This story will start off somewhat tragic, but will end with a hopeful vibe to it.

I had created the story when an idea came to mind about the origin of the gold dragon-heart necklace that Mal wore in the third movie. I thought that it had to have some sort of value to it since it appeared in a couple scenes. Then I thought of how the last book lists a few events regarding the senior class, that made me think . . .

Why not create an event where the seniors have to give a gift to one another at the beginning of the year? Kind of like a Secret Santa?

From those ideas I thought about how to make the necklace more special to Mal, so I decided it to have it described as a locket. As more and more ideas came to mind, I realized that we don't particularly know why Mal's 'logo' is the two dragons that form a heart. I came up with a couple different theories in two completely different stories, but the theory in this one will be the best in my opinion.

Obviously, with the title, you know that there's going to be a baby. I thought about it being a complete stranger and Mal having no idea who the father is. However, I decided that the story would be much better if I made a well-known, flirtatious character the father, since there appeared to be some sort of unclarified chemistry between him and Mal.

That is all I'm going to say now so I don't spoil some of the major plots of the story. I will say that this chapter borders the 'M' rating, so let me know if you think I should change it.

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN TRIGGER TOPICS, I.E. RAPE. DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE SUCH SUBJECT. THIS CHAPTER WILL GO INTO SOMEWHAT DETAILS ABOUT IT.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

The day Mal's life changed forever happened because of a mistake she made on Halloween night.

You see, the citizens of the Isle of the Lost loved to celebrate the holiday since it gave them an excuse to be even more wicked than usual. The children played nasty tricks on the adults during the day, while teenagers and their parents partied on opposite sides of the island. On this particular Halloween, the parents were partying at Hell Hall while the teenagers partied on Captain Hook's ships.

Usually, Mal wouldn't be caught dead by the docks since she and Uma were practically mortal enemies. Since Jay and Harry Hook were pretty good friends, the teenage girls called a truce on the holiday to prevent them from ruining the boys' friendship. Besides, they wouldn't have to see one another as Uma would be working all night at her mother's restaurant.

Despite calling the truce so the boys could spend time together, a fifteen-year-old Harry Hook stayed by a fourteen-year-old Mal's side the entire time.

You may be wondering why their ages were specifically stated. Once we get further into the story, you'll understand why such a thing occurred. Trust me, age plays a critical role in this plot.

Anyways, practically no one paid attention to the pirate and the fairy's unusual interaction. Most who noticed shrugged carelessly, believing that Harry was getting close to Mal because his captain was nowhere in sight.

However, no one noticed Mal being pressured to drink.

What? They were children of villains! None of them followed the rules, so why would the teenagers listen to a drinking age limit?

Maybe if they had, Mal wouldn't have been placed in this predicament.

In fact, when thinking back on the events leading to the mistake, Harry had only one shot of whiskey the entire night. Compared to his one shot, Mal consumed enough to be on the border line of alcohol poisoning. Mal had made it clear when the party began that it was her first-time drinking, but Harry forced her to continue downing shots of whiskey and drinking semi-tall glasses of rum until he was satisfied with her drunken state. It was almost like he planned to get her drunk from the beginning—

Which makes Mal feel more . . . violated than she already was.

The fairy doesn't recall much of the Halloween party due to her being so intoxicated. Mal does remember, after having her last drink, begging Harry to take her away from the party because she wasn't feeling well. Harry complied, but instead of walking her home led her to his bedroom. Mal tried asking why they were there, but Harry interrupted her with a powerful kiss.

Now, Mal will admit, she has had somewhat of a crush on the pirate for the past couple years. She even imagined a time or two where she wanted to possibly date him, but never acted on it since her friend also had a small crush on him too. Her friend's crush on the pirate is less obvious due to him being such close friends with Harry.

But this changed Jay's whole perspective on the crooked pirate.

Mal had, at one time, believed that kissing Harry would be a dream come true. But this drunken kiss . . . she never felt so disgusted in her life. Harry had grabbed the back of her neck so she couldn't escape the lip-lock and proceeded to roughly grope her ass like he owned it. Mal tried her hardest in her drunken state to fight back, but slowly gave up from the lack of energy and lack of coherency. Once she fully lost the motivation to fight, Harry forcefully shoved her onto his bed and had his way with her. When he removed his shirt during a break in the kiss, Mal blacked out.

Although some may not believe it, but Mal couldn't see anything for short periods of time. However, she could feel everything that was happening to her. She could feel Harry tugging her clothes off like it was a race or a competition to get it done as fast as possible. With no warning, Mal felt this unbearable pain that caused her to let out a blood curdling scream, but Harry silenced her with another kiss.

Even if Harry allowed her to scream her lungs out for his sick pleasure, no one would be able to hear the fairy. On the main deck a few feet above, a live band was playing at an obnoxiously loud volume while the teenagers singed off-tune at the top of their lungs. No one had paid them any attention when they were leaving, so why anyone notice them being gone? After all, everyone was having so much fun at the party that they really didn't care who was around.

There was a time or two that Mal believed the torture was over with, but then she would hear Harry mumble something about another round. Before she could comprehend what he had said, Mal would feel him on top of her again and the revoltingly painful feeling returned. This routine probably occurred . . . three times? Maybe four? Mal lost count after the third because of how mortified she truly was.

Time passed by with Mal finally regaining her vision. The first thing she could see was the morning light gleaming through the window of the ship. Forcing herself out of bed while carefully removing Harry's arm off her so the pirate wouldn't wake, Mal dressed in her tossed aside clothing while fighting the massive headache and the gut-wrenching feeling in the pit of her stomach. It didn't help that she had the strong urge to vomit the liquids she was forced to consume the night before.

As quietly and as quickly as she could, Mal fled the pirate ship before anyone could see her there and before anyone could wake. As soon as she was finally away from the docks, Mal stumbled to the nearest alley-way and vomited all the contents of her stomach, which happened to be nothing but pure liquid.

Once that was over with, the fairy debated where she should go at the moment. Maleficent would surely be awake by the time Mal returned home and wouldn't want to listen to what happened to her daughter. Even if she did, Maleficent would most likely ridicule her for being so weak and for giving in so easily.

Mal considered going to her father, Hades. Although her parents separated nearly ten years ago, Mal tries to spend each weekend with him to keep their relationship alive, though no one knows that they are relatives. Hades would be more considerate of her feelings, but would end up confronting the pirate and create a major scene. Everyone would give looks of pity that would make her feel more worthless than she already felt.

Besides, there was one person that Mal wante—no, needed to tell before anyone else.

So, hugging herself tightly in a way to comfort herself, Mal slowly staggered to the hideout at the center of the island. A couple years ago, she and Jay found the abandoned building and decided to make it their safe haven; a place to hide from their parents and to confide in one another about their secrets or feelings. The hideout is where Jay finally revealed to Mal that he was gay, which made her respect him more than before for having the courage to tell her something that others would ridicule him for.

Not long after Mal arrived at the hideout, Jay appeared looking like he had the best night of his life. His happiness quickly faded away when he noticed Mal rocking herself back and forth on the lumpy couch, like she had experienced the worst night of her life.

Wordless, Jay knelt before her and rubbed soothing circles on her knees in an attempt to calm her down, though it made her more tense than at ease. It took some time, but while fighting back tears and the sobbing, Mal told her best friend what occurred just a few hours before. Her skin was practically crawling from the inside from telling her tragedy. Meanwhile, Jay's blood boiled in rage, but he kept his composure for her sake. He was so surprised that Mal could keep her emotions together despite going through such a horrifying scenario.

"Who do you want to tell?" Jay questioned as an unspoken thought lingered in the air. "Just in case?"

"Not my mother," Mal declared with an adamant shake of her head. "There's no telling what she will say or do to me. The only other person I would be comfortable telling is my dad . . . Hades."

Jay allowed his jaw to slack slightly at the announcement. "Hades is your father?" He questioned rhetorically, though he shook his head in amusement a few moments afterwards. "No wonder you have such a bad temper. You probably got it from him."

"And hopefully he won't unleash his temper on me," Mal grumbled while bowing her head in shame.

"Hey." Jay raised the fairy's chin as gently and as carefully as possible so she could gaze at him without flinching. "He won't. I have never met him, but I know you two love each other just by the way you said his name. We will help you get through this."

"What if I'm . . ." Mal trailed off, unable to speak the idea that was still circling the air.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," Jay reassured with a nod of confidence. "For now, let's go to your dad. He will be able to comfort you more than I ever could."

With it still being the early morning on that Saturday day, no one was walking through the streets of the Isle of the Lost, giving the duo the perfect opportunity to travel to Hades's home, which was in an underground mine that was created a few years before they were born. However, once they traveled to the underground tunnel, Jay had to pick the lock on the skull shaped gate since Mal left her skeleton key at their hideout. Within a minute, the expert thief managed to unlock the gate allowing the duo venture deeper underground.

Now, they had the option to pedal a minor bike through the tunnel, but Mal was feeling so miserable that she barely had the motivation to walk. When Jay offered to carry her, the fairy flinched at the idea before shaking her head adamantly at the idea. Physical contact at the moment would make her feel worse since it would remind her off what happened mere hours before.

After what felt like hours, the two finally arrived at the end of the trail which could be described as a man-cave, since it was literally a cave. It was a large spacious place that had a makeshift kitchen on one side, a door on the other side that led to a bedroom that Mal usually slept in, and a living room set up in the center: a large, lumpy couch near the back wall with a box TV resting on crate a few feet away from them.

In the kitchen barely big enough to fit one person, Hades was in the middle of cooking a somewhat edible breakfast with the spoiled ingredients sent from the mainland. Having heard footsteps from behind him, Hades slightly shouted, "You're early Mali! I'll have the food ready in ten. If you can't wait there may be something in the—"

"Daddy," his beautiful little girl sobbed irregular of herself.

Tensing up at the unfamiliar tone, Hades whirled around to witness the tears that streamed unchecked down his daughter's cheeks. With another sob, Mal surged forward to hug her father, causing him to instinctively swallow her in a comforting embrace. Feeling so protected, shielded, and safe in his arms, Mal let out piercing scream as she cried carelessly into her father's chest, breaking his heart at the unfamiliar action.

Since she was unable to do so, Jay slowly explained the general events of what happened to the broken girl the night before and into the morning, careful to not go into detail to prevent her from getting more upset than she already was. Either way, Mal tightened her hold on her father as he slowly rubbed the top of her head down to end of her below shoulder-length purple hair.

"Mali," Hades cooed ever so gently. "I need you to look at me."

Reluctantly, Mal raised her head to gaze at her father. The god's temper flared at the sight of her puffy red eyes and her pale cheeks all cause by the tragic events that cruelly happened to her. However, he kept his anger momentarily in check for the sake of his daughter, who needed his calm composure more than ever.

"Yes or no," he began before asking the question he already knew the answer to, "did he use protection?"

As the god suspected, Mal shook her glumly. "He didn't," she denied through a sob. "I checked before I left this morning. I couldn't find anything."

"That's okay," Hades quickly reassured. "That doesn't necessarily mean that will happen, but we will have to tell Yen Sid. He can get a test from Auradon to deny or confirm it. If you are, then will you—"

"Keep," Mal decided surprisingly quickly as she bravely wiped away a stray tear. "Despite what horrendous event that created them, they are still innocent. But if Mother finds out—"

"She won't," Hades reassured softly. "We will tell only Yen Sid at the moment. It may take some time before we get the test, so we will have to wait. For now, continue going to school and go about your daily activities. Your mother will suspect something if you suddenly break your routine."

Kissing his daughter's forehead lovingly, Hades mumbled, "Don't worry. I will be here to help you through everything. Nothing will happen to you . . . or them."