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Belle groaned. “Oh no, not you, too. I’ve already got Mrs. Potts and Cogsworth fussing over me, Adam, I don’t need you worrying as well. It’s just a cold. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Hello, Master! I hope you are well this evening.”

Belle and Adam were on their way back to the castle from a visit to the village--Adam’s first since his return--when the storm blew in seemingly out of nowhere. Remembering his reaction to the storm his first night home, and remembering how his horse had returned without him the last time Adam had been out when a storm had blown in, Belle reined Philippe closer to Adam’s horse and reached out to take her husband’s hand. “We’re already past the bridge. We’re almost home. There’s nothing to worry about,” she soothed.

Max looks from Beast, to the carriage, then back to Beast. “Can’t be nearly as difficult as parking a wave or a pumpkin.” He motioned to some of the more questionable vehicles he’s already parked with a surprising amount of success. 

Aww! Thank you, love!

Your Belle

I literally jumped back from my computer when the contents of this ask popped up, omigod. *blushing*

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