The first thing Evie saw when she woke up was an empty bed where her boyfriend Doug was supposed to be. Sitting up and frowning, she looked around and was ready to stand up but just as she swung her legs over her side of the bed, Doug came into the room with a platter of syrup full pancakes, sliced apples and apple juice. Evie smiled.
"Whats the occasion?"
"Have you forgotten? Its mothers day!" Doug said, bring Evie's food to the bed where she sat down.
Evie grinned at the food as her stomach rumbled. "Thanks babe, you're the best." She said before rewarding him with a peck on the lips.
Doug laughed. "Looks like our little baby is hungry. You better eat up quickly, it's its reward."
"Why?" Evie's words were slightly muffled by the chewing of food.
"It didnt give you morning sickness today."
Evie slowly nodded, realising that Doug was right.
Doug put his mouth closest he could to Evie's belly where his mouth would not get obstructed by the breakfast tray, and said, "Hey peanut. Its our first mothers day. Be good for mommy."
Evie giggled. Doug was so sweet with her and their now 10 week old foetus. He would be a really good dad, if only she could be a good mother.
Speaking of mothers, she hadnt spoke to hers since the last month. Yea, they still talked. While the other parents of her friends were horrible to their children, Cruella treating Carlos as a servant, Maleficent treating Mal as a nothing and Jafar treating Jay as a free sponsor, Evil Queen actually loved her daughter. Unlike Cruella, who loved her coats more than her son, Maleficent, who loved power and being feared more than her daughter, and Jafar, who preferred riches to his son, Evil Queen actually favoured Evie's wellbeing to her own makeup, though makeup was an extremely close second. There was once where she got a little bit of her mascara smudged in a fight against a few men who tried to rape her daughter, and even though Evil Queen had fixed her makeup straight after and complained to Evie non stop after that, Evil Queen had still sacrificed beauty for her daughter, it was a fact. Evil Queen was actually a good mom, other than the fact that she pressured Evie to be second fairest of them all all the time, Evil Queen did kiss her daughter to bed, told her daughter bed time stories, and taught her daughter things cooking, sewing and, of course, how to be well groomed. Well, she was trying to give Evie an example of a good wife so that she can be one when she becomes a princess, but Evil Queen did care about her daughter. When Evie got hurt, she would heal her, and when Evie got scared, as long as Evie didnt cry and ruin her makeup, Evil Queen would console her.
Evie missed her mother terribly, and since she was young, she did celebrate mothers day with her mother, and she did last year too, through the internet, but Evil Queen was sure to question the change of surrounding when she saw it through the video chat, and Evil Queen would ask who Doug was, if she saw him. Evie would have to come clean, and even though she was a great liar, her mother was a fantastic lie detector, especially if her own daughter were lying.
Doug noticed the negative change in Evie's expression and questioned her. "Whats wrong?"
Evie looked at Doug, knowing that she couldnt and didnt want to lie to him, she spilled the beans. "I miss my mom. I always celebrate mothers day with her, you know that. But this time... i kind of want to tell her about us... about everything. Our new place, our relationship, and most importantly, our child."
Doug understood everything since he and Evie never kept any secrets from each other. Evil Queen would never want Evie to marry someone who was not a prince, not to mention the son of one of her sworn enemies. But if Evie wanted it...
"Lets do it." He said, determination clear in his voice.
Evie looked at him sceptically. "You sure?"
"Yea. If you want it, lets do it."
Evie smiled nervously and nodded. "Lets do it."
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Parenthood | A Devie Fanfiction
FanfictionIn which Doug and Evie discover the ups and downs of the first stage of parenthood.