Rumple stood in the small clearing. It as dusk and the fireflies were beginning their show. He held his breath in anticipation, his eyes trained on the break in the forest line, half expecting Keeva to not show. There was a small number of people, only the small group of people who Keeva had decided were close enough to invite.

He heart stopped as a white figure appeared through the break. She was white head to toe, lace trailed behind her as she approached him. The only color on her body came from her big, shining pink eyes. He smiled at the big white flowers braided in her hair. He took her hands in his own, careful not to bruise the white rose petals.

"Rumplestiltskin," a chill ran down his spine as she began her vow, "we have an…unusual story. I have loved you across worlds. You're my light in the dark; you're my hope, Rumple. I'll love you until my last breath."

"Keeva O'Hare," he rubbed the back of her knuckles, "you've been my princess for a long time now. You're the only person who sees the light- who believes in me." He paused to wipe the tear off her cheek. "I love you Keeva, truly, purely. I don't want to live without you."

"You may kiss your bride."

He pressed his lips against hers, hot tears slipped across his cheeks, he smiled into the kiss, dipping her back to deepen the kiss. "Shall we, Mrs. Gold?" He offered his arm to Keeva who nodded, weeping and smiling at the sound of her new name.

Snow cheered as they walked by, kissing her cheeks as they embraced. Gold smiled as he pulled his bride and a grand amount of lace into his arms all at once. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her through the woods, down the trail to where his car waited.

He took her to a massive cabin, where they could be uninterrupted by the going-on's in town. Keeva he caught her instantly as she stumbled on her first step. "Thank you," she smiled.

"The pleasure's all mine, my lady." She took her heels off by the door, looking around at the décor. "I believe a dance is in order."

"I believe it's overdue." She smiled as he turned an old fashioned gramophone on. Her head rested against his shoulder as he led her around the room in a series of slow, gentle turns. He spun her, showing off the flared lace. The entire time, his breath was frozen.

Lips brushed against his as he gathered her into his arms, spinning slowly, kissing her hard. Her hands lost themselves in his hair, he breathed in the lavender and rose radiating off her warm skin. He set her on her feet, holding her close.

Carefully, he untied the silken bow at the small of her back, slowly unlacing the ribbons. She aided him in all the unlacing of the dress. Her lips found his, her fingers working the buttons of his shirt as they stumbled though the cabin, leaving bits and pieces of clothing along the way to a back room. He combed his fingers through the curtain of silken hair, flowers falling out as he did so.

He pulled her body to his, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip, earning a hard tug of the hair. Without breaking the kiss, Rumple slung her to the bed, smiling at her soft laughter. "Mrs. Gold," he whispered, her grin widening as he did so. "you look extravagant this evening."

Her leg wrapped around his waist as he locked his fingers with hers, breathing in the small gasp that escaped her. It was an old dance he thought to have forgotten. Keeva's nails drug down his back; he bit into the soft, sweet skin of her neck. Every gasp and soft moan filled his ears in the sweetest harmony, he growled at the slow cadence of her hips on top of him. Heat shot through his veins, his heart tried to slam through his chest.

Keeva curled against his side, nuzzling into his chest. He kissed his wife's forehead, covering her hand with his own.

Gold rushed up the stairs, grabbing his wife's arms, steadying her before she could slip on the icy stairs. "Do be careful, darling."

She smiled, resting her hand on her stomach. She wrapped her arms around one of his as he guided her down the library steps, a satchel of books across his shoulder. He watched the snowflakes blend into her hair as they walked to the warmth of Granny's dinner.

"Look at you!" Snow White rushed them, a big smile on her face as she rubbed Keeva's swollen belly. "When are you due?"

"Early December." She grinned, leaning back against him.

"That's so soon," Snow squealed, "I'm so happy for you. You're going to be great parents." Gold met Snow's earnest eyes, nodding a thanks to her. "I'll let you eat now, though, I know what it's like." She laughed, walking back to her Charming.

The hospital had been wary, Keeva hadn't gained over ten pounds during her pregnancy, and he was offering food to her at every chance he had. It should be fine, they said, Keeva was small and underweight to begin with, and the baby's vitals were perfect. Still, Rumple didn't want to take any chances with their health.

He slid her jacket off her shoulders, holding her hand as she took a seat. Ruby brought them both their usual order, adding pie to Keeva's order for free.

Rumple paced the floors for the majority of Keeva's pregnancy, ready at the drop of a pin for any troubles she might have. He rubbed her back and feet every night before bed, then he'd tuck her in, and the pacing would commence. Nervous, he entered the nursery. Keeva had taken control of the décor, saying nonsense that black baby blankets and matching mobile was too much for a baby. Now, he stood in the little room. She had wallpapered walls in a simple pink and white scheme. The crib was white, with a starry mobile overhead. He had placed a large pink and silver chaise lounge in the nursery, making certain that she would be able to be comfortable at position. He sat down on the rocker, holding the bear Keeva picked out against his chest. His heart settled warm and light at the promise of their little girl.

It was precisely three-forty-seven on the morning of December the Fourth when Keeva let out a cry. Rumple came to her side instantly, "She's coming," Keeva panted, clutching her stomach. Gold pulled the car to the door, helping her inside.

"Breathe," he instructed, guiding her through the steps in the books he had read. "There you go, doll." He guided Keeva to the hospital and into a wheel chair. The doctors took her away, leaving him to fill out form after form.

"Girl or boy?" The woman asked.

"A little girl." He smiled, heading into the maternity ward.

Rumple took Keeva's hand, he winced at her grip. "Breathe, breathe, Keeva." He whispered as the nurse delivered the same message.

It hurt him to watch the pain racing over her face, to hear her strained breath and whimpers. "You're almost there," he pushed her hair from her sweat slick forehead.

"One big push, Mrs. Gold!" His knuckles ground together as she squeezed his hand one final time. A scream ripped through the air, his heart stopped as the doctor stood, holding the tiniest, most perfect child he had ever seen. His hand shook as he was handed a big pair of scissors. He cut the cord, unable to take his eyes off their child. Keeva had collapsed, breathing hard, but her pink eyes were on alert as she awaited the return of their child.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Gold," the nurse returned with a little bundle, placing it in Keeva's arms. He dropped to her side, taking his daughter's hand in his own. Tears fell from his eyes as he counted her fingers and toes. "Seven pounds two ounces, a perfectly healthy, little girl."

Rumple marveled at the little curly patch of brown hair, curling it around his finger, ever so gently. "What's her name?"

His eyes met Keeva's, she smiled, her heartbeat lulling the baby. "Arianna," he breathed out with Keeva. "Arianna."

He kissed his wife's forehead, gently taking Arianna in his arms. He cradled her to his chest, big blue eyes staring around in wonder. Holding her, he felt the holes in his heart fill. Rumple took a seat on the edge of the bed, returning Arianna to her anxious mother. With a kiss, Rumple fufilled the deal with Keeva. Finally, they were going to be a family.