Freddie and Gaston were in the supermarket looking for groceries when they saw Mal and Evie at the other end of the isle.

"Hey! Mal," Gaston proclaimed as he walked up to Mal, "I hear it's over with your prince."

"He's not a prince, he's a king. And yes, it's over," Mal said rather defensively.

"Mal, we agreed not to talk about it," Evie looked at her desperately.

"Well I did not start it," Mal replied looking at Gaston fiercely.

"Hey, hey, I'm just trying to clear the air!" Gaston put his hands up defensively.

"Yeah Mal, we're only concerned," Freddie said calmly.

"I'm sorry, don't you have a magic wand to be stealing," Mal accused.

"Mal, stop it!" Evie yelled. "All this stress you're putting me under is not good for the pregnancy. It's been five months now. Ben said something wrong. Let it go!"

"I'm sick of all of you dealing with it this way. This is our king! If he doesn't stand up for what's right we're all doomed. Don't you get it? He needs me! I need to help him! I need to love him, and I need him to serenade me to sleep like he used to! God! Now are you satisfied?" Mal breathed slowly. The others stood in shock. Others in the grocery store stopped too. Mal seemed confused and scared for a moment, until she regained her composure and looked up at Gaston Jr.

"Maybe you're right. It's time to settle in with someone I can agree with. Gaston? Will you go out with me?" Mal asked.

"Mal…" Evie began.

Gaston cut her off. "Yeah, of course." Mal sighed in relief. She began to walk away, holding Gaston's hand as they walked out together.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me then," Freddie suggested to Evie. "I can help you shop for the baby."

"Thanks," Evie smiled.

"You know, when we heard we were coming to Auradon we were both so happy. We didn't even tell our parents," Freddie confided in her.

"Really?" Evie asked inquisitively.

"Yeah. We didn't want to risk another wand plan. I don't know why Mal and Ben had to screw it up for us."

Suddenly, Ulla emerged from the next aisle. "Yeah, Mal seems to be getting in the way of everybody."

"What do you mean?" Evie asked.

"Toby finally told me he was gay, as if I didn't know. Here I am, finally free, and the one guy I have my eyes on is dating Mal, who technically is only separated from Ben, her husband, the King of Auradon!" Ulla walked off, so angry you could see the steam shoot from her ears.

"I don't know about you, but I'm getting sick of all the drama around here," Evie said.

"Preach it, sister." Freddie and Evie watched as everybody they had ever known suddenly faced the terrorizing fear of adulthood.

Meanwhile, at the store café, Gaston and Mal sat down, each with a cup of coffee.

"Why'd you ever break up with me on the isle?" Gaston asked. "We're such a great couple. Our parents are so close."

"I can say that surprises me. Maleficent, the mistress of all evil, and Gaston, who in my mom's fairy tale, would've been the good guy."

"Don't say that around my dad. It'd either make him mad, which I don't want, or boost his ego, which I definitely don't want." Gaston laughed. Mal laughed too.

"What are we doing?" Mal looked at Gaston seriously and shook her head.

"I don't know," he whispered in a low sultry voice. "But I think I want to kiss you."

"Then try it, and I'll tell you if it means anything to me at all." Mal smirked. Gaston leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Oddly, it was much like how Ben kissed. Rough, but gentle and sincere at the same time. Their similarities were too many. Mal looked at him. "I can't do this. I miss Ben. I love him."

"Then go back to him."

"I can't. It's too late for us. You and me too." Mal got up and walked away. Gaston watched her. He had to admit, he didn't feel much either. Sure, there was a time when they were the hottest couple on the Isle of the Lost. But those days were over. Suddenly, Jay walked in and approached him.

"Hey! Gaston Jr! We never really got the chance to catch up!" Jay said with a smile.

"My man!" He and Jay high-fived and Jay sat down.

"So, there's a local tourney team that practices and gets to participate in competitions, and we're down a few players. You should consider it," Jay told him.

"Football's my thing. Sorry man," Gaston told him.

"If you're good enough, they'll get you a scholarship."

"When are tryouts?"

Jay laughed.