Belle was aware he knew, of course he was. But he didn't say anything and she didn't push. It was between them and no more would be said of their staying in for the evening. But Belle did have an idea of her perfect evening. And being in rural France was definitely helping with the whole 'what they deserved' thing. He was right though, they did deserve some happy times. They wouldn't last, they never did, but it was nice to have an uninterrupted night with the man she loved.
"Its weird, I still keep expecting Snow and Charming to rush in with some emergency or other you need to fix. Or accuse you of something awful. Or, y'know, both at once." Belle hadn't been naive, even in Storybrooke, but ultimately they'd never endeared themselves to her the way Emma had managed. It wasn't a bad thing so much, there was just something she'd not connected with in the way she had with someone like Ruby.
"Do you prefer it here? I mean with Bae, and Henry and everyone here. Do you prefer it now to Storybrooke. I mean papa isn't here, but then I'm not sure how I feel about any of that yet."
She reached across for one of the bottles, pouring a glass each for themselves before shaking her head.
"No matter, just come and sit with me. And tell me what we're going to do tomorrow. If we decide to leave the house that is."