Choosing Life

Chapter Sixty

Evie sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed at the doctor's office. It was hard, being away from work, but Gil had insisted she get checked out after she had gotten sick in her studio.

She had no idea why she was sick all the time, but she knew that after about four months of nonstop nausea and lethargy, she was about ready to scream.

"You okay?" Doug asked.

"Yeah," Evie sighed. "Just...hope they give some answers."

Doug gave her a small smile. "I'm sure they will. And if they don't, they'll tell us who will have the answers."

"I know, I know," Evie said before sighing again. "I just...I don't know. It's hard to explain what I want to find out you know?"

"I get it," Doug nodded and gently took her hand. "You spent so much time on the Isle without a medical system that it would make sense that, even after all these years on the mainland, it'd be strange going and trusting the doctors. Which is why I called in a favor."

"What do you mean?" Evie asked as the door opened and the doctor walked in.

"Hey Uncle Doc," Doug said with a grin.

Doc grinned at the two of them. "Hello! I understand that you're not feeling well, your highness?"

"Oh, you don't have to call me that. You're family," Evie said. Snow, as a wedding present, had gifted Evie the title of Princess of the Summerlands as was her right as her step-sister. Granted she would be last in line after Emma and her children and then Neal but Evie was just happy for the title.

Plus, if she was honest, a small petty side of her relished being called 'your highness' even though it had been years since her first day in Auradon where Audrey had so graciously informed her she had no royal status in Auradon.

"Well yes but you're still a princess, Evie. But for your sake, I'll drop the title. What seems to be the issue?"

Evie gave Doc a small smile. "I've been having reoccurring nausea and feeling lethargic for a while, I thought it was just a bug but after Emma, Emir, Gil, Doug, Snow, David, and my father all said I should see a doctor, I thought it was a good idea."

"Yes, because you weren't just nauseous but actively throwing up," Doug said, shaking his head.

Doc nodded. "I see. And please forgive me for asking but are you currently craving anything?"

Evie bit her lip. "This is going to sound odd but...I've been craving cinnamon sugar cupcakes?"

"Okay then, why don't I draw some blood for some tests, get you something for the nausea and then get you a cupcake," Doc nodded. "Doug, can I see you for a moment?"

Doug nodded and the uncle and nephew pair walked out of the room. Once they were in the hall and Doc was certain the door was shut, he smiled at Doug.

"What is it? Do we need to be worried?" Doug asked.

"Doug, I'm certain you have nothing to worry about," Doc said. "I wanted to ask you this in private, that's all."

"Oh...ask me what?"

"What your father's grandparent name was going to be."

Doug paused and then raised an eyebrow. "Uncle Doc, you're not saying what I think you're saying are you?"

"I want to run the tests to be certain, that's why I wanted to ask you out in the hall," Doc said. "No sense in getting Evie's hopes up and then the test prove otherwise."

Doug couldn't help but smile as he heard the news. He didn't know why but he had no reason to doubt that Evie was pregnant. His uncle wouldn't have said anything if there was a chance that she wasn't.