Doug had never thought of himself as a story teller. Even with three children now he still had no idea how to tell a good story. The last time he tried to tell a story he ended up making up a story that literally was so long that his second son, Marco, had gotten up to go play with his older brother to avoid the boring story. His first son, William, wasn't too interested in bedtime stories unless it was from a book after Doug tried to tell him a bedtime story. Evie was a much better story teller to the boys and whenever they asked for one, Evie would be in their room in a second and start telling them a magical story.

With it came to the third child, Dasha, it was only Doug that had to tell a story. He curses hatred on the soul of Hunter Huntsman, the son of the hunter who was hired to kill Snow White but realized that he couldn't bring himself to do so. Hunter was the same way, but one night was very different for him and he did a horrible thing.

He took Evie from this world.

Dasha born from a c-section because of the accident. She never got a chance to meet her mother and she would never know, from Evie's own mouth, how happy she was about Dasha. How excited she was when she learned she was pregnant for a third time. How overjoyed she was to hear the heartbeat. How even more overjoyed she was to learn she was finally getting a girl she had dreamed of since she and Doug married (and her childhood too). Dasha would never know how beautiful her mother was in person. She'd never know that her mother smelled like a million roses every single day. She'd never know the sound of her lyrically, soft voice in person and not on a stupid video and she'd never hear her mother say, "I love you, Dashy," every single day.

It was hard for Doug. He was glad to have Dasha but he missed Evie. What he hated the most was he was hoping Dasha would have her mother's hair color or eye color, or even both, but like her older bothers; Dasha had Doug's hair color and his eye color. Dasha was a very, very beautiful little girl. The fairest in the universe.

As Dasha got older Doug saw two things in her that were Evie. Dasha's wavy locks of hair and that beautiful smile that Doug loved so much on his late wife. It looked so much like Evie's grin that he cried a few times after Dasha would leave the room, because Evie's beautiful smile was gone from him.

Over the six years Doug had learned to be a single parent. He had his friends help of course when he needed it and he loved seeing his boys very happy and healthy since their mother died. William was ten and Marco was six when Evie passed away.

Now the sixteen year old and twelve year old both made sure to spend time with their little sister at least for an hour every day. Even if it meant dressing up in play clothes and wearing necklaces and rings and feather hats for pretend tea parties. Doug remembered the day that William and Marco convinced their five closest female friends to come over and have a tea party with Dasha and her friends. Eventually the boys parted ways when all the girls decided to paint their toenails and fingernails and discuss girly-things.

On Dasha's sixth birthday she had all her girl friends over and they did a bunch of girly things with her auntie Mal, who held the party at her castle with Ben since Doug's house would be a little to small for all the girls. Dasha had on a very pretty blue dress with a sequin belt and gold tiara. She looked a little bit like Evie that day.

Later that night Doug entered the little girls room and saw the blue nightgown clad girl using her new silver hair brush to brush her wavy hair. "Dashy, time for bed."

"Okay daddy." Dasha said. She put the brush down and walked over to her bed where Doug stood. Doug lifted the girl onto the bed and laid her down then covered her with the warm blankets. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight princess." He said said.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I have a bedtime story? Pretty, pretty please?" She asked sweetly.

"From which book?"

"Not from a book."

Crap. Doug hasn't told a bedtime story in over eight years. "Sure." He said though. He couldn't refuse his only daughter a story. "What story?"

Without having to think Dasha said, "A story about mommy."

"Which story?"

"I don't know. How about when you met mommy and what she was like and stuff." Dasha suggested.

Well, that couldn't be too hard. "Okay Dashy." He sat on her bed near her feet. Dasha sat up and went to sit on Doug's lap instead.

"Once upon a time Uncle Ben had decided that his first act as King was to have some children come to Auradon Prep. He picked mommy, auntie Mal, uncle Carlos and uncle Jay to come to Auradon and live here."

"Where did mommy and them live before?"

"On an island."

"Why?"

"Because that's where their parents lived." Doug answered. Evie's mother wasn't at all interested to be involved with Evie's life after she learned that Doug was the son of Dopey and therefore not a prince. Evie decided then to not even refer her mother as grandma. "Their parents did some pretty bad things and uncle Ben's mommy and daddy told them and a lot of other bad people they had to live there. Well they lived there and so mommy, auntie Mal, uncle Carlos and uncle Jay were born there."

"Okay."

"When mommy first came to Auradon she and your auntie and uncles were a shocked, because their old homes weren't as happy and not friendly to anyone."

"Were they friendly?"

"Yes." Doug said. They were sort of friendly, in their own evil-like ways. "I met mommy when I was telling her what her classes were at the school and the second I saw her, I thought she was the most beautiful princess in the world. I was pretty excited to learn I shared a class with her too. Chemistry." Dasha giggled at that. "What's funny?"

"Auntie Mal says that you and mommy have great chemistry, she found it ironic that you and mommy shared that and a class named it too."

"Yeah, that's pretty funny isn't it?" Doug laughed. "Well mommy wasn't so interested in dating me at the time but I still liked her a whole bunch. When she got upset about something I tried to cheer her up." Doug told her. He held back about the time Chad had forced Doug to not speak to Evie, after the meltdown on Parent's Day. "It was at the end of Uncle Ben's birthday that I asked mommy out and she said yes." Doug said. "How's that for a story?"

"Keep going." Dasha said.

"Keep going?"

"Yeah. Keep going." Dasha smiled.

Can't say no to that Evie smile.

"So mommy and I, at the age of sixteen—because that's the age you are suppose to date and not a day earlier— began dating and we dated throughout high school."

"What 'bout after? Did you stay together after?"

"Well...no, not really. Mommy thought it would be best to break up because we were going to different schools for college. She was going to Auradon University and I was going to another school over three hundred sixty miles away. I didn't want too break up with her and I told her we would always be together." Dasha's smiled went away. "But by Christmas, mommy couldn't stand being alone and only wanted me so we got back together." Doug said. It was actually Valentine's Day when she wanted to get back together, but he needed it to be sooner for Dasha to bring back the smile.

"Four months is a long time, daddy."

Six months is longer and more horrible! "I know. So mommy and I stayed together from that point forward and the day she graduated college was the night I proposed to mommy."

"Was she pretty at the wedding?"

"Mommy was very pretty at the wedding. Mommy had designed her own wedding dress, veil, shoes and jewlery for the wedding. She was the most prettiest bride out of all the brides in the world."

Dasha giggled. "I'm telling Audrey."

Dough laughed. "No silly, even Audrey agreed to mommy's beauty. We got married on that wonderful April tenth night."

"When did you guys have Willy?"

"Well...we were going to wait a year, but Willy decided to join mommy and I seven months later." Doug blushed. Okay, so they did things before marriage. But hey, if they waited any longer than they wouldn't of had this William! It'd be some other William! "He wanted to be born a little bit earlier than other babies."

"Where do babies come from?" Dasha wondered.

"That's a different bedtime story." Doug said. "Time for bed, Dashy."

"No, keep going. Tell me about mommy having me."

"Come on Dashy, it's bed time." Doug said. He really didn't want to go into details about that.

"No!" Dasha yelled. "I want to know about my time with mommy!"

Doug felt like he wouldn't win with her, so he just decided to tell her as child-friendly as possible. "Mommy was so happy to learn she was pregnant again for a third time. When we left the doctors she made me pull over to a store and inside she bought lavender paint."

"Why?"

"Because she felt like she was having a girl and instead of the usual pink she wanted to be different and went for lavender." Doug said. That was true. Evie was convienced that the color lavender was very light blue, her color, and very light pink, a usual girl color, made lavender. "And when she learned you were going to be a girl she was over joyed to the moon and back to have a girl."

"Did she think of my name?"

"In a way, yes." Doug smiled. Evie wanted a beautiful name for her beautful girl and no matter how hard she looked for girl names that sounded beautiful, looked beautiful or meant beautiful (Belle, Bella, ect) she never found one. He recalled the night that Dasha's name was made.

Doug and Evie were on their couch one night laying down at opposite ends. Doug was rubbing Evie's feet as she went through a list of girl names.

"Doug I can't find a good name for her!"

"Evie, she'll have a beautiful name no matter what."

"But this could be our last child and I really want a good name her our daughter. A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl. It has to be beautiful! It has to be wonderful like her brothers names are dashing."

"Why don't we call her Dashelle than? Like Dashell, but an 'E' at the end?" Doug laughed. "Or how about...Dasha."

Evie smiled. "Dasha." She repeated. "That's a beautiful name! Nobody else has a name like that!"

"I...was kidding." Doug said dumbfounded. He personally found the name stupid. He just made it up on the spot. At least Dashelle sounded better. "Dasha is—"

"Going to be a beautiful girl with a beautiful name!" Evie smiled. "You are the smartest man on this planet, Doug! You deserve an award!"

"An award?" Doug questioned.

"It'll be in the bedroom. Go in there in about ten minutes." Evie winked as she got off the couch and waddled to the stairs. Doug laughed, he knew what that meant.

"I like Dasha." Dasha smiled.

"Me too." Doug said.

"What happened to mommy?"

Doug thought quickly for a simple answer. "Mommy wasn't feeling good one night. She had a bad headache and was sick, so she wanted to go out for a walk..." Doug paused when he thought of what to say next. It would be too tragic for Dasha, he thought. "But she still wasn't feeling good so she went to the hospital."

"Was it me? Did I do something?"

"No." Doug said quickly. "You didn't do a thing. Mommy was just very sick. An angel came to her and said she could help her get better."

Dasha was smart enough to know what that meant. "Couldn't the doctors help her like they helped me when I fell out of that tree last year and broke my left arm?"

"They tried everything they could, but nothing was working for them." Doug said. "Only the angel could help mommy."

"But...I was still in mommy's tummy." Dasha said.

"The angel knew that. So the angel said she would pick you up from mommy's tummy, just like she placed you in there."

"An angel put me in mommy's tummy? Cool."

"Yeah totally." Doug agreed. "Mommy wanted to stay here with you and your brothers and I, but she would be in a lot of pain if she stayed here with us."

"I wouldn't want mommy to be hurt all the time."

"Me either, Dashy. So mommy said she would go with the angel, just as long as mommy was the one to be our guardian angel."

"What's that?"

"A guardian angel? She's an angel that watches over the special people that she loves. Mommy is watching over us all the time." Doug said. Smiling he added, "Sometimes if your real quiet and there is no other sound around you can sometimes hear a faint voice singing and that's mommy singing."

"Really?"

"Yes." Doug said. "She had a real pretty voice when she sang."

"Do you miss mommy?"

"I do. But when I look at your bothers and you, I see mommy every day." Doug told her. "Whenever William gets angry, he places his hands on his hips and sort of angerily taps his foot on the ground in place and huffs out once. When Marco is baking he is always trying to mix new ideas together just like mommy whenever she baked. Baking was like chemistry for her, except she could eat it. Marco also likes to clean and mommy loved cleaning too. When you smile, Dasha, I see mommy smile all the time." Dasha smiled at that comment. "There. That's mommy's big smile. And your hair is wavy like mommy's hair too."

"What does mommy look like?"

"I've shown you pictures."

"I know, but I wanna hear it." She said.

"Mommy had large, brown eyes that make people melt in love with them. Mommy's hair was sort of a wavy, curly style and was black-and-blue toned. It was really beautiful too." Doug said.

"You said mommy made her own wedding dress? Did she make her own clothes all the time too?"

"She did." Doug said. "Same with shoes and jewelry." Then an idea came into his head. Evie had wanted to save it for Dasha's sixteenth birthday, but Doug felt like now was a good time too. "Stay here Dasha."

Doug got up and left his daughter's room and went into his room down the hall. He walked into the closet and took a box from the top shelf. It was a box that was similar to the bag Evie used in high school. He opened the box and took out a couple of things before putting the box back on the top shelf for safe keeping. Doug returned to Dasha's room and sat back down. He held up a photo of Evie when she was nine months pregnant, taken two weeks before Dasha as born.

"See this Dasha? This is right before you were born." Doug held out the picture. It was Evie standing in an angle in front of the newly put up Christmas tree. She had on a beautiful blue dress that was simple. She was smiling at the camera while William and Marco were decorating the tree, possibly implying that Evie was supervising the boys and making sure the tree didn't knock over.

"That's me in mommy's tummy?" The little girl asked.

"Yep. That's you in mommy's belly." Doug said. "She never liked having her picture taken when she was pregnant with any of you guys, but this is the only picture she loved the most out of the three times she had you and your brothers."

Doug reached into his back pocket and pulled out one more thing. "And this is your gift from mommy." Doug held up a necklace. Not just any necklace, Evie's necklace with the red ruby in the middle. "She wanted to give this to you on your sixth birthday."

Dasha's eyes sparkled when she saw the necklace. "That's pretty, daddy" She grinned. Doug handed her the necklace and she held it in her hands. "Did mommy make this?"

"No. It was her birthday gift when she turned six." Doug said. At least that was true. Evie got it as a gift early in the morning of Evie's birthday, before the meltdown between Evil Queen and Maleficent at the actual party.

"It's...pretty." Dasha yawned between the two words. A large yawn.

"Time for bed, Dashy." Doug said as he took the necklace and put it on her table stand next to her bed. "You can try it on tomorrow."

"Okay." Dasha said and crawled back under the covers. Doug covered her back up. "Daddy? Willy and Marco said that you tell bad stories. I think they're wrong. You tell really good stories, daddy."

"Thanks Dashy," Doug said. He kissed her forehead once more. "Goodnight princess. I love you."

"Love you too." Dasha smiled as she rested against the pillow case.

Doug turned off the lights right before leaving the room, turning back to see Dasha still in the process of falling asleep and her nightlight shining next to her. He left the door a crack open for Dasha to find if she needed to use the bathroom during the night.

Doug checked on Dasha while later around midnight. Still sound asleep. Doug walked over to tuck her in a bit and saw her wearing Evie's necklace and the photo of Evie held in her arm along with Dasha's play doll. Doug smiled as he pulled the covers up a bit more, brushed back some of her hair then left the room for the rest of the night. Even asleep, Dasha somehow managed to look like Evie.

Up next is a short little epilogue.

How was this?