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A Rose of the Forbiden Love

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Notes: So, this fic is going to be finished this week. Another to chapters more for what I have planned, although knowing me it could turn out into three chapter, but let's see what happens... But this WIP is going to be finish until Sunday and I'm really happy about it. Thanks to everyone who is reading. You are lovely people <3.

Chapter Fifteen

Gold knew a call from his mother meant no good. Belle had been spending a lot of time with him at the hotel lately and he was looking for a job, so with all of this, he hadn't had much time to think about visiting Fiona, which was a huge problem because she freaked out if he didn't appear at her house at least once a week. He had driven there already anticipating the moment of leaving and planning to stop by Rose's flat to see her. She had been distant ever since she found out he and Belle were her parents, but he understood that she needed time, in fact that was why he hadn't looked for her until now, however Rose was working with her mother again and he felt like he needed to have a serious talk to her about the bad things she was saying to Belle.

Even if he comprehended her situation and knew it was hard for her to grown up in an orphanage, Adam also knew Belle wouldn't have given her up if she didn't have any other choice. She was such a lovable person, who treated her adopted children so well, that he couldn't imagine her leaving their baby in front of some strangers' house for no reason. If only he knew that she got pregnant with his child, he would have left it all behind quickier, without even thinking twice. Adam wished he could have been the father Rosalie needed when she was a child, but he had the chance of being the one she still wanted now and he wasn't going to give it up just because she was upset right now.

Taking a deep breath, he entered his old house, seeing the caretaker dusting his mother's old wine collection before she pointed at the living room and he made his way towards it. Fiona was sat by the piano, moving her fingers through it without really playing anything, her Bible set by her side on the stool alongside her golden cane.

"Mrs. Potts called me saying you were requesting my presence," Adam started.

She slowly looked up at him, not surprise in seeing her soon by the doorstep, but surely feeling stupefied to see him wearing a normal suit and no priest clothes. Fiona had been hoping for the best, even wishing he had gotten sick or something else, but even if she still needed to hear it from his own lips, she already knew.

"I went to church yesterday and you weren't there," Fiona said very slowly. "Why?"

"I resigned, I've told you I would do so, and no, there is no coming back," he replied, careful with his answer but no less firm than he knew he should be with the hard mother he had. "I'm marrying Belle and we've already reconsummated our relationship."

He knew he probably should have kept the last part for himself, but Gold wasn't a fool, he knew that if he hadn't said that, his mother would have dragged him back to the church and asked the new priest to write a new letter to the Vatican saying it all had been a terrible mistake. She had already played too much with his life and now was time for him to do what he wanted.

"No," Fiona cried, standing up and taking a few shaken steps into his direction. "You can't do this with me, you can't!"

A sob erupted from her throat and she fell to the floor, gasping for air as Gold rushed to hold her body. She was coughing repeatedly, a hand pressed firmly to her heart and he didn't quite know what to do, because despite of some flus and another clinical things, that had weakened her through the years, Fiona hadn't been ill at all for a long time.

"Mother," Gold exclaimed in despair, before screaming: "Mrs. Potts call a doctor!"

As satisfying to her ego as having a job again was, Rose missed Izzy too much. She was just a small baby and she hated to have to leave bottles for the nanny to feed her instead of doing it herself, but she knew she was building a better future for both of them, so she tried to relish in it. The nights, however had become her favourite part of the day, the nanny stayed until she had taken a bath and then she spent some quality time cuddling her little before Izzy fell asleep. She thought herself to be lucky because her daughter had a great sleep routine and was only awakening at each three hours for her little snacks and sometimes Sabine would warm up a bottle for her in order to let Rose get some uninterrupted rest.

That night she was tendering Izzy when she heard the knock on her door. Rosalie was feeling decided to not give her address to anyone when she got enough money to move out, but then she opened the door and her eyes got wide at the sight of Roland by her doorstep, eyes swollen and watery.

"Hey, are you alright? What are you doing here?"

"Ivy is dead," Roland murmured.

Gasping, Rosalie allowed him inside and closed the door, holding her daughter closer. She might not like Ivy because of everything she did to her, but Rose didn't wish her dead, she could never do it, actually she was praying that the poor woman could be cured of her currently mental instabilities.

"How?"

"Overdose," Roland said with a blank face, taking a seat and folding his hands above his lap. "She took all of her mother's pills."

Rose blinked. She couldn't quite understand the reasons why someone would want to end its own life, but she had never felt desperate enough to do such a thing either. Poor Ivy, she must be really bad to make this decision and the fact her relationship with Roland was one of the things that most bothered her, made Rose feel slightly guilty.

"Why?"

"She was unhappy," the boy shrugged before burying his face in his own hands. "God, I feel so guilty."

"No, babe, this is not your fault," Rose said, laying Izzy back on the basket and kneeling in front of him, pulling his hands away, so she could look into his eyes. "You said yourself that she was already a bit off when she left the country."

He shook his head. Roland had never loved Ivy and he truly got mad at her when he discovered that she didn't love him either and lied about the baby, just to make him marry her, because that was what her mother expected her to do. He swallowed, thinking that Belfrey might have been the biggest reason why she got so ill and then decided to die.

"Victoria says I should have taken care of her better," he whispered, brushing the hair away from the girl's face. "Oh, Rose, I'm such a jerk. I was a real bastard with both you and her."

"I have to agree," she answered with a small chuckle. "But her death is not on you, ok?"

Roland nodded, then pressed his forehead against hers and kissed the top of Rose's nose. He couldn't understand why she was still giving him a change after all the wrong he did in her life, but he was glad she was still willing to give it a go. He looked at the basket, seeing that little Izzy seemed to grow more impatiant a any second without anyone's attention.

"Can I hold her?"

Rose agreed picking the baby up and laying her in his arms. Just to fell the warmth of another body, Izzy stopped fussing and he smiled, because she had that magical ability of making everyone smile.

"Hello, ladybug, you're the only light in daddy's life."

There was a beeping coming from somewhere and Rose stood up, looking around until she found her cell phone.

"Hello, this is Rosalie Weaver."

"Rose, it's Father Gold... Your father. I - I need you to come to your grandmother's house. I think she is dying."

Rose didn't have much option but to leave Izzy with Roland while she took a taxi and went straight to her grandmother's mansion. She knew Fiona was an old woman, however he was always so firm in everything she did, so fierce and decided that it was hard for Rose to believe that she could die this way, so suddenly. Mrs. Potts received her when she arrived, telling Rose she should go upstairs to the master bedroom and that she did, finding her father pacing around the hallway.

"How is she?"

"Not well, she refuses to go the hospital," he said.

"Why?"

He shook his head, as if his mother's way of seeing this was completely impossible for other people to understand.

"She says if she God must take her, then she wants to be in the comfort of her own house."

It was madness, Rosalie concluded, there were people out there who could actually save her life and Fiona didn't want to be checked. But, she thought that if Fiona was so sure she was going to die, she must know what she was suffering of and was pretty aware of her chances of surviving here or anywhere else, however it still felt wrong for Rose.

"But, maybe there is something that can be done to help her," the girl insisted.

"Oh, my darling, she doesn't want any help," her father assured, cupping her cheek affectionally, which made Rose realise how much she missed his company. "Come in, she wants to see you."

Nodding, Rose followed him. The room was large, full of dark furniture and Fiona was laid in a huge bed, comfortably nestled against some pillows. A weak smile, very different from the wicked one she used to wear all the time, appeared in her lips and she stretched out a hand in Rose's direction.

"Rosalie."

"Fiona..." She murmured taking her grandmother's hand in hers and sitting beside her on the bed. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm going to leave this world soon, but I'm glad I could see you one last time."

She could feel her father's presence behind her and it was good to know he was there, because Rosalie felt very much like she was about to start crying. Fiona scared the hell out her, but she could be a tender woman when she wanted to and once her mad threats of taking her child away ended, she proved herself to be a great company that Rose didn't want to lose just now. She had always wanted a family and thinking of losing a member of it, really hurt.

"Don't say that, allow us to take you to the hospital."

"No, no, I don't want doctors attempting to open me and fix anything," Fiona replied, stubborn as always.

That was when the bedroom's door was open to show Belle French. Rose's eyes got wide at the sight of her, because she knew how much her mother and Fiona hated each other so she was the last person she expected to see in there.

"I just got your message, I - " she started to say to Gold when she laid eyes on Fiona and Rose.

The old woman's current state seemed to surprise Belle as much as it surprised her when she arrived, because she stopped in the middle of the sentence and got a hold of Gold's arm as if to help her keep up on her feet.

"Hello, Isabelle," Fiona said, very slowly.

"What is happening in here?"

"My mother is dying and she wanted to see you," Adam explained, caressing her back.

But Belle didn't appear to buy the idea. No, Fiona had mistreated her too many times and she thought that if she called her there was maybe to humiliated her one last time, because she couldn't see any other reason to explain it all.

"Why?" Belle questioned aloud.

"It is time for the truth," Fiona shrugged, still holding Rosalie's hand security in hers. "I'm really thankful for your friendship, Rose, but I must tell you I've tried to poison your heart against your mother. She is not as bad as I said and I've never offered her any help."

"I know," Rose confessed. "I mean, I felt like you weren't telling me the truth."

Fiona nodded, looking at the three of them and finally understanding the wrong she had done. Seeing her son dedicating his life to the church would be her eternal dream, but it was hers, it had never been his and thanks to her selfishness she had taken away from him his only chance of raising his daughter.

"Here it is the family that should have been together from the start. I'm sorry that I've torn you apart," she whispered weakly. "Do you forgive me, my boy?"

"You know that I do."

"What about you, child?" She asked Rose.

The girl pressed a soft kiss to her grandmother's cheek, bathing her with a few tears as she waved her head positively.

"You regret your mistakes and I'm not one to judge them."

Feeling utterly grateful, Fiona turned to Belle French the maid who had fallen in love with her son, the woman she most hated during her life and the one whose forgiveness mattered more to her. She could never take back what she had taken from her, but she could give Rose the truth and that she did, now it was up to her to decide Fiona go in peace or not. And she had all the rights to refuse it.

"Isabelle?"

"I - " Belle swallowed. "I do."

There was a brief, slow nod and then a smile stretched in Fiona's lips as she closed her eyes. Then, she was gone.