so basically this is if bae was a little girl and it was chance that Belle happened upon rumple via a two year old girl. Still Spinner!Rum and Princess!Belle enjoy

Belle resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Gaston. Gaston. Gaston, Gaston, Gaston Gaston GastonGastonGaston…. That's all it ever was. With a ride like this it was going to be all Belle could do to not strangle the lad. She looked out the window feeling bored. She had begged not to go out today. Her head hurt and the weather was almost scalding. She would much rather be inside, in the shade, reading a book. Here she could do no such thing.

"Belle, are you even listening?" Her future fiancé commanded. She looked over at him without looking at him.

"Hmm?" He put a hand on his head for a moment before leaning forwards and taking her hands despite her protests. Her body was tense in his hands.

"You know how I hate repeating myself," She snorted unladylike. "But for you I'll do anything." She finally managed to take her hands out of his grip and resist from rubbing them on her dress. "I was just wondering since you and I are to be wed," He must have seen his reflection in the mirror above her or the shiny pendent around her necklace because he paused to fix his hair. "I figure I should stare showering you with gifts." He looked at her finally. "Is there anything you would like?" She perked up, slightly.

"Well I would like to get some more books." She leaned forward ever so slightly. He made a face of disgust.

"Books? Cooking books? That would help with your cooking for sure. What with all the mouths you are going to have to feed." He made a cheeky grin and she sat back against the carriage cushions. As she looked over at the small town something caught her eye. Up ahead a small girl with something tied around her was squealing and running straight for the road. She noticed that the driver was oblivious to the fact.

"Stop!" Belle screeched and jumped out of the halting carriage. The mud made it near impossible to run as she tried to get to the girl. Her shoes were no doubt ruined and the bottom of her dress, but since Gaston was so willing to buy her new things. She ran past the horses and scooped the young girl up in her arms. The driver was muttering curses and apologizing at the same time. Belle walked out of the way of the road as she shushed the now crying babe.

"Belle! What are you doing? Your dress is filthy!" Gaston stepped out of the carriage and walked over. Belle softly spun back and forth and began to remove whatever it was that covered the small child. Whatever it was it was soft. Almost as soft as if Belle had touched a cloud. As she looked closer she saw it was yarn. She gathered it up and rolled it into a ball with some difficulty. The babe was bawling and crying for her papa.

"Hush now, shh, shh. Belle's here. You're papa will be here soon." She looked around for the parents of the child. She began to quiet down, but she continued to softly ask where her papa was. Gaston was romping around like a cow stuck in the mud and went back into the carriage. The driver dismounted and walked over to her.

"Princess we need to go now before the sun sets." He wrung his hat out in his hands.

"I am not leaving this child un-" She was interrupted by a very worried voice.

"Mabel?" A man with a walking stick limped through the mud. Belle turned around and the little girl – Mabel – reached out nearly falling out of Belle's arms.

"Papa!" The man stopped once he realized who held his only child. "Papa!" Belle let the child down and she stumble her way to her father. She hugged his leg and rubbed her face in his ripped pant leg. He looked down at her with tears in his eyes. Belle stepped forward until she was standing a foot away from the father. He looked up with fear in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry for Mabel. She got away from me. Please don't take her away from me." His grip on his walking stick tightened and he tried to make himself smaller. Belle shook her head.

"I wouldn't take away a child. And it's fine really." She held out the yarn. "Did you spin this?" He nodded.

"Yes ma'am. I was on my way to sell it when she must have gotten a hold of some." Belle rubbed it between her fingers feeling the softness again and looking down at her tattered and ruined dress. He looked down as well. "Oh no." He looked up at her. "I am so sorry. Please, you can take the rest." He shoved a satchel forward. She held her hand out and shook her head.

"No," His breath caught in his throat knowing something worse was to be obtained. "Since you seem so bent as to giving me your product that is probably going to feed Mabel why don't you just come with me? You could become my new spinner. I have been looking for one for a fort night and it has become a position, none of the candidates my father has offered, that can be filled. You will be paid, you will have a room, and you will be fed as with my other staff. Do you accept?" He stared wide eyed at her offer. The princess was offering him the job that would make sure Mabel grew up with a full stomach, or at least live without going to go hungry for as long as he could spin. He unconsciously pets the small girls head as she clung to his good leg.

"Yes I accept." He leaned on his walking stick as she gave him a radiant smile.

"What is your name?" He gulped despite how dry his throat was.

"Rumpelstiltskin. And this is Mabel, as you've met." He looked down and cupped her cheek as she hid in his leg, now shy.

"Well Rumpelstiltskin," She was still smiling, glad that she had made her own decision. "You may go get your wife and whatever it is you need and we may leave now." His face fell and she faltered slightly.

"My wife left and I don't have much that I would take besides these clothes." He looked down at the ground feeling lower than dirt. Belle took in the Rumpelstiltskin and Mabel's clothes. They were torn and dirt and Mabel's dress was too short.

"I'm sorry." Rumple looked up and she looked genuinely sorry. She gave a sad smile. "Then shall we go?" He nodded trying not to speak around the knot in his throat. He pats Mabel's head to get her to move, but she only hugged his leg tighter. "May I?" Belle offered and he shook his head. Belle squatted down – in the mud no less – and looked at the girl. "Hello, Princess." Mabel moved to hide behind his leg now.

"You Princess." She said peeking around. Belle shook her head.

"No, didn't you hear? I have to give my crown to the prettiest girl in the whole world. I didn't think I was ever going to find her. Then you came along and I found the perfect person to give my crown to." Mabel walked out from behind him now.

"Really?" She brightened. "I'm a princess." Belle nodded.

"You and your papa have to come with me so I can tell the king. He has to see the most beautiful girl in all the lands, for if he does he'll have a heart attack and have no other option but to give you the crown and crown you princess." Belle gently held out her hand. Mabel looked excitedly as she jumped forward and grabbed Belle. She climbed in her lap and wrapped her arms around Belle. She looked over at her father.

"Papa, I'm princess!" Her father nodded still afraid to speak. Belle stood up and carried the girl to the carriage. Gaston looked over seeming frustrated.

"What is she doing here?" He made a face of disgust. Mabel was too busy playing with Belle's hair to notice. Belle was glad.

"Ride back to the castle on your stead," Belle said in a commanding voice. "And tell my father I have solved our spinner problem." Gaston huffed.

"And what about you?" He picked his teeth with his tongue noticing something shiny again.

"I am taking our new spinner to the kingdom." She carefully bounced the small girl. Gaston laughed.

"What that small girl? Really Belle, I knew women weren't all that bright, but gods." He continued to laugh. Belle remained calm, used to the bashing of her intelligence.

"You will do as I say if you don't want my father to know about what happened with the maid." He silenced immediately. After a second of silence he groaned and stepped out of the carriage. He disappeared around the side. After a few moments she heard the sound of hooves in the mud and the neigh of Corbeau. Belle turned to see Rumpelstiltskin standing a few feet away from her. She stepped up in the carriage with Mabel and motioned for him to get in. He looked weary before struggling in. He laid the walking stick on his lap as the carriage began to turn around. He looked at his feet as the bumped around on the uneven road way and Mabel yawned. She crawled from Belle's lap to her papa's and curled up so her head was on his chest and she promptly fell asleep. Belle smiled softly and chuckled. "Long day?" He looked up from his daughter with fear in his eyes.

"Uh, yea, it's been rough." Crestfallen, she leaned forward.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to her mother?" His eyes darted around her face as if searching for anger or mock.

"She," He shut his mouth and Belle nodded solemnly.

"It's alright. My mother died when I was young." She looked down at the side.

"I remember." His voice was soft as if he was afraid she would lose her temper and make him do something that would ruin his pride. Belle looked at Mabel and smiled.

"How long has she been gone?" She said in a soft voice to match his. She removed a speck of mud out of her falling curls.

"Since Mabel was born." Belle looked in shock at the small girl. "Two years." After the shock, sympathy washed over her expression.

"You've done well." She leaned back and watched him the rest of the way as he willed his heart to stop beating so fast.

hey dolls I hoped you liked it. please review it helps dearly.