DISCLAIMER: Most definitely not mine.

A/N: So I really, really loved Descendants. Like, I'm in my teens; I shouldn't love this movie as much as I do. But I do. So I kind of wrote a fic.

Evie stands just outside the door while Mal slowly unwraps the package Carlos has snagged for her. Carlos and Jay are in the room with Evie, but not as close to the bathroom just off of Mal and Ben's bedroom as the girl.

They've been married for two years, together for eight, and neither has ever brought up the subject of children more than a vague someday. Of course, as the king and queen of Auradon, they're obviously going to have kids, but it's always been vague about when.

Of course, when might very well be eight or less months from now, depending on the outcome presented on the innocent-looking yet terrifying white stick.

After she's done her business, she exits the room and places the stick on the table, face-down. Jay comes next to her and takes her hand, while Evie wraps her arms around her and Carlos rests his head on her shoulder.

"Does Ben know?" Evie whispers, breaking the silence as the seconds tick down on the clock.

"I don't want to get his hopes up," Mal replies, but she doesn't mention that she has no idea how he'll react to this. Mal's shaking voice from earlier is the most that she has let her pseudo-siblings know that she is incredibly terrified.

The silence returns with a vengeance as the clock continues to count down until the two minutes are up. Mal makes no move towards the stick.

"Evie, why don't you look," Jay finally says, and it's clearly not a question. Evie reaches for it but Mal's arm reaches out and grabs her wrist.

"I have to do it."

"Are you sure, M?" Evie asks.

"I have to do it," Mal repeats, removing her shaking hand from Evie's wrist. She picks it up, taking great care to keep it face-down, and then takes a deep breath.

That's when the door bursts open.

"Chip said you were sick while I was go-"

Ben stops mid-sentence, his eyes locking on the stick in his wife's hands. Mal closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, then opens them again to see Ben hasn't moved a muscle.

"Mal," he finally whispers, stepping towards the four of them, "Is that-"

"Yes," she says quietly.

"What does it say?"

"I haven't looked yet," Mal replies.

"We'll give you two some space," Evie says, practically dragging Jay and Carlos out of the bedroom and shutting the door behind them.

The silence regains again. Ben walks the rest of the way up to Mal and wraps his arms around her waist, planting a kiss to her head as he does so.

"Are you ready to look?" he asks.

"I am now."

She flips it over. Two lines.

Positive.

Pregnant.

She breaks out of his embrace and sits down on the side of the bed, placing her hand over her still-flat stomach. She isn't looking at him, but she can feel his gaze on her.

He doesn't ask for her to tell him what it says, which she assumes is based on her reaction. Neither of them have said anything yet. The silence is overwhelming, so Mal finally asks, "How do you feel?"

"Shocked. How about you?"

"Honestly? Nauseous."

"Morning sickness or something else?"

"I don't know."

"Listen to your heart."

"I am, and I don't know how to feel," she reveals, finally looking him in the eye. "I want to be happy that there's going to be more of you out there, that we're going to have a baby. But I don't know if I can be a mother, Ben."

"You aren't her, Mal."

"I don't know anything else," she whispered. "I know that I have a dad, but I don't know who the hell he is. The only way I know how to raise a child is the way my mother raised me. If you hadn't asked me to come here, I wouldn't have stood up to her. None of us would have."

"The way our parents raised us isn't the only way to raise a child. You'll know exactly what not to do."

Mal couldn't help it and laughed, burying her face into her husband's shoulder.

"You really think we're cut out for this?" she asks.

"I think so."

The silence returns, but it's a comforting one this time. Ben's hand has joined Mal's on her stomach.

"I have one rule," Mal whispers into her husband's ear.

"What is it?"

"If it's a girl, we do not name her Bertha. Under any circumstances."

Ben laughs, but agrees nonetheless, saying that 'Florian' is not an option, either.

She has no doubt in her mind that Ben will make a great father.

She just hopes that she can be a great mother.

A/N: One-shot for now, but could maybe become a multi-chap.