I felt this story needed 3 parts. One part for the setup/backstory, one part where everything starts to happen, and one part where everything's resolved.

So I guess this is the part where everything starts to happen?

"Okay Evie," Carlos entered onto the scene, "I put that picture in the den." He noticed her quickly take her hand off the wall. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Evie tried to stay perky.

"She is not fine," Uma refuted. "She is havin' a baby."

"Say what?"

"Princess' water broke and she started havin' them pains."

"WHAT?"

"Oh really," Evie scoffed at their notion. "You guys are acting like this kind of thing doesn't happen."

"Not during a kingdom wide lockdown! Evie, you can't be having the baby!"

"I'm not."

"We're under lockdown, Doug's not here, we can't get a hold of anyone-"

"Carlos! Carlos, relax. Breathe," she and Carlos used one of her breathing techniques. "Yes, I know when the water breaks there's no turning back. This lockdown probably isn't going to last long and as soon as it's over, we'll call Doug and have him meet us at the hospital. I have a while. That last one was just one."

Uma folded her arms across her chest. "One out of how many?" Evie didn't respond. "When you called me earlier and stopped talking, you were having one of them. Weren't you?"

"Okay, yes," Carlos was about to lose his cool at Evie's revelation, "but that one didn't last very long, and neither did this one. Plus they haven't all been that close together."

"But you've had more than one?" Carlos questioned her.

"More than one what?" Jay made his way over to the group. "Somethin' goin' on I need to know about?"

"Evie's water broke."

Jay literally shrugged this off. "Then get her a new one."

"Baby water, Jay."

"Ah, that makes sense. 'Cause I didn't see her with-" the realization caught up with Jay, "-Evie, you're having the baby?!"

"At some point, yes," she answered back, "but not right now,"

"How can you be so calm?" Carlos clearly wasn't. "You just had an apostrophe!"

"Contraction," Evie corrected.

"Isn't somebody supposed to time them? Shouldn't we boil some water? Who's gonna deliver the baby?"

Evie was trying to keep cool, so she took in a deep breath and resisted the urge to slap him. "Carlos, relax. None of that is happening," he gave a noise between disbelief and uncertainty, "Okay, yes, it will be happening, but we have plenty of time. It might as well be common knowledge that first babies take their time to come out anyway. Stress is not healthy for me or my baby and will more than likely speed things up. So can we all just remain calm please."

"NO WE CANNOT!"

Evie looked to Jay. "Uma and I are going to the workshop to finish her dress. Could you please keep Carlos occupied so his freaking out doesn't freak the baby out?"

Jay recalled something. "Hey, earlier in your workshop before Doug left: you were having one of them tractions?"

There was no point correcting him. "Fine: I had one, happy now?"

"NO!" that was Carlos who answered on his behalf.

"Hey Bro," Jay physically turned Carlos away from Evie, "why don't you not spazz out over there?" He led him away.

"Come on Uma," Evie motioned toward the workshop, "let's finish your dress."

"Are you sure you can do…anything?" Uma questioned her. "Shouldn't you be lying down in agony cursing your husband? I don't mind the cursing part."

"You can't believe everything you see on movies and TV, you know."

"Okay but what if this baby thing does happen? Why do I gotta be in there?"

"I feel more comfortable if another woman was in the room with me. Since neither Mal nor my doctor is here, I'd feel better if you were in there with me."

"Please don't make me get all up in your business."

"It's not going to come to that. Even if it did: you won't have to. Gil will."

"I know I should be glad it won't be me, but you do realize which Gil you're talking 'bout, right?"

"Yes, I do, and I trust him." When the girls made it to the workshop, they came across Gil posing next to a mannequin. "Uh...is he having a posing contest with my mannequin or something?"

"Do you know who the man's father is?" Uma had a point. When Gil finally moved after some time, he let out a defeated noise. "What?"

"I lost," Gil announced.

"You lost?"

He pointed to the mannequin. "There's no way I can hold my pose as long as this girl can."

Uma diverted her attention back to Evie. "You sure you mean that Gil?"

…

"Dizzy and Celia couldn't have gotten far," Jane tried to assure Mal, Ben, and Doug during lockdown at Auradon Prep. "With the barrier up, they're gonna be found easier. Plus we should take comfort knowing that they weren't actually in the room when it happened."

"Yeah, but that just raises more questions as to why they weren't there," Doug figured. "If they knew this was going to happen, why didn't they try to get a teacher or Fairy Godmother to help them stop it?"

"What were they even doing?" Ben brought that point up. "We know Celia and Dizzy; they wouldn't do anything to cause this much damage."

Mal shot him a look. "But you're implying that they're likely to cause any sort of damage?"

"No, I'm not. I just want to make sense of this whole thing. The faster we figure this out, the faster we can get out of here."

"You think they're gonna call Dr. Facilier or Lady Tremaine?" Jane asked.

"Fairy Godmother has agreed to hold off on any calls until this thing is sorted out."

"We can't make any on lockdown anyway," a jittery Doug reminded as he looked at his phone.

"You know," Ben began, "your phone's not gonna work just because you keep looking at it."

"Yeah well, a lockdown wasn't on my list of things to do today. It doesn't help that I'm separated from my pregnant wife and have no way to contact her."

"You didn't leave her completely alone, did you?"

"No, Carlos and Jay are there." Doug remembered something. "So is Uma."

Mal was surprised at this. "Uma?"

"Evie wanted to finish Uma's dress and invited her over. I actually think Gil was there too."

"Gil? Gil is there the same time as Jay?"

"Don't tell me they broke up again?"

"Gil's been staying with Uma and Harry. Uma must have dragged them there to make them suffer."

"I thought she went with them because she can't drive a car?"

"That too."

"Then there's a good chance that Harry is there too," Ben felt the need to point out. "So you've got five other people there in case Evie goes into labor." While Ben thought that was funny, the others did not. "And I will not be making jokes anymore."

"Carlos was the one who told me about Gil and Jay," Mal broke the awkward silence. "He'll probably help keep them from each other. It's bad enough Uma and her cronies are there; they tend to cause trouble."

"And property damage," Doug added.

"Okay, fair. It shouldn't be for long though. Fairy Godmother's got every available law enforcement on patrol; this'll all be over sooner rather than later."

"Mal's right," Jane conceded. "This worrying isn't good for any of us. If we start thinking positive, then positive things will happen."

An excited Fairy Godmother entered the room. "They found Celia and are bringing her in."

Jane was in awe of what transpired. "Is the universe listening to me for once?"

"Just Celia?" leave it to Ben to be the pessimist.

"I'm afraid so," Fairy Godmother confirmed, "but I'm certain that she'll see reason and tell us where Dizzy is. Positive thoughts bring positive actions."

"She and Jane should write a self-help book," Mal snarked under her breath.

"Mal," did Fairy Godmother hear her, "if it's not too much trouble, I would like for you to join me when I talk to Celia."

"Me?"

"Out of everyone here, you know her best. Perhaps Celia would feel more comfortable if you were there."

"Yeah, sure, I'll stick around."

"Great," Fairy Godmother was about to leave she gave a smug sort of grin to Mal, "maybe that will provide inspiration for my self-help book."

…

"Keep that pacing up and you'll dig a hole to the Underworld," Jay said as he watched Carlos pace back and forth. "You heard E: you gotta calm down."

"How can I calm down when this is all my fault?" Carlos was near hysterics.

Jay pondered this, but couldn't find a solution. "And how is this all your fault?"

"Because Mal told me Evie's having a girl-"

"Evie's having a girl?"

"A-HA! I knew I couldn't keep it a secret! Mal tells me that and I go: 'how do you expect me to keep this a secret for the next two weeks'. Then Mal says: 'maybe the baby will come early and you won't have to'."

"Sounds to me like it's all Mal's fault."

"And now I'm here, and Evie's here, but Evie doesn't know what I know, and I know I'm not supposed to tell her what I know, but I know that no matter what I do; I'll tell her what I know!"

"Um…yes?"

"Exactly! I can't keep secrets, Jay, you know this! And because I've got this secret weighing over me, every time I come near Evie, bad things happen because I'm trying hard not to tell her."

"What you need, is a distraction. Something to take your mind off of all this while serendipitously keeping you away from Evie."

"I…I don't feel like you used that word right."

"Got your mind off it, didn't it?" Carlos made some sort of grunt of agreement. "So what do you usually do to occupy your time?"

"Tinker with gadgets and electronics."

Strike one. "What else?"

"Well, Jane's been teaching me a little bit of magic."

Strike two. "Something that doesn't require thinking maybe."

Carlos shrugged. "Dance?"

Direct hit. "Dancing! Yes! Good! I can do that too!"

"We know pretty much all the same dances."

"Untrue. Remember that dancing gig I had before I went pro for Tourney?" Carlos nodded. "The choreographer guy showed us some kind of music video to this song that I can only describe as weird. It was really catchy though. Then he somehow put the song onto our phones…but that probably doesn't do us any good now. I still remember the dance; I can teach you without music."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but…"

"But?"

"It may be a little...suggestive—did I use that word right?"

"You mean like look a little inappropriate?"

"Yeah, that!"

"Should I ask why you learned this dance?"

"Bachelorette party."

"Ah."

"Those ladies were generous tippers though," Jay gave a coy chuckle as his thoughts flashbacked to that party.

"Did you really move on from Gil that quick?" And that was in the air. "I mean…I didn't mean-"

"We could both use a distraction." A loud snore did manage to provide one. Jay and Carlos simultaneously craned their heads toward the sofa where Harry Hook was splayed across it. "Huh, I forgot he was here."

"I kinda like him like this." Carlos and Jay shared a laugh.

"You know," Jay sounded like he had hatched a scheme, "Evie does keep various markers around the castle for her design projects. I don't think she'd miss a few."

"You want to color instead?"

"What? I was gonna suggest borrowing some of her markers to draw on Harry."

"Oh. Yeah, that sound does sound more fun."

…

As disgusted as she was by this whole "birth" notion, Uma was genuinely concerned and tried to make it seem like she wasn't watching Evie's every move. This was how Uma found Evie's tell: every time Evie bit her lip, it was a giveaway that she was trying to cover up the fact that she was in pain.

And Evie had been biting her lip a lot.

"…and that's basically what it looks like." Oh yeah, Evie was talking. She proudly stood beside a (different) mannequin in a cerulean, summer dress. "What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty!" Gil expressed his opinion.

"Thank you, Gil."

Uma looked over the outfit. "Hmm…this could work."

"So…" Evie was hoping for more.

"Alright, I like it." this made Evie squeal with delight. "Ugh, I hate when you squeal like that." Evie rolled her eyes. "Okay, so, we done now?"

"Even if we were, you still couldn't go anywhere." This made Uma grunt in aggravation. "Besides: this is primarily where I need you. I need you to try on the dress to see if I need to make any alterations."

"Fine," Uma yanked the dress off the mannequin and was about to slide it on over her head.

"Um, are you wearing those exact clothes under the dress on the day of?"

"Um, no; why do you care?"

"Unless you're going to be wearing anything more than your underwear underneath the dress, I need you to strip down before you put the dress on."

"You didn't say anything about me getting naked!"

"You don't have to get totally naked; you can keep your bra and panties on."

"Please don't use that word around me again."

"There's a dressing curtain in the corner if you feel self-conscious." Uma gave another groan and stormed over to the corner with the dress.

Gil, who had been sitting at Doug's desk reading the birthing book, spoke up. "Hey, I thought placenta was a type of olive?"

"You're thinking of a pimento."

"Oh," he acknowledged in understanding. "I thought that was a polenta."

"It's not."

"All these names sound alike. You can eat a placenta, right?"

"Gil, stop talking!" Uma commanded from behind the curtain.

"I'd rather not get into all that either," Evie admitted as she smoothed her hand over her bump. "I'm freaked out by this whole birth process as it is."

"You are?" Gil sincerely asked.

Evie nodded. "I can prepare myself with books and videos, but in the end it's not going to do any good. This is something I have to experience, and I am terrified to do so."

"Uh…you kinda have to."

"Yes, thank you, Gil; I'm aware."

"I think all women actually hate when it really happens. My mom did. I ask her why she did it so much if she hated it, and she told me it's because she loves us kids. And something about how every time she and Dad-"

"Yes, thank you, Gil; I get the picture."

"I think the whole 'having a baby thing' is really cool. How a woman can carry a person inside of her for practically a year and then have it force itself out of her body and-"

"Why are you still talking?" Uma questioned.

"Do you want kids, Gil?" Evie asked him.

Gil shrugged. "I dunno; but a lot of VKs grew up with just one parent and a lot of times, it was messed up. I'd want a kid to have both its parents. I did. I had my dad, my mom, my aunt, my aunt, and even Lefou was kinda like an uncle. Plus I had some older brothers and cousins to help out. Despite the little we had; I still feel like I had a lot."

Evie was hesitant to ask, but she did. "What about Jay?"

"I don't even know what he wants. I'm not gonna waste time trying to figure it out. Not when I can be exploring a whole new world." He tilted his head in confusion. "Have I heard that somewhere before?"

"You know something, Gil: you're pretty smart in your own way."

The sound of a zipper alerted them that Uma was done. Uma stepped out from behind the curtain. "Alright, I humored you and it fits. Can I take this off now?" Evie approached her to inspect the dress, making little "hmm" noises as she did so. "Must you always make annoying noises?"

"I think I'm going to make some more modifications. Please stand on the platform."

"Modifications?" She watched Evie get a basket of sewing supplies. "Are there sharp objects in that basket?"

"Platform please." Uma rolled her eyes and stood on the base in question. When Evie struggled to lower herself, Uma folded her arms and huffed. This was going to take forever. "Okay," Evie took out a needle.

"Nah-huh!" Uma backed away. "No way!"

"Uma, I'm not going to stab you."

"You say that, you get one of them pains you've been getting every few minutes, and then there's gonna be a hole in my leg!"

"Oh for the love of-" Evie tried to maintain cool. "Can I at least mark where I need to make the modifications?"

"Mark it with a marker or crayon?"

"Nope," Evie dug through her basket of supplies, "with bedazzle stickers. I also wanna see what some accessory décor would look like."

"Useless, unnecessary, irrelevant, pointless, a waste of time," she looked down at Evie, "which can also describe the me coming here."

"It may seem like that to you, but not to others." They didn't say anything for a few moments as Evie put on the accessories. "And…there." She pondered her work. "I may do something like this, but maybe like a seashell style."

"You do you, Princess. Can I get down now?"

"Yes, you may."

Uma needed no more incentive to come down. She was about to go and change until she noticed Evie was still on the ground. "Need some help there?"

"I can't get up."

"Yeah, I know, that's why I was asking…" she took stock of Evie on her knees clutching at her stomach, "you having one of them contraption things?"

Evie started flailing her arms. "Trash can!"

"What?"

"I need-" the bluenette made a retching sound

"Oh crap!" Uma got the idea and managed to get a waste bucket to Evie in time.

By this point, Gil was at Uma's side. "Actually Uma, it's called a contraction."

"How many times I gotta tell you to shut up today, boy?"

Evie made a gesture for Uma to lower the receptacle. "Has anyone checked to see if the barrier lifted."

Uma gestured for Gil to go do so. "I haven't heard anything, but Gil could-" she took notice of Gil, "-if you couldn't get out the first time, what makes you think you're gonna get out any time after?"

"Please tell me one of you has a working phone."

Uma (and Gil) checked. "I got nothin'. Is everything okay, Princess?"

"No! No, everything is NOT okay!" Evie had tears in her eyes. "I can't stay in denial: this is the real deal; I think it has been since last night, but I didn't want to believe it. Just now I felt something moving down and it really hurt. It's been kind of hurting to stand, but now I can't even get up."

"Oh, yeah, that is not okay."

"What do we do?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Uma," Gil started, "I know you like to be Captain and all that, but can you let me take the lead?"

"Who are you and what have you done with Gil?"

"I know this is a tense situation, but I know what to do. First we have to try to remain calm and make Evie as comfortable as possible. Since it's gotten to the point where she can't even stand upright, we have to keep her on the floor. One of us needs to stay here with her and the other needs to get some pillows, towels, a small blanket, and a few water bottles—try to get a cold one."

"I volunteer to get all the stuff."

"Get the guys to help you if you need to. Remember: we need at least two pillows to keep her elevated."

"I gotta say Gil: you're really-"

"Sometime today!"

Uma hurried off while mumbling, "Stealin' my lines and everythin'."

…

Despite the tense situation, Celia Facilier appeared to be cool. She sat in Fairy Godmother's office with her feet propped on the chair across from her. "What up, ya'll?" she greeted the headmistress and the queen of Auradon.

"Is now really the time Miss Facilier?" Fairy Godmother questioned.

Celia shrugged. "I don't know why you went to extremes for a little accident."

"A little accident that caused destruction to a building."

"I was studyin' for my chemistry final during lunch without supervision."

"And you weren't doing this in the chemistry lab?"

"It was full: whatcha gonna do?"

"Well, seeing as you asked," Fairy Godmother went to her desk and looked at Celia's file, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to expel you."

"What?" even Mal was vocal on this.

"I'm sorry Celia, but this would be your third strike. You've been given multiple detentions for minor infractions-"

"But that's nothing!" Mal was protesting on Celia's behalf.

"-and three suspensions; twice for physical altercations and once for causing one of the teachers to trip and fall down the stairs. Policy states that anything after three suspensions is grounds for expulsion."

"But it was an accident!" Celia's façade had faded. "I didn't even do it this time!"

"Would you care to explain?"

Celia sighed. "Dizzy's been freakin' out about finals; especially for Mr. Deley's classes. She gets all anxious trying out these…chemistry things around other people. She knows this stuff, so I just wanted her to practice somewhere where she wouldn't get all whacked out and where no one else would be."

"The art room," Mal didn't need to state where that was going, but did anyway.

"We were makin' fun of the way Mr. Deley does his sciency stuff when Dizzy accidentally mixed something she should have. Then she tells us we need to run. I ask why, but she grabs me and hurries me away from there and next thing I know BOOM!" She used hand gestures to demonstrate the explosion. "Now Dizzy's freaking out more and she's got me freakin'. So I tell her to act casual and we sneak out of the school. We're hiding out where you found me when my magic senses the barrier. I know that it'll trap whoever's behind a door, so I push Dizzy outside and tell her to hide."

"Why?"

"Dizzy hasn't gotten in trouble since she came here. I wasn't gonna let that happen. I'd figure I'd just get another suspension or at worse, summer school," Celia shuddered at the thought.

"Where's Dizzy now?"

"I don't know. The last I saw her, she was runnin' in a forward direction."

"Well Celia," Fairy Godmother started, "there will be consequences for your actions. Because you have stolen school property and withheld vital information, you will have to make up for this. I'm afraid I'm going to have you repeat the twelfth grade."

"What?"

"You have gotten yourself in a lot of trouble this year and your grades reflect on that."

"But-" Celia turned to Mal, "-back me up on this."

"Why?" Mal questioned back. "I think this is fair."

"You're on her side?"

"I had to pull a lot of strings to get you in to this school and you repay me with countless detentions, three suspensions, dismal grades, aiding in destruction of property, and then expect me to let you graduate? You can do so much better than this, Celia; I know you can. This is for the best."

Celia sighed in frustration. "Fine." She then softened a little when she looked at Fairy Godmother. "Just promise that you don't expel Dizzy. She's worked too hard for this, and I don't want her to lose it because of me."

"I will think of an appropriate punishment for Dizzy," Fairy Godmother spoke in a reassuring tone. "First and foremost: we have to find her. You're certain you have no idea where she is or may be?"

Celia shook her head. "Someplace with ice cream? Girl loves her ice cream."

"True," Mal agreed, "but she couldn't get in anywhere without being caught. We need to think like Dizzy. Whenever she gets worried, or scared, or upset, she goes to Evie. However, in a situation like this, she wouldn't want to tell Evie. Her mind would automatically assume the worst and for her the worst thing would be…" Mal looked as if she had a breakthrough. "I think I know where she might be. Fairy Godmother: you said Ben and I have access to get through the barrier?" The older woman nodded. "The worst thing for Dizzy would be for her to get expelled from Auradon Prep and then sent back to the Isle."

"So you're suggesting that Dizzy would have headed back to the Isle?"

"Right; but the barrier went up before she could get there. If she's been on foot this whole time, there's a chance she may not have even made it to the border."

"You're sure of this?"

"Not entirely, but it's the only lead we've really got."

"Then I suggest you and Ben follow up on it."

Mal smiled. "Thank you, Fairy Godmother."

"I will send some of Auradon's Law Enforcement in that direction in case she hasn't made it there yet."

"That will only make her panic more. If they find Dizzy before we do, let me know and I'll talk to her. She knows me and she'll listen."

"Very well." Fairy Godmother made the "shoo" gesture. "Off you go; be on your way." Mal couldn't help but let out a little laugh as she left the office.

When she returned to the room she had previously been waiting in, three other people were eagerly awaiting her. "Well?" Mal's husband questioned.

"Ben," Ben's wife began, "you and I are going to find Dizzy."

"You know where she is?"

"No, but I have an idea where to look. Since you and I are the only other people who can get through the barrier and that Dizzy will talk to, we're going." She was headed for the door, but he wasn't. "I meant right now."

"Oh!" Ben took the hint and followed Mal. "Doug, Jane, we'll be back."

Doug took some steps forward, "Wait, do you think you can-too late, they're gone."

"The sooner they find her, the sooner we get out of here," Jane reminded.

"Yeah, I know." Doug couldn't help but fidget as he sat back down. "Just doesn't seem like it's happening anytime soon."

"You okay? You're usually not this tense."

"I just can't shake the feeling that something's going on back at the workshop."

"With all those people at your place, isn't something bound to happen?" Jane put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Doug, relax: I'm positive everything's fine."

Tried to make a reference to Gil's mother being one of the Bimbettes—possibly the one in the brownish-orange dress. Honestly: it seemed like the only logical choice to me. Plus in the books by Melissa de la Cruz, Gaston fathered twins and the Bimbettes all look pretty identical so...