone asking for help."

He snorted. "This is true." His mind began whirring at miles a minute, thinking of quite a few spells that he could cast to give them actual privacy. However he couldn't tell her that. "If anyone knocks I will ignore it. Today is for us, my Belle." He squeezed her hand before retracting his, and continuing to eat his breakfast.

Belle looked over at Rumple and saw a certain look in his eyes, but only for a moment. She cocked her head to the side and smiled over at him. "Rumple..." she began, leaning towards him over the table. "I know that look. No magic." she said, pointing her finger at him as she spoke her final sentence.

He smirked, she was a perceptive girl. Of course she was though, he already knew that. He just needed to work on his poker face a little more. "I know." Of course he wasn't going to keep that promise, he physically couldn't. He stretched out a hand and grasped hers, giving a gentle squeeze. "I promise."

Belle smiled over at him, squeezing his hand back and leaning back to her place on the chair. "Good." She released his hand and continued to eat her food, finishing her eggs and moving on to her oatmeal. "This is really good, Rumple." she said, a half mouthful of food muffling her speech a bit.

He chuckled. "I thought it was high time for me to start cooking for you, as you did so much for me in the enchanted forest." He resumed eating as well, and after a break he took a long swig of coffee. "I thought we could watch a movie today, or simply lay around together."