№41|To Hell And Back
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Cruella stirred in Hex arms the scent of his pinewood smell drove her insane sometimes. She tried to get comfortable but all of a sudden she felt nauseous.

She rushed to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet, “I thought I got all the crystal out…” she shook her head, “I did.” she looked down at her stomach, “oh no…no, no, no…”

“Yep.” Alvarez smiled widely, “someone forgot to use a condom.”

“Alvarez! This is not something to be happy about.” Cruella scolded, shaking her head, “Hex is gonna kill me!”

“You should have at least told him about the last one...but you did lose that one in the games…” Alvarez frowned.

“I feel so bad for not telling him earlier...he would have loved her...I was gonna name her Ranee.” Cruella sniffled, wiping her tears.

“I know…” Alvarez sighed, shaking her head, “but you can't let that stop you from telling him. He’ll be happy!”

“Later,” Cruella said, throwing up again.

A knock on the door made Cruella jump up slightly, “you okay, Cruella?” Hex asked from the other side of the door.

“Right as rain, love!” Cruella chuckled nervously, fixing her hair in the mirror.

“Okay, well, when your done in the bathroom come downstairs. Mama made waffles.” Hex smiled, walking downstairs, Cruella soon coming after.

“Waffles?” Mama said, holding a plate of waffles in front of Cruella.

Normally, Cruella would gladly take the waffles, but today just looking at them made her want to throw up.

“Um...no thank you,” Cruella said, holding her mouth to prevent throwing up.

“But you always love Mama’s waffles.” Hex looked at her strangely.

“I know…” Cruella tried her hardest not to spill her chunks over the floor.

The smell of delicious food trailed her nose, “what’s that smell?”

Cruella watched as Sergio passed by with a plate of chilaquiles. Cruella began to drool, She snatched the plate from Sergio, digging into the food, “this is amazing! What is this?!”

“Chilaquiles.” Sergio sweat dropped, “you could have asked for some, Cruella, I would’ve given you some.”

“Can you make more?!” Cruella looked up at him, passing him the empty plate.

“Sure…” Sergio turned to Hex, “what’s up with her?”

Hex shrugged, “I don't know.”

Cruella licked the plate as she eagerly waited for Sergio to finish cooking, “this is so good. Hex do you know how to make these?”

“Yes...but you hate chilaquiles. You said they were too spicy.” Hex chuckled, Cruella blinked rapidly.

“Oh...I did say that...didn’t it?” Cruella pushed the plate of chilaquiles away from her.

Cruella licked her lips, looking at the plate. She couldn't handle her desire and souffed down the food, “ah…” she sighed in satisfaction with her hand on her stomach, “that was delicious.”

“Okay…” Hex picked up her plate, kissing her cheek, “want me to drive you to work?”

“Ugh, work,” Cruella groaned, “can't believe I’m working for that bitch again.”

“Who?” Diane asked, serving Eloise a plate of waffles.

“Catania.” Cruella growled.

“She out?” Marmalade glared.

“Yep, Salis paid her bail.” Cruella scrunched the rim of the table, “and she demoted me back to her assistant!”

“Damn Salis,” both Cruella and Hex growled.

“Do you want me to drop you off?” Hex asked, slinging his arms over her shoulders.

“That would be great, Hexy,” Cruella sighed softly, smiling up at Hex as she muttered a ‘thank you’.

“Anytime, mi amour.” Hex chuckled softly as him and Cruella left the base, and towards the car.

Hex opened the door to let Cruella in, she stopped and laughed, “you don't have to do that.”

“It’s impolite to not open a door for a lady.” Hex said, completely sincere.

Cruella smiled and entered the car, Hex entering on the other side, “what was all that at breakfast?” Hex asked, driving through the sunny lit streets of New York.

It was fairly early in the morning, so the streets were still quiet. Cruella always loved this time of day, when the sun basked over the New York skyline, the rays of the sun bringing on a new day.

“Cruella,” Hex said, snapping his girlfriend out of her deep stare out the window.

“Hm?” Cruella blinked quickly, turning her head towards Hex.

“I asked what was with you at breakfast? You hate chiliaques, especially my dad’s, you always said they were too spicy.” Hex questioned, his eyes sifting between Cruella and the road.

Cruella began to panic, “u-um, well, I was just super hungry today and as much as I love Mama’s waffles, I wanted something else for breakfast.”

Hex could tell she was lying, “you sure?”

“Yes, Hex, I’m sure.” Cruella chuckled, Hex stopped in front of the fashion studio.

Hex opened the door for her, Cruella exited. She sighed, looking up at the tall, black, sleek building with sadness and regret, “here we go...back to being an assistant...yaaa…” she said sarcastically.

Hex grabbed her hand, walking down the street till the reached the corner. Hex looked down at the ground, backing up Cruella a little bit, “no…” he moved a little to the left, “now that’s too far…” he went a little forward.

“Hex what are you do-”

“Wait! Don't move!” Hex suddenly said, Cruella froze, looking around.

“What are you doing?” she giggled at her boyfriend’s actions.

Hex backed up slightly, “right here,” he used his fingers to make a small frame shape, angling it on Cruella, “this is where we meet for the first time.”

Cruella felt tears swelling up in her eyes, “you remember the exact spot where we met?”

“Of course,” Hex kissed her nose, “how could I forget the exact spot where I met the woman of my dreams.”

Cruella was full on sobbing now. Hex began to chuckle nervously as the people passing by gave them strange looks, “nothing to see here folks, she’s okay.”

He leaned in, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Cruella sniffled, smiling up at him, “these are happy tears.”

Hex stroked her cheek, “good, now I know you’re sad because you got demoted but that’s okay. We’ll find a way to send Catania back to jail, this time without bail, and you'll get your job back and the boutique.”

Cruella chuckled mockingly, “don't give me false hope, Hex.”

“When have I ever given you false hope? Hm?” Hex smirked slyly.

Cruella thought about it, “you never have.”

“And I never will,” Hex smiled, even though Cruella was taller than him (not by much) he never had a problem with smiling up at her.

“It’ll be okay,” Hex hugged her, taking in her scent of vanilla and cherries.

“Hey that’s CJ’s smell.” Carlos perked up.

He chuckled, “I know, you’ve told me a lot.”

Carlos blushed, “hehe...continue.”

Cruella hugged him back, “how do you know that?”

“Because I know you Cruella, and I know me, if anyone can get through this and come out on top it’s you.” Hex told her, her backed up, looking into her eyes. He held her hand as they walked to the fashion studio’s entrance.

“Now go to work, when you get off I’ll be waiting for you at home,” he leaned in, “maybe I can help you unwind~” he purred, gipping her hips.

“He-Hex!” she laughed, her cheeks turning red.

Hex just chuckled, “I love it when your all stuttery.”

Cruella puffed up her cheeks, “je-jerk…”

He smiled at her reaction, “I’ll see you after work, mi amour,” he blew a kiss at her before getting in the car and driving away.

°•. ✿ .•°

“You didn’t need to walk with me to school Levi, I live only 3 blocks away.” Eloise said, blushing as she played with her pale purple locks.

“I know I didn’t have to but I want to.” Levi smiled ear to ear at Eloise.

Gabriella and Diane watched from behind. Diane was trying to keep her squeals of excitement down but the young couple was too cute.

“I’ve never seen you like this.” Gabriella laughed.

“They’re so adorable!” Diane had hearts in her eyes, “they’re gonna have amazing kids!” she gasped at her words, “we’re gonna have amazing grandkids.”

“Slow down, Diane,” Gabriella chuckled, patting her shoulder, “we barely adopted Eloise.”

“It’s never too early for love!” Diane swooned.

The small group stopped at the entrance of the school, “bye moms!!” Eloise waved goodbye as Diane and Gabriella walked away.

“Let’s go inside,” Levi smiled, opening the door.

“Oh Eloise,”

She froze, her eyes going dull, she slowly turned around to see Salis. She gulped, trying to move her body towards the door but she was frozen in fear.

 “Come here,” Salis whispered, crooking his hand upwards as a gesture for her to come closer.

“M-My moms say I can-can't talk to you.” Eloise stammered.

“You don't have to be afraid of me, Eloise,” he stepped closer to the girl, “I won't hurt you.”

“Wh-what do yo-you want?” she questioned, trying to be brave.

“It’s not what I want, it’s what you want.” Salis said, smirking at Eloise, “I could give you what you want Eloise.”

“Y-You don't know what I-I want.” Eloise stated, looking away from him.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Eloise,” Salis shook his head, “I bring them back.”

Eloise suddenly went quiet, “I see I have your attention.” Salis’ smirk only grew.

“Yo-You can?” Eloise asked, hope slowly began to fill the young girl’s heart.

“Yes I can,” Salis extended his hand, “all you have to do is come with me.”

Eloise gazed into Salis’ chocolate brown eyes. A part of her wanted to grab Salis’ hand, wishing to have her birth parents back.

Her hand slowly inched towards Salis’, but before they could connect, the door bursts open to reveal Headmistress Tressa

“Eloise,” Tressa pulled her close, “there you are! You’re supposed to be in class, little missy.”

“Sorry, headmistress.” Eloise whimpered.

Tressa ushered Eloise inside, “are you okay?” she whispered.

ELoise nodded, “th-than-thank you headmistress.”

Tressa nodded, closing the door. She glared at Salis, “I know who you are, this school has many kids whose parents are high gang officials, and I don't think they would be happy to hear that their children are being approached by a strange man offering them ‘happiness’.”

“It’s a free country lady,” Salis shot back, “you can't tell me what to do.”

“This school is under the guard of many, many, gangs. Two of them being the Golden Dragons and the Ruby Rebels. So unless you want them to mount your head on the wall, I suggest you leave.” Tressa stated, folding her arms over her chest.

Salis scoffed, growling at the Headmistress, she didn’t waver, “I’ll be back.”

°•. ✿ .•°

“Welcome back, Cruella.” Catania said, walking out from behind her desk, “it’s a good thing you’re here early, Cruella, I have a lot of stuff for you to do.”

“I’m sure you do,” Cruella rolled her eyes.

“Was that sass I heard?” Catania’s hands began to glow purple.

“No, miss.” Cruella growled, clenching her fist.

“Good,” Catania patted her shoulder, clenching it slightly.

Something about her actions made Cruella uneasy.

Catania handed her a list, “get these things done by 6pm.”

Cruella scanned the list, “there’s a million of things to do! I can't possibly get them done in time.”

“That seems like a personal problem,” Catania shrugged, “if they’re not done by 6pm I’m cutting your pay.”

Cruella huffed and walked out of the office, “I can't believe her! I should be the one ordering her around.”

Cruella’s phone rang, Hex’s ringtone bringing a smile to her lips. She answered the phone, holding it to her ear with her shoulder, “hey, babe, what’s up?”

“Just fixing some cars.” he came up from under yet another car, “how are you?”

“Terrible,” Cruella groaned, walking through the street, “Catania has this entire list of errands for me to do.”

“I’m sorry, mi amour,” Hex frowned, changing a tire, “think of it this way, when you get the errands done you can come home and relax.”

Cruella chuckled, smiling softly, “that’s why I do this work Hex, cause I know I’m coming back to you.”

“Awe,” Hex cooed, “look who’s being a big softie~”

“Oh sush,” Cruella rolled her eyes jokingly, “I gotta go Hex, I love you.”

“I love you too, Cruella, I’ll never stop.” Hex said lovingly.

Cruella’s heart swooned at Hex’s words as she hung up the phone, she looked at the list and then back up at the sign in front of her, “yeah, this is it, Muse Couture.”

Cruella tilted her head, “what would Catania want with Muse Couture?” she asked herself as she walked in.

The welcoming vibe of the small fashion company made Cruella smile. It was completely different from the horrib, depressing, vibe she feels daily from her workplace.

“Doughnut?” a lady asked, presenting a plate of doughnuts to Cruella.

Normally, Cruella didn’t like doughnuts, but today was no normal day. “Yes please!” Cruella quickly grabbed the doughnut, munching on it, “what kind are these?”

“Red velvet, miss.” the lady responded, “made here fresh daily.”

“Can you give me a dozen?” Cruella requested, grabbing another doughnut off the plate.

“Of course,” the lady smiled brightly, she noticed Cruella pulling out her wallet, “oh no, they’re complimentary.”

“Oh, well thanks,” Cruella smiled as she looked at the list, “can you point me in the direction of Bexley Chase?”

“Ah yes, she’s the CEO here at Muse Couture, she’s up in her office on the 4th floor, I’ll show you up.” the lady said, leading her to the elevator.

“You’re from 8 Ball aren’t you?” she questioned Cruella as they entered the elevator.

Cruella nodded, “yeah, Catania told me to come over to-”

“Pester Bexley into closing Muse Couture.” she finished.

“How do you know?”

“This isn't the first time Catania’s done this,” she sighed, shaking her head, “I’m Delaney by the way.”

“What would Catania want with Bexley? Catania’s designs, more like her worker’s designs, are the complete opposite of Muse Couture’s.” Cruella questioned as they stepped out of the elevator.

“Oh, you don't know?” Delaney chuckled, knocking on the door.

The door opened to reveal a woman with beautiful honey chestnut skin and black hair with lavender highlights, she had shimmering green eyes. She wore a black crop top and white shorts.

“Cruella, this is Bexley Chase, Catania’s little sister.”

~A/N~

Oh yeah! You thought Catania was an only child? Think again! Her sister isn't gonna play a major role but a role none the less!

So what did you think of Cruella being pregnant? Cool? Bad? Tell me what you think!

Also, there's only 4 chapters left before we reach the end!! 😭😱

Imma hate to see this story end but you'll like the ending. I promise. Anyways, I have to finish up class over here to that's why this A/N is short.

Stay sweet!