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oneshot 2 (request)

Its a request from Jumanahussein08

Pregnant (BenxMal)

It was raining outside in Auradon, the drops pounding on the windows of the homes of the people. Most of the Auradonians took this opportunity to curl up with hot chocolate and blankets. However, in Castle Beast, something very different was happening to a certain purple-haired faerie.

This couldn't be happening. She and Ben had only been married for a few months. She was twenty-one. There was no way she was ready!

But the little white stick told her otherwise. Two little lines. Positive. She was pregnant.

How could she tell Ben? How would he react? They'd talked about having a family but both of them agreed that they should wait a bit.

Mal sat on the edge of the bathtub, thinking about all of this. Ben would be fine with it right? She hoped. He'd be fine. Or would he? What if he said he wanted to wait so he could have time to tell he doesn't ever want kids? No, that's ridiculous. He loves small kids. But What if he's afraid of what kind of mother Mal would be because of who her mother was? What kind of mother would she be? She's only had Maleficent as an example and she wasn't exactly a good mother, she was a cold hearted monster in the form of a mother. Mal couldn't breathe. She was about to have a sort of mini panick attack. She was going to be a terrible mother. She couldn't have this kid. She'd ruin his/her life. The tears began streaming down. She couldn't. She just couldn't be a mother.

Ben finally got back home after a long day of meetings and paperwork, wet, cold and tired and by tired I mean really tired. Mal hadn't been feeling well lately so he'd convinced her to take the day off and to consult a doctor. Unfortunately, without her, running the country was difficult as her leadership skills often prevailed during these type of  meetings and decisiveness helped in many ways. He was ready to get to his room, see his beautiful wife and take a nap before dinner while cuddling her. He walked into his room, shrugging off his soaking wet blazer and hanging it up on the coat rack before kicking off his shoes and loosening his blue tie.

"Mal?" He called out, as he sat on the bed, wondering where his beautiful wife may be. "Mal are you here?"he asked again .If she wasn't here, she'd probably be in the art studio down the hall. She tended to go there to relax if she was stressed. He passed by the bathroom door as he got up to go check. When he passed he heard the sounds of wheezing like they were short of breath. Like someone was having hard time while breathing. "Mal?" he asked slightly panicked. He grabbed the door handle and twisted, finding that it was luckily open. He rushed in to see his wife sitting by the bathtub, shaking and gasping for breath, obviously having a panic attack for some unknown reason.

He quickly rushed to her side. "Try and match my breathing, Mal." he said, slowly breathing in and out. Finally, after some time, Mal's breathing slowed down to a more normal pace. But the tears didn't stop though. She began sobbing loudly, crying into her knees. Ben tried to wrap his arms around her but she shrugged him off away from her small form.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." she kept whispering repeatedly.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Mal. You've done nothing wrong." Ben assured her. "What ever it is that brought this on, we'll work through it. Together."he added.

Mal let out another choked sob and hugged her knees tighter. Ben cautiously put a hand on her back, slowly rubbing it when she didn't shrug him off away like before.

"I'm not good enough for you. I'm sorry." she sobbed. Ben gently lifted her face so that her eyes met his own.

"Hey, hey don't say that. What brought this on?" he asked softly to his sobbing wife.