The Descendants' Descendants (Multi-Ship)

*16*

"Well, that definitely explains why I started showing sooner than the other girls," Jane sighed once they were home. "I can't believe I can't graduate early!"

"Jane, it's gonna be okay," Carlos told her. "I'm sure we can work something out. Fay, please tell me we can work something out."

Fairy Godmother sighed. "I don't know what we can do," she admitted sadly.

"My life is ruined!" Jane cried.

"No, no, there has to be something we can do here," he begged. "We can do both. Jane has always been able to achieve what she wants, and it can't stop now because of me. I... I don't want to be the reason her life falls apart."

"Oh, Carlos," Jane sniffled. "It took two people to make these babies. If you're going to blame yourself for my life being ruined, then you'll have to blame me, too. I made the same choice you did."

"Your life isn't ruined, my sweet," her mother told her, pulling her in for a hug. "Maybe you can take the rest of the year off and start fresh next year. Technically, you'd still be graduating early, because you'll only be seventeen."

"I think I'd rather just drop out at this point," Jane sighed. "Twins are going to be a handful, so it's not exactly like my social life will be thriving."

"No, Jane," Carlos said sternly, surprising both Jane and Fay. "First of all, it's not the end of the world if you graduate next year. Second of all, all of our friends will be parents, too, so our social life will probably revolve around play groups for the kids anyway. Which, if you really think about it, doesn't sound all that bad. Look, I'll be here for you, forever. I love you. So whatever you do, we'll do together."

"Carlos," Fay laughed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were proposing to my daughter."

"I—uh—I mean..." Carlos stuttered, making and her mother raise their eyebrows. "No. I mean, I would love to, but I don't even have a ring, and I'd rather save my money for a cottage for us. Not that I think getting married isn't important; of course it is—I'm just not in a position to give you a ring right now, and—"

"Carlos!" Jane yelled. "Carlos, you don't need to get me a ring. Or any sort of jewellery, for that matter. It'd probably stop fitting me soon because of how swollen I'm about to get. It's not conventional, but if you want to propose, do it."

"Before you do, Carlos," Fay interrupted, "come on a walk with me."

•••

As they walked through the estate grounds, Carlos listened intently as Fay began speaking to him. "I would do the whole 'what are your intentions with my daughter' speech, but I think it's fairly moot at this point," she chuckled. "In all seriousness, though, I couldn't imagine a finer young man for my Jane. I have to say, out of all of the VK's who stepped out of that limo that day, you had to have been the least intimidating. That's what gives me the confidence to know you'd never hurt her. With all that said, this belonged to my mother." She produced a ring from her pocket. "When you'd like to propose to Jane, keep it close to you," she advised him. "And Carlos? Thank you. Before you came along, all she ever did was stress. I'll admit that it was in part due to me; I put too much pressure on her when it wasn't needed. But now, she's almost carefree. Thank you for loving her."

"Fay, thank you," he replied. "You allowed me into your school, into your daughter's heart and into your home. I know I've messed up a fair bit since I came to Auradon, but hope I can do you proud."

"Oh, Carlos," she chuckled. "You already make me proud. I'm proud to call you the father of my grandchildren, and I'll be proud to call you my son-in-law. As for making mistakes? We all do. The important thing is that we learn. Besides, a little bit of learning through mistakes is what makes life so exciting and worth living."