I tried to avoid this fandom, really I did. However, I promised a co-worker I'd watch it and…I like this series. Sure it's flawed and dumb and corny at times, but I surprisingly enjoyed it. So much so that the plot bunnies wouldn't leave me be until I got this out.

A little backstory: Whenever there's anything with a romantic plot, I've noticed I tend to side with secondary/sidekick romances and this one is no exception. I was drawn to Evie & Doug more than Mal & Ben and they had so much potential concerning their backgrounds and where their relationship could go—and got shafted in the sequels, let's be honest. Evie also had a lot of character development and by the third movie became more of a maternal figure and this got me thinking if any of the VKs have kids first, it'd probably be her.

I've also been rewatching the 90s show The Nanny lately and following watching this series, this idea just kinda mashed together (I'm still not really sure how). I just tweaked the main plot of the season 6 episode "The Baby Shower" to fit more with Descendants canon and here we are now.

I hope you enjoy and I own nothing.

With a frustrated shriek, Mal threw a large pile of books on table where her friends had gathered (subsequently startling them). "Forget the Isle of the Lost," she sat down with a huff, "there is no place more evil and terrifying than magic grad school," this made her companions snicker until she shot them her death glare. "Please tell me one of you guys-" Jay cut her off by presenting her with strawberries. "Thank you!"

"Not that it was easy keeping them away from Miss 'Oh Please Let Me Have Just One'," Jay had diverted his head tilt toward Evie. "So let me thank you ladies in advanced for the next upcoming bruise on my arm."

"You'll live," Mal passed a strawberry to Evie.

"Thank you, Mal," Evie thanked her gal pal before giving Jay the side-eye. "At least someone here has manners."

"You shoved me off the table because I wouldn't let you have a strawberry!" Jay defended.

"Well I'm eating for two now!"

"Believe me, we've noticed."

"Choose your words carefully, Jay," Mal warned as Evie let out an indignant gasp.

"I meant it like she keeps using the fact that she's pregnant as an excuse get away with things more; it's not like I meant she eats more or that she's gotten fatter." Mal wasn't surprised when Evie shoved him again. "OW!"

"Next time use the word 'bigger'," Mal gave her friend another strawberry. "How are you feeling today, E?"

"Tired, sore, and really, really hungry," Evie dipped her strawberry in some of Carlos' chocolate pudding, "Same as yesterday, and the day before that, and more than likely tomorrow."

"Yeah, but it'll all be over in three more weeks."

"Hopefully sooner," she let out a satisfied moan when she bit into her strawberry.

"So Mal," Carlos decided to change topics, "how were your classes today?"

"The worst," Mal sighed. "If Auradon wasn't all about being fair, I would use my queenly advantage to have the professors go easy on me."

"I'm sure they weren't all that bad."

"Actually, I have been improving in my fortune telling class. Today I had my first successful vision of the future."

"That's great!"

"Granted it was my own and it was just Ben and I kissing during a starry night, but it's still an accomplishment. I'm kinda getting the hang of it, but Professor Merlin wants us to go out and practice on more people and I don't know if I'm ready yet."

"We're more people! Do us!"

"Guys-" soon Jay and Evie were joining in on Carlos' pleas. "Okay, fine!" She turned to the person on her left. "Carlos, give me your hands, palms up." An excited Carlos placed his hands in hers. "Ready?" Carlos nodded. "Okay," Mal closed her eyes. "I see…I see…."

"How can you see with your eyes closed?"

"Ssh!"

"Sorry."

"I see…well that doesn't make sense."

"Heh?"

"Since when do you have a pink jacket?"

Carlos blinked in surprise. "I don't have a pink jacket."

"Well you're definitely wearing a pink jacket. Wait…you're turning towards someone. You point your finger and you say something."

"What am I saying?"

"I don't know. For these visions I can only see things, not hear. You're saying it kinda slow though…and then you get into the backseat of a nearby limo."

"A limo? Like one of Ben's limos?"

"It does look familiar," Mal opened her eyes. "I just wish I could piece it all together and make it make sense. Who were you talking to and why were you getting into a potentially royal limo?"

"And why do I have a pink jacket?"

"Me next," Jay thrusted his hand at Mal. "And lemme know if you see a pretty, pink purse to match Carlos' pretty, pink jacket."

"C'mon, man!"

Mal closed her eyes and began reading Jay's palms. "I see…well that seems really generic."

Jay looked at everyone else for some sort of clue, but Carlos and Evie simply shrugged. "Generic is good, right?"

"Generic just means boring."

"Boring?"

"It's you playing in a Tourney game and winning."

"That's it?"

Mal opened her eyes. "Yeah, that's all I saw. You scored the winning shot and your team lifted you in the victory huddle."

"How come his vision was something simple and easy?" Carlos questioned.

"Yeah, but at least yours sounds interesting," Jay replied back. "It sounds like a fifty-fifty for all Tourney games I play."

"Except Mal saw one where you win."

"But did you see anything else, Mal?" Jay inquired. "Like a scoreboard or what team I was against? Are you sure it's one I haven't played yet."

"Honestly, Jay," Mal began, "I'm happy you're playing professionally and you're a superstar and all that, but I really don't care. All the games seem the same to me. The other guys were in green, if that helps."

"The Sherwood Falcons?"

"Again, Jay, don't care."

"I got a game against that team tonight. You think that's the one you saw?"

"I don't know; I'd have to go and be sure."

"Okay, so come to the game tonight."

"Ugh, but I just don't care!"

"But how will you know if the vision comes true if you don't see for yourself?"

Mal sighed. "Okay fine, I'll go."

"I'll pull some strings for V.I.P. seats."

"Yippee," Mal was obviously sarcastic.

"You're next, Evie."

While Mal held out her hands to her best friend, Evie hesitated. "I don't know."

"We're just doing this for fun, E."

"But what if you see something really bad?"

"The future's not set in stone, you know. None of these visions are specific or anything; they're all kinda vague and open to interpretation."

"Come on Evie," Carlos attempted to persuade her. "We all did it; it's your turn."

Evie reluctantly brought her hands toward Mal. "Nothing's definite," she whispered to herself as Mal read her palm. After a few moments of silence, Evie broke it. "She's not saying anything."

"Maybe she can't see anything for you yet."

"Mal?" Mal's eyes opened wide. "Mal, did you see anything?" Evie's hand went to her swollen stomach. "Is something wrong with my baby?"

"NO!" Mal responded rather loudly despite it being assuring. "No, what I saw had nothing to do with the baby."

"Thank goodness," Evie let out a relieved breath before getting back on the subject. "So you did see something?"

"Remember what I said about the future not being set in stone or definite or-"

"What did you see?"

"Well you were in your workroom working on a dress when someone walked in."

"Was it Doug?"

"No, it was someone that even I can't believe."

An interested Jay leaned forward. "Don't keep us in suspense!"

"Yeah," Carlos was equally curious, "who'd you see?"

Mal let out a deep breath. "I saw…" she paused for dramatic effect before breaking out into a grin, "…Uma!"

"Uma?!" it was evident the other three were surprised.

"And she asked you for a dress!"

"Uma?!"

"I know! I mean that really took me by surprise and just seems so unlike her—unless she's plotting on seducing someone at a ball or cotillion. Come on: that can NOT be real." Mal sighed. "I guess I don't really have the hang of this future-telling yet."

Evie patted Mal's hands. "Don't worry: you'll get better at your vision predictions." A buzz went off on Evie's phone. "Ugh," she rolled her eyes, "Dizzy just texted me that Chad is having another 'fashion emergency' and is demanding me to put in an appearance."

"He is your best customer."

"Sad, but true," Evie struggled to get up.

"Here," Carlos ran to help her, "let's get you up."

"Thank you, Carlos," she glared toward Jay. "At least someone is a gentleman."

Jay gave an irritated groan. "Well maybe if you warned me you were getting up, I could've helped."

"Bye guys," Evie waved goodbye as she headed off, her friends chorusing their goodbyes behind her.

"She seemed slightly more normal today," Carlos noted.

"That's because poor Doug is bearing the brunt of the hormone monster," Jay explained.

"Poor Doug," Mal's tone was bitter. "He deserves everything bad to happen to him after the vision I just saw."

"What does Doug have to do with Uma going into Evie's shop?"

"I didn't see Uma going into Evie's shop," Mal confessed. "My real vision for Evie was way different."

Carlos took Evie's former place beside Jay. "Was it really a vision with Doug?"

"You guys have to swear that what I'm about to tell you doesn't get back to Evie. This is just between the three of us."

"And you're telling me?" Carlos had a point. He wasn't exactly the best secret keeper.

"I have to tell someone soon or I'll burst."

"Must've been something bad," Jay deduced.

"I saw Doug in a bed that wasn't his with someone who definitely wasn't Evie." The boys gasped at this. "He had mouth open like this," Mal demonstrated with a jaw drop, "almost as if he was caught in the act."

"The act of betrayal!" Jay slammed his fist on the table.

"There's no way," Carlos refused to believe it. "Doug loves Evie more than anything. He would never do that to her; especially when they're having a baby. You think he was under a spell or something?"

"I have no way of knowing," Mal told them. "All of these visions were vague and I didn't hear anything."

"But you can see things," Jay pointed out. "So did you see who it was?"

Mal shook her head. "No, and I have no idea who she could be."

"What did she look like?"

"She had long, dark hair covering her face and the blanket on the bed was thrown over her lap almost like it was put there in a haste. Whoever she is: she had a nice pair of legs on her."

"She sounds pretty," Carlos felt the need to comment.

"Like Doug, the son of Dopey, could attract a pretty girl," Jay's reasoning had a playful humor in the tone.

"He's a really nice guy; girls like nice guys. He was nice to us when we first got here and fell in love with Evie for who she was."

"The dude had the hots for her the moment he laid eyes on her."

"Well that's 'cause Evie's pretty."

"Aren't you engaged to Jane?"

"Can I still think my lady friends are pretty?"

"Guys!" Mal tried to deviate the conversation back on track. "What are we gonna do?" They all tried to think. "Anything?"

"Nope."

Jay was in agreement with Carlos. "Nada."

"Maybe we should just tell-"'

Mal cut him off. "Do NOT finish that thought."

"-tell Evie."

"Carlos!"

"I stopped thinking about my suggestion, but I had to finish saying it. That is what you thought I was gonna say, right?"

"Yeah."

Jay nodded in agreement. "Even I knew you were headed with that."

A conflicted Carlos groaned in frustration. "Well why can't we tell Evie? It was when you read her palm so it kinda concerns her. Who knows: it's not like she'd believe it anyway."

"I wouldn't bet on it."

"This pregnancy has made Evie really emotional," Mal stated the case. "The hormone monster has her convinced Doug isn't attracted to her and therefore doesn't love her anymore. So the fact that I had a vision of Doug in bed with another woman probably doesn't help our case."

Carlos tried to be optimistic. "Well maybe your vision won't come true."

"You think so?" Mal couldn't help but sound hopeful.

"I mean…" Carlos gestured to his outfit, "…you really think I'd wear a pink jacket?"

"Or that Uma would willingly wear a dress," Jay added.

"The visions were kinda vague and you couldn't hear anything so maybe you weren't exactly doing it right."

"You even said this was just for fun."

Mal folded her arms and quirked her brow toward Jay. "Do you find anything fun about seeing your pregnant best friend's true love in bed with another woman?"

"Not with that tone, you don't."

"Jay!"

"Lighten up," he stood up. "Now come on: you and I have a game to get to."

"Do I still have to do that?"

"You want to know if your 'looking into the future thing' is right, don't you?"

"Can we just say I went and-"

"Mal."

Mal gave a defeated sigh. "Okay fine," she rose from her seat, "but I want the full V.I.P. treatment."

"Only the best of the best for Her Royal Purpleness," he held out his arm for her to take and together they walked off.

Carlos reached for a left behind strawberry and dipped it in his pudding. "My 'Royal Purpleness' nickname catches on so much better than his 'hormone monster' one."

I try to end on funny notes, but I make no promises.

I'm unclear how long this will be. Yes, I have everything outlined, but an outline isn't the real deal. I figured it'll be setup chapter, conflict chapter, and resolution chapter but it's just a matter of how to structure everything plus where to put other things I have planned.

And what could I have planned?