The Devie Story

You're Pregnant?

A/N: Most of the story will be in Evie's POV unless it says otherwise.

I look down at the white stick in my hand, it had two little pink lines and those pink lines mean so much. Oh god I really am pregnant. I throw the test in a plastic sandwich bag then into my purse. Ew I wasn't putting the test in my purse without something over it, that's just gross. I walk out of my bathroom into my dorm room I share with Mal who at the moment was pacing back and forth in our room until she saw me.

"Well?" She asks looking at me before walking over to me pulling me into a hug. I hug her back and start to cry into her shoulder. Me, Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen is pregnant with Doug, son of Dopey's child. My moms enemy. Mal started to rub my back slowly when she knew I had started crying.

Knock Knock

"Who is it?" I ask trying to hide the fact I was just crying, "Its Doug, Evie what's wrong? I know your crying." My eyes widen, crap I can't see him right now. I look desperately at Mal for help, "go to the bathroom lock the door and sneak into the hallway when I let him in." She whispers to me softly, I nod and head back to the bathroom making sure to grab my purse. I lock the door behind me as soon as the door closes. I tried to listen into the conversation going on with Doug and Mal before I left.

"Mal I know Evie was just in here. I'm not stupid, where is my girlfriend?" I could here Doug through the door, "I know she was crying I just want to make sure she's okay." Aww he cares so much about me, "Doug she doesn't want to see you at this moment." Mal says back to him. Oh no what if he takes what Mal says the wrong way, I can't lose him. "Is she with Happy's son again? I swear if she is...." Okay I'm not letting him finish that sentence. I unlock the door and come out of the bathroom looking directly at my prince. Yeah I know he's not a real prince, but he's my prince and I love my prince.

"Evie? Were you in the bathroom the whole time?" Doug asks looking at me, "Yes." I take a step closer to him taking his hands in mine, "and no I'm not seeing Happy's son, I never was. You are my one and only Doug. Didn't I tell you not to be dopey. Well if you didn't hear me the first time, I'm saying it again. Don't be dopey." I kiss his cheek before pulling away noticing him blushing. I giggle, oh the things I can do to him.

"So why didn't you want to see me?" He asks softly pulling me over to the bed, that's when I noticed Mal already left to give us some privacy. "Doug I don't know how to say this....." I trail off looking into his eyes. God I can't tell him, because if I do he's going to hate me, I can't have him hate me. "Princess you can tell me anything." He says softly wipping the tears, that I didn't even know were running down my face, away. "I know Doug, but I'm afraid you will leave me or hate me." I whisper softly before looking at the ground. He grabs my chin gently guiding it back up so I'm looking him in the eyes again. "Evie I could never hate you. I would never leave you." He pecks my nose making blush and giggle. I smile softly before getting up and walking over to my purse. He walks up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I lean back into him a little, feeling very comforted by his arms around me.

I take a deep breath before opening my purse, digging out the plastic bag from earlier, I turn to face him with the bag behind my back. "Doug I know that you said you could never hate me. But I think that after what I tell you you very might will." I say softly, "Princess even if you told me you didn't love me anymore I couldn't hate you." That makes me giggle a little, we have a quite weird relationship, but its the only one I ever what to be in. Wow, hold up. Did I pretty much say that I want to marry Doug. Well I mean I do, but like damn. I guess that that means I see our future together. That makes me smile softly. Oh right, task on hand. "Doug...." I pull the bag to front of me, showing Doug. He unwraps his arms from my waist taking the bag from my hands looking at it closely. "Is this what I think it is?" He asks softly looking back up at me. I nod slowly looking at the ground again tears threatening to fall, I know in a short few moments he'll be walking out that door and never coming back. That's what my father did to my mother why would this be any different.