MY FIRST EVER DT FIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really like how this tuned out, yet this might not be everyone’s cup of nutmeg tea. My Love Language is affection, but even I think I put in too much at certain parts. Its not bad it just might make some of you uncomfortable. Like, so much fluff you’ll choke on the fluffiness. But these characters need it after everything.
I’d love feedback on if you think it was or wasn’t too much.
I’ll quite stalling and get to the story now. Enjoy!
Della shoved Donald’s head down in a friendly tousle. He winced and returned the favor. Everyone laughed and cheered around them, a group even cheered Glomgold for some inane reason. Donald was so happy to be home, not just after the insane adventure to save earth or his stay on the moon or his time on a desert island, it was great to be around people he knew and some he didn’t. He’d missed people’s voices.
And there was one he’d missed most of all.
Della was practically leaping around the lawn to talk to different Moonlanders before rushing over to do something with one of the boys and then greeting people she hadn’t seen in ten years. Donald was exhausted just watching her, but he had press he had to wave off his family and Moonlanders to insist to that no hard feelings were felt and boys he had to triple check for injuries. Having no idea what time it was didn’t stop his exhaustion; yet he couldn’t fall asleep, because if he did, she might not be there when he woke.
It was right and beautiful and agonizing and bittersweet to see Della with the boys. Her boys. He felt ashamed when he realized he hadn’t noticed how similar they all were to her. Not in the big ways, those were apparent from hatch, but in the little ways. Huey had the same puckered beak when he was surprised as Della did, Dewey her dramatic head tilt when proclaiming something grand, Louie her aloof expression when called out, all these tiny quirks in his sons they had from their mother. And he didn’t know if he was more ashamed that he hadn’t seen his twin in his sons or of his sons in his twin. His twins sons.
Eventually, Dewey shouted his name and Donald found him in a tree, Della a branch behind him with her hand on his back. Dewey waved with both hands and Donald almost had a heart attack. Della laughed at his face’s expression. Man, he’d missed her laugh. Louie, Huey and Webby clambered up the tree and Donald followed, only to ensure their safety. Once at the top, Dewey grabbed the balloon that had been snared by the branches, declared himself a hero, and dared to be dared into jumping off the tree from that point. Della flatly grabbed him by his shirt and climbed down one handed to keep him from squirming out. Once on the ground he ran off with Webby to return the balloon to its owner and Della and Louie got caught up talking to the manager of Scrooge’s new lemonade business. He happily sat down at the base of the tree and Huey started telling him about the badges he’d received since Donald had left.
“Suns goin’ down bro. You can go to bed now.” Della’s shadow covered the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook between Donald and Huey’s laps.
“What? No, I’m fine.”
“Yeah, no way. Get up and get in.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Huey pushed him up from behind.
“Come on Uncle Donald! You need your eight hours of sleep on a good day, but this has been a very taxing day and you-”
Donald mentally apologized to Huey that he was drowning him out, he didn’t need the science of sleep now he just needed sleep, regardless of how much he didn’t want it.
At the mansions steps Dewey and Louie appeared.
“Uncle Donald’s going to bed now.” Huey informed them.
“Fine, I just hope he showers first.” Louie commented. “Mummy wrappings smell better.”
“I don’t know if that’s accurate, Lo.” Dewey said as they entered the mansion. “More like that Caveduck when he was playing in the toilet.”
“The boys are right.” Della said, finally letting his hand go. “You’ve gotta shower. All of you.”
In unison the boys said “Yes, Mom.” And ran up the staircase. Donald balked at their compliance.
“How did y-”
“I’m the mom. I have powers you can never hope to posses. I had Duckworth set up the third east bedroom for you.”
“That’s not necessary. I’ll sleep in my boat like always.”
“No way am I letting my brother sleep in a hammock after a month on a desert island. You deserve a bed, mister.” She pocked his chest.
“No. I wa-”
“Don’t bother. You’re too tired to argue with me.”
“I’m home and you love me. Please do it. For me.” She flashed him her doe eyes. Suspiciously like Louie’s doe eyes.
He glared. “You should’ve stayed on the moon.” He grumbled good-naturedly.
“Love you too. I’ll be there in twenty to check that you haven’t fallen asleep in the tub and drowned.”
“Always lookin’ out for me, aren’t ya?” He said as he started up the stairs.
“Someone’s gotta.” She closed the door before he could reply.