Matthew had just gotten home from a long day of filming, but he couldn't find you anywhere. He checks the bathroom, your bedroom, and finally stops when he hears your daughter giggling in her bed. He peeks his head in the doorway.

You're reading your daughter a bedtime story. Not just any story, however. By popular request, you were reading Rumple Buttercup to her.

"High up there above ground, way higher than he had ever been before, Rumple could feel the wind in his three strands of hair. He could taste the cotton candy pancakes in his five crooked teeth, and he could finally feel the warm, welcoming sun beating down on his green scaly skin. But the warmest feeling of all he felt on the inside."

You smile softly. "Knowing he was surrounded by all his new friends who all wore banana peels on their heads in honor of their newest friend, Rumple Buttercup. The end."

You kiss your daughter on the forehead and turn the light off, smiling as you walk out. You bump into Matthew and kiss his chin. "I was just reading her a bedtime story."

"And it was my book?" He smiles.