A conference ||Slight!AU|| Snow & Rumple
Having been phoned the previous night by a rather apprehensive sounding Snow, about needing to talk with him about Bae, didn't make for a very good mood instilled in the man. She had been too vague for his liking, and Bae hadn't the slightest idea, or at least that he was telling, what the meeting was about. That night dinner had been taken in near silence, Rumple trying to figure out why he was called or what his son had done. Baelfire was a good kid, and never did anything that was uncalled for. While he didn't have many friends, he was still a relatively happy child.
After Bae had been put to bed, Rumple stayed up with Belle, her curled up snuggled against him, book in hand and him rolling yarn into a tight ball, his eyes not really focused on the task. They talked lightly throughout the night, and retired fairly early, knowing that he would have to leave early to be at the school for the conference with Snow.
Morning came too soon, and as much as he would have loved to stay and lay with Belle, he got up and got ready, careful not to wake her. Brushing a feather light kiss on her temple, admiring the way her dark curls spilled against the pillow in such a delicate way, Rumple smiled softly, before heading downstairs. Belle had agreed to be Bae ready that morning for school, and glancing at the clock, they had about an hour before they even needed to wake up...which meant he had about fifteen minutes before the parent-teacher conference.
His black Cadillac pulled up in the school parking lot with eight minutes to spare. It would take him that long, he was sure to even find the classroom. Making his way down into the school, and limping down the hall, Gold's eyes scanned the name plates just outside of the doors. Finally coming to the one that read Mary Margret Blanchard, he paused, his knuckles tapping lightly against the door.
