Rumplestiltskin 🔥

Night was falling on Storybrooke. In your little house, you sat on your bed, one hand resting on your stomach. You were several months pregnant, and the father of your child was none other than Rumplestiltskin, the Dark One.
Your story had never been simple. Between his secrets, his magic, and his mysterious disappearances, you sometimes didn't even know what you meant to him anymore.
One evening, as you were looking out the window, golden smoke appeared in your room.
"Good evening, my dear," said Rumple with his usual smile.

"You know I'm carrying your child, don't you?" you replied curtly.

He raised his eyebrows.
"Hard to forget"