This is a huge thank you to the Rumbelle community, who caught and had taken down plagiarism against me in a matter of hours. Seriously, we could be superheroes if we banded together.
And now I give you the adorable image of Mr. Gold wearing a front pack.
“Mr. Jones, I don’t care if you’re unable to make ends meet without your little helpers coming in the middle of the night; you still owe me rent and if it isn’t paid in full by the first of the month, I’m going to have to evict you.”
The two men stood outside of the cobbler’s business, Mr. Gold in his usual fine suit and with his usual harshness. Mr. Jones kept glancing down, unable to reconcile what he was seeing.
“Is there something wrong, Mr. Jones?” He inquired.
Mr. Jones took a breath and then, seeing no harm in pointing it out, “The…baby. It’s drooling on your tie.”
Mr. Gold glanced down at his chest, “Indeed she is.” His voice went up a few octaves, “You like that one, huh? Your mother picked it out for Daddy.”
The infant squirmed and gurgled contentedly and Mr. Gold kissed the top of her head before turning back to Mr. Jones, “Don’t bother with asking for an extension; I know how spotty your credit is.”
Bella continued to coo and wave her arms and bob her head as though she weren’t in control of her actions. Most of the town thought that Little Bella Gold would be their salvation from the ruthless Rumplestiltskin, that being a father would mellow him out. Though his business and personal life were mixed, apparently the attitudes weren’t and even though he had his baby daughter strapped to his chest, he was still in loan shark mode.
Mr. Jones remained silent.
Mr. Gold sighed, “Well seeing as you have nothing to say, I’ll cut our meeting short. Just know that if you don’t have my money in two weeks, you’ll be lucky to be selling shoes out of the back of your car.”
He turned around and strolled down the street, his voice going back to a pitch meant just for Bella, “We need to get back to Mommy for lunch, don’t we, dearie? You get very grumpy when you aren’t fed on time… Just like your daddy.”
It took a very secure sort of man to wear a front pack, especially over a suit. But being able to be intimidating while wearing one… Only the Dark One could pull it off.