So this one doesn't really have a certain time because it goes across a long time. Also, I have a poll on my profile that I would love for you to go vote on. I'm trying to decide a multi-chapter Bal story to write, and I wanted your guys' opinions on it. Thanks and hope you enjoy this one. :)

The first attempt came on a normal school day. She was at her locker when he came up from around the door, his head popping in. "Hey, babe."

Mal turned to him and pointed at him. "No." She then went back to putting her books in place before she and Ben went on their date.

"What?" he asked.

"You do not call me babe. Ever. Got it?" The way she said everything to him so fiercely made him agree immediately. "Good. I don't do 'babe'."

"Alright honey." And the way her bright green eyes turned to him let him know that honey was not allowed either.

The next one was her fault, but Mal would never admit to it. They were sitting on her bed, both engrossed in their homework, their hands lazily laid together. Mal was humming along to some song she had been obsessed with when Ben let out a loud groan. "This is impossible. It's already 10 o'clock and I'm still not done with homework, I still have king stuff to do, and I've missed the past two tourney practices."

"Aww, is the Beast getting upset?" she joked, ruffling his hair.

"Yes! I've barely seen you at all this week too, and, I just, I need more time in my life Mal."

"I know, Ben," she sighed. Then, he eyes lit up with an idea. "What if I helped you out?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I could help you with your king stuff sometimes. I mean, it has to go by faster with two people right? I can read stuff and then have you sign it if it sounds good. It'd be really good queen practice, too." She winked at him.

Ben's hand tightened on her own and yanked her towards him, their lips meeting in a searing kiss. When they separated, both out of breath, she sarcastically quipped, "I guess that's a yes?"

"Thank you, Mal. You're sure though? It's a lot of work."

"I'm positive. Anything to help you. I don't like to see you upset."

"I don't know what I'd do without my dragon." He went to lean in for another kiss, but she swerved sideways out of it.

"Way to ruin the moment."

"What did I do?" he pouted, obviously disappointed in his lack of a kiss.

"Do not call me Dragon."

"But you called me Beast," he whined. "That hardly seems fair."

"Deal with it, Beasty."

His next attempt happened when Ben opened the door to Mal's room to see her in front of the mirror brushing her violet locks. And it wasn't very creative either. "Hey M," he called.

"Don't think so," she interrupted. "Only Evie can call me that."

"You shoot down all my suggestions," he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, both looking at each other in the mirror.

"Yeah, because they're all bad."

"Mal, that hurt. I thought they were cute."

She turned around to face him. "Don't call me cute either." She patted his cheek and walked to grab her jacket. "And the nicknames are weird. Babe and honey," her face scrunched up in disgust, "I'd rather barf. And Dragon is insulting. I only did it once, and to save you. And Evie calls me M cuz I call her E, so."

"You know Mal, I'm the king, and technically I could tell you that you have to allow me to call you my nicknames," he said, giving her a smirk.

She turned to him with her arms crossed. "You do that and you can find someone else to go on your date with." She smiled sweetly and shrugged. "Your choice."

There was an evil glint in his eyes, and Mal cursed Evie for teaching him. "You know, I think you're right. I'll go look around and see if Audrey's available." He turned around and headed to the door.

He knew exactly how to get her to break, and it drove her insane. "Ben!"

His head poked in, "Yes, dear."

"Ugh, fine. I'm coming." She stomped up to him, his arm slinging around her shoulder. He kissed the top of her head.

"Good choice, Babe." Her glare could've killed and she was very happy when, the next day, all the little names dropped.

Until his next idea. Ben and Mal were taking a future preparation class together. The newest project was to create a family with a partner, and, naturally, they were doing it together. But Mal was now realizing she should've picked someone else. "We should name our daughter Mally, Mal."

"What?"

"Yeah, I mean, you said," he began speaking in a very high pitched voice to try and sound like her, "I'm doing two kids and a dog. Nothing else, no exceptions."

"I do not sound like that."

"Uh, yeah, you kind of do." He then pretended to flip his hair, which made Mal laugh so hard her stomach hurt.

"Why are we naming our daughter Mally?"

"It's my new nickname for you and so we should name our daughter it."

"You will never, ever call me Mally."

"Fine, just our daughter."

"You will never call anyone Mally. Dead, alive, or nonexistent. No one."

"You're no fun, Mal," he pouted. Her eyes sparkled green and she leaned forward to kiss him with all the passion she could muster. As she pulled away, she looked at him innocently.

"Really? I'm no fun?"

"Well, maybe a little," he stuttered.

"That's what I thought."

It was their wedding day. Everything had been perfect; Mal's dress made by Evie, the decorations, the cake, everything. The night was winding down and Mal and Ben finally had a moment alone. They were out on the dance floor, Mal standing on Ben's shoes since she had taken off her heels hours earlier. Her arms were wrapped around him and his around her. Her face was nestled in his chest and his chin was resting on her head. They were standing there, swaying to the quiet music in the background, happily in love.

Ben kissed the top of her head. "I love you, my queen."

Mal looked up at him. "There you go. You finally found one I like."

"What?" Ben asked, so confused.

"That's my nickname. After eight years you finally got one."

He chuckled. "Yeah, thanks for finally approving one, my queen."

"Don't overuse that privilege," she warned. "I don't give that out often."

"Trust me, I know."

There was silence for a moment and then Mal spoke, "I love you too, my king."

"What happened to Beasty?"

"I have multiple," she smiled at him cheekily, making him laugh.

"Ok, as long as you're my queen."

She reached up on her tiptoes to kiss him. "Always."

Oof that was so fluffy. Anyway, I love reading all of your reviews guys, so thanks for those and thanks for reading.