dontgiveadonald

[dontgiveadonald]

It was sad that right before his eyes Donald was slowly witnessing exactly what happened between him and his twin sister — siblings growing apart as they grow up. Adulthood was cruel to siblings in Donald’s experience, though even his experience was unique as he was raising his sister’s kids after she disappeared. Donald’s heart sank, feeling some fault in this case. The big secret Dewey had kept all started because Donald and Scrooge wanted to protect the boys by hardly mentioning their mother. They made the topic of Della taboo enough to build Dewey’s curiosity further — he should’ve seen this coming from a mile away, but Donald thought they were doing the right thing by keeping any Della talk to a minimum. 

“I know… Maybe Scrooge and I shouldn’t have been so secretive about your mom in the first place,” Donald admitted out loud. “If we had been more open with talking about her, maybe Dewey would’ve been more open to you and Louie too.” The truth was they never really would know how different things could’ve played out, but Donald still felt some guilt. 

Thankfully, he could sense that Huey was easing up a little bit, his words coming off as less harsh and more rational. Donald sighed in return, “That’s alright. Take whatever time you need.” Maybe it wasn’t fair to tell Huey to forgive for the sake of their family, but Donald wasn’t sure what other advice to give. It was either that or Huey would end up how Donald and Scrooge had been in the past, completely out of each other’s lives until Donald needed more help with the boys. “Maybe that’s something you could ask him, when you’re ready to talk to him again?”

He should’ve known. That’s what he kept on thinking. He should’ve known. About the fact that Dewey was trying to find out what happened to their mom even if he hadn’t bothered to tell either him or Louie about it. About how Webby found out and had secretly been aiding Dewey the entire time despite her having every chance to tell him and Louie the truth herself. And even on that fateful day where they thought they landed on a huge break in discovering the truth about their mom— He should have known. But above all else, what Huey hated the most about not knowing about any of this was how completely blind he was in seeing just how much Dewey missed their mom. Despite neither of him or his brothers ever knowing her outside of the few things Uncle Donald had told them about, it never crossed Huey’s mind to miss her like that, nor did he consider either of his brothers would miss her too. Sure, he harbored some curiosity about their mom, but it was never enough for him to truly miss her nonexistent presences within their life. 

They had their Uncle Donald and Aunt Daisy to fit that parental role within their lives. Their Uncle Donald was pretty much their actual dad since he was the one who’s been with the three of them since he could remember. And even then, they had their Webby, Great Uncle Scrooge, Ms. Beakley, Launchpad, Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Morty, Ferdie, Millie, Melody, Felicity, and Amely— he and his brothers had so many people within their lives that filled the void their mom had left them. How could Huey miss someone he never knew and yet have her be the founding reason to the destruction of his entire family? How could she be the motivating reason for Dewey to cause all of this, when all he had to do was let them know how he felt. Where they just not good enough for his brother? Is that it? Is that why Dewey kept all of this a secret?

His uncle was right, Huey did needed time, a lot of time. Time to really mull all of this through, and maybe then he could stop being so angry over all of this. Or maybe thinking all of this would end up pissing him off even more, he didn’t know. “…..We never kept this big of a secret from each other before.” Is what he began to say “At least— I thought we never did, but clearly I was wrong about that.” It was always one thing whenever he and his brothers, plus Webby, would know something that they didn’t tell their Uncle Donald or Uncle Scrooge about. That was them keeping a secret among each other—among siblings—but that was also a testament of how much they trusted one another to not tell anyone else. Even if that secret was a truth that could otherwise hurt to some degree, they would still tell one another about it, so Uncle Donald’s suggestion of Dewey wanting to protect the truth didn’t make any sense to Huey. “This was more then wanting to protect the truth, he was holding out on his own feelings— from us.” Was he and Louie bad brothers towards Dewey? Maybe that was it? Sure, he and Dewey fought more times than he can count, but Huey never tried to make his brother feel like he wasn’t necessary to their family. And he knew for a fact that Louie never did so himself. He sighed. “I know Webby’s not completely at fault. If it’s this hard for Dewey to tell us the truth, then no doubt it was even harder for Webby to do so, but still, it’s hard to wrap it around my head that they both kept things hidden for so long.” At his uncles following words, Huey snorted. “I won’t lie to you, Uncle Donald, I don’t think I can let this go anytime soon.” He confessed, though this time there wasn’t as much bite to his words as there had been before. “But I’ll try. For our families sake. I just wished I knew what has been going through Dewey’s head before any of this happened. I mean, he never even expressed missing our mom before, but now I’m wondering for how long? Just recently? Always?” 

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It seemed that despite the three of them all having the same conversation, Donald and Daisy were still picking up on different ideas overall between Louie and Davis. While Daisy was picking up on the freedom Louie likely had at Davis’ house and being able to escape his aunt and uncle’s coddling, Donald still saw it in the money aspect. It did make sense though that Louie would want to get out of the house more after adjusting to his injury and being home so much, but Donald didn’t think that was the main reason. Besides, even if now wasn’t exactly a good time to bring him over because of the tension between the family, Donald felt that was all the more reason to — it would help things to feel more normal around here again.

Donald gave Daisy a look that silently said The hell is that supposed to mean? as she commented about Davis’ parents. She was absolutely right and he couldn’t deny it, but that didn’t mean she had to actually say it. Donald took some offense but didn’t admit that out loud. He hadn’t thought about it in a way that he and Daisy could potentially be keeping Louie from doing something else; Louie was the type of person who would typically be honest if he’d rather be doing something else. Especially considering the circumstances, the youngest triplet obviously not feeling comfortable going to the ball while his siblings went, it only made sense for Donald and Daisy to make plans with him instead. In fact, Donald was even surprised that Dewey, Huey and Webby went to the ball together at all (it was likely they were just riding together and not actually hanging out together there, but it was still progress in Donald’s eyes). Louie’s answer was quicker than he expected it to be, and his gaze went back to the triplet instead of at Daisy. He momentarily wondered if Louie only agreed to spend time with them tonight because he felt obligated to, but the mention of them being cooler than Davis’ parents made Donald smile. He responded teasingly, “Even if they have more money than us?”

It wasn’t surprising for the designer to hear Louie utter a quick and resounding “No” in response to Donald’s question. In fact, hearing the elongated way he said it, had caused Daisy to let out a small chuckle in response. While personally, she believed that Louie should bring Davis to the Manor sometime soon so that she and Donald could at least meet him due to how long it’s been since the young billionaire was last at their home, she also could see why the younger wasn’t compelled to do so. Now wasn’t exactly the best of times to be bringing in newer faces nor to be introducing them to the family. But it wasn’t as if Davis was actually new. If anything, Daisy was certain that whatever the true nature of Louie’s relationship with Davis was like, Huey, Dewey, and Webby already knew about it along with the others. They at least had a better sense of what it was like more than she and Donald did. Which is why the designer wanted to be re-introduced to him. However, she was content with waiting until Louie felt ready to bring Davis home.

“He does have quit the extravagant home.” Daisy commented with agreement to Donald, as the gruesome introduction scene of the film came to an end and the title card appeared. Even if they were to disregard the many reasons of why Louie didn’t want to bring Davis over to the Manor, the brunette would admit that Davis’s home must be lavish enough for the youngest triplet to not want to go anywhere else besides there. Compared to Scooge’s, despite the McDuck Manor being equally as grand, it must be nothing in comparison to what Davis had back at his home. She recalled that one birthday party in which Louie himself had once attended and the party favors Davis had offered. Although, that event may not be the best example of why his place was more preferable, Daisy will admit, if she were Louie and had to decide between spending time at the Manor or Davis’s Mansion, she too would have chosen the latter. “And he certainly must not have parents who bore or cuddle him so much.” She once again shot a glance at the boy, the brief wonder if perhaps Louie wished he was spending this day with his ‘friend’ rather than the two of them. “…..We aren’t keeping you from spending the day with him, are we?” 

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Donald made sure to not draw any attention as Daisy changed in the room with him. Although they were married, this wasn’t anything new to them, there was still an unspoken tension lingering, to the point that he knew better than to stare as she changed. He didn’t want to scare her away so quickly — it had been so long since she stayed here with him. It was a relief as she sat beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as they could feel each other’s warmth. He missed this — them being together. Sometimes the distance between them made it seem like they weren’t even married at all. It was no way to be in a happy, stable marriage.

Even if they agreed they needed rest, it was highly unlikely that they would actually do so. There was so much lost time to be made up for, so much to be said. As he laid on his back, Daisy rested her head on his chest, allowing him to softly run his fingers through her hair. A moment of silence followed, Donald taking in the scent of her shampoo and enjoying the calm moment. Once his wife broke the silence, he didn’t know how to respond at first. He had so much on his mind. He exhaled a deep breath. “... How much I’ve missed this,” he began honestly. It was easier to be honest about his feelings when she wasn't able to meet his gaze, staring at the top of her head as he gently played with her hair. “How I wish it could always be like this.”

Accepting the Blink 182 shirt, the woman then made her way towards the other end of his room to change. Normally, she would have gotten dressed then and there, Daisy unashamed of exposing her body nor to getting undressed in front of others, especially if it was in front of Donald. But now wasn’t the kind of situation to act so un-modist, instead, she quietly stripped off her clothes before slipping into the shirt without wearing much else underneath. Donald had finished changing himself, and as he took a seat against the edge of his bed, she made her way towards him.

Taking a seat besides him, the designer continued to keep quiet, merely nodding her head as he thanked her again for staying. “Of course,” she replied, a slight shiver running through her back as he wrapped an arm around her weight. Daisy relaxed immediately soon after, finding solace whenever Donald held her—she even allowed herself to rest her head against his shoulder momentarily as he asked if she wanted to lay down. The brunette nodded. “We should get some rest.” She uttered, aware that sleep wouldn't be coming to them anytime soon. Still, she pulled away yet guided Donald back against the bed with her where Daisy then re-positioned herself besides him once again. This time, she rested her head against his chest. “….Tell me what’s on your mind, Don.” 

[dontgiveadonald]

Sometimes it was almost irritating how helpful and put-together Mickey could be, but Donald never actually expressed that out loud. Mickey was a good friend to have on his side, so any bitterness or jealousy seemed irrational in the grand scheme of things. Still, everything always worked out for him, whereas Donald was always struggling, whether it was with jobs, family, his mental health… He was broken from his thoughts as one of the employees brought their drinks, nodding a silent thank you to the waiter. Then, his attention was returned to his friend, who seemed to be piecing together why exactly Donald was suddenly changing his mind on the offer. “It’s part of it,” he answered reluctantly. It more-so related to his issues with his and Daisy’s relationship, but also corresponded to the aftermath of the hotel incident and Louie’s injury. “Things could be better,” Donald confessed, reaching for his own drink and sliding it closer to himself. “Webby’s still been distant, which maybe seeing her around more here would help ease some of our concerns… And Dewey’s still staying with the twins, so we haven’t seen him much.” He was clearly avoiding mentioning his relationship problems, unsure if Daisy had ever vented to Minnie about it and if Mickey would also be aware. “Louie’s a lot more independent now that he’s adjusted, and Huey’s still… struggling to cope with everything.”

Ah, so this was all for his family. Hearing that, Mickey nodded his head in understanding. If there was one thing he knew when it came to Donald, it was how much the man prioritized his family members. He took in and raised Huey, Dewey, and Louie when his twin sister had disappeared after all, and though he did have the help of the others when it came to raising the boys, Donald did most of that all on his own. So it made since to the actor that the sailor was choosing to accept his job offer for the sake of his family. However, that still brought on more questions. “No thanks needed, you know I’m always here to help whenever you want it.” Mickey replied, just as one of the waiters came up to their table and placed down a drink for the two of them. He thanked them before they walked away, focusing his attention back on his best friend. “What’s best for your family, huh?” The brunette repeated, trying to word everything carefully before he asked his following question. “Does this have to do with everything that went on lately? I’ve noticed that things still seemed to be a little…tensed with you guys.” Mickey commented, as he reached for his drink. “You don’t need to say much if you don’t want to but— how’re things gong back at home?”

[dontgiveadonald]

Donald had been trying extra hard to work on his relationship with Daisy recently, focusing on being together more. However, he also had to focus on her needs, which included her career. So while at first he had insisted she still go on the trip despite it being near his birthday, he was pleasantly surprised when she decided it was best if he came along so they could still celebrate. What he hadn’t planned was such a stressful trip to their destination, which led to already being exhausted once they arrived at Bora Bora. Maybe he was a little dramatic, but everyone knew Donald didn’t handle stress very well. 

Of course, Daisy seemed much calmer and well-rested as they arrived at their hotel room, looking on the brighter side of the situation as she crawled into bed beside him. She tugged the pillow away from him so he had no choice but to meet her gaze, and he forced a pleasant smile to show her that he was just fine despite the dramatics. “Yeah, yeah,” he agreed, turning onto his side so he fully faced his wife. Though she claimed they could do whatever they wanted, it was really her choice, considering she also had business to attend to on this trip. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t already have a vacation itinerary mapped out for us?” He asked with a playful smile. There was no way he could truly believe that. “Come on, what’s first on the agenda? Lay it on me.”

When an important business event at Bora Bora required her to fly out of the isle fell along the same dates as Donald’s birthday, there was only one of two options Daisy could’ve chosen. First, one being she cancels on the related event, stay home and celebrate his birthday with all their family and friends. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option she could’ve chosen, as the brands the designer was planning on meeting were ones she has been in the works of networking with and if she fell through on this deal now, there wouldn’t be another chance for Daisy to do so again. And Donald knew this, which is why he insisted for Daisy to still go despite knowing it meant her missing his birthday. However, Daisy didn’t want to miss his birthday, despite all of the back and forth issues the couples had recently, she wasn’t about to let it deter the celebration of an important day for Donald. Which brings her to her second option and the one Daisy had gone with— bringing Donald with her to Bora Bora and making what was meant to be a business trip, into now a couples gateway for them two and birthday vacation for Donald. A much preferable decision in her opinion. 

But alas, arriving to the airport and going through the usual protocol before entering their flight hadn’t been as smooth sailing as the woman would’ve liked. Donald’s infamous bad luck triggering with him being pulled aside by TSA, and even prior to that if Huey had not reminded him to bring his passport despite Daisy asking him multiple times the night before if he was sure he had packed everything. The woman found herself shaking her head throughout the entirety of the situation, relaxing once they were settled inside the plane, and then being grateful that their travel between the airport and hotel didn’t result in anymore hiccups. “Imagine it on the brighter side, Don—“ Daisy began, dropping her bag against the lounge seat that was inside their hotel room before crawling onto the bed besides him. “We didn’t have to deal with any turbulence inside the plane and our reservation was perfect with no issues in us checking in.” She replied in light humor. Then reaching over to tug on the pillow so she could lock eyes with him, Daisy sultry smiled. “And now it’s just the two of us— we can do whatever we want with no stress~” 

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The heaviness in Webby’s sigh was evident, Donald knowing all too well how he typically felt whenever he sighed that way. Seeing Webby this way was strange though, whereas she was typically much peppier and full of life. So much had changed recently; all they could hope was that things would eventually improve. It would just take time, but Donald thought a nice big box of donuts would be a good start. 

As she finally agreed, though seemingly just to get him to go away rather than actually wanting it, Donald lightly smiled as he pushed the box of donuts in her direction. This was a start, even if her reaction wasn’t what he hoped for. “It’s all yours,” he promised as he nodded toward the donut inside the box. As she took it, he reached over to hand her a napkin to go with it. “You’re welcome,” he answered, pausing before deciding to address the elephant in the room. He may as well before she tried to hide out in her room again. “... Are you doing okay, Webby?”

As her attempts to not accept the donut—despite every fiber of her being wanting nothing more than to do the exact opposite , the blonde let out a heavy sigh. She should have figured that Donald would buy enough donuts for everyone within the mansion. Even for Scrooge and her Granny despite the two of them not bothering to touch any, the blonde was sure that there was a donut for everyone here and then some. Which meant that even if she tried to refuse the one Donald was offering her, it would be hard without Webby outright saying “no” to it. And in hindsight, that is all she needed to say, but with the man staring at her encouragingly and with concern, she couldn’t find it within herself to say it.

“Okay…..” Webby decided to give in with a slight nod of the head. “I’ll take the extra sprinkled donut, Donald— thank you.” She added, not forgetting her manners that her Granny had taught her despite a part of her now screaming foul words to herself for accepting. She didn’t deserve any sugary sweets or even Donald’s kindness in getting some of these for her. Maybe she could pretend like she’s ate the donut and throw it away in secret so he wouldn’t have to no? But then that would be a waste, and she didn’t like the idea of throwing something away at the same time. The blonde then forced out a smile. 

[dontgiveadonald]

Donald was oblivious to the fact that Davis and Louie may be something more than friends, missing the hints of any romantic feelings that Daisy was instead picking up on. He especially didn't pick up that it was really a sugar arrangement, but hearing that Louie felt safe with Davis only made Donald think about the money aspect of the matter still, the safety net of his wealth specifically. He and Daisy had entirely separate thoughts on the matter, but it would be no surprise if they both were to debrief this discussion later once they were done spending time with the youngest triplet.

Despite that the movie was starting, the conversation was yet to be over, at least for Donald. They'd all seen it before anyway. Louie was giving rather short answers to his uncle's questions, and Donald noticed that immediately. The simple Yep! was no surprise, but the no that followed had Donald thinking it over. In some ways it made sense, with the tension in the house still present, but in other ways it was suspicious. "Hm," Donald hummed simply with pursed lips as he turned his gaze to the TV. Was he just embarrassed by his family? Donald hoped not... but again, he mainly had a feeling it related to Davis' wealth, especially as Louie mentioned preferring to be at his house. It wasn't like their place was small, the manor quite large with Scrooge's wealth, but Davis may have lived a more extravagant life and provided more fun with his wealth than their uncle did. "Must be a pretty nice place."

Above everything, Daisy wanted each of the kids to be safe and sound. Not just Louie, but Huey and Dewey as well, and Webby. All four of the kids safety was a main priority for the woman, no matter how much older each of them get’s or her knowing that they could handle their own when things get dire— she was bound to get worried still. That’s what happens when she’s been around their lives since they were young, the boys especially, as the brunette knew them when they were all still adorable little babies. The imagine of each of the boys as a baby coming across her mind, especially that of one whenever Donald held a sleeping baby Louie cradled up within his arms. Louie had always napped the most compared to his brothers— always looking more fragile and tinier than Huey and Dewey despite all of them being very close to the same weight and height to each other. Daisy wanted to protect him the most. Though her love for all three of the boys had firmly remain the same as she could never love either of them more than the other, it was no secret that the youngest triplet held a softer spot within her heart hence why she treated him more gently than she did with either Huey or Dewey. 

However, if there was one thing the woman desired most besides wanting to protect the kids, it was seeing them happy. She truly felt that as long as they all were living well and happy lives, than she too could be content. Hence, why with all the tension and complications that had occurred since the bombing accident, she’s been feeling anything but content. Her kids were all hurt in many ways than just physically, and Daisy wasn’t sure if any of this could be resolved so soon. But she wished it could be, hoping that Huey and Louie could find it within themselves to forgive both Dewey and Webby, and that all four kids could make amends and be able to move forward from all this. But she was aware all of that needed to take time. Aware that they all may need some space away from one another, and during the meantime of doing so, for anyone else who’s around her kids to make them happy until then. Like Davis. 

Louie quickly affirmed that he did feel safe with him around, that statement causing Daisy to raise a small brow at him to make sure what he said was true, only for her to then nod. “Good. As long as he makes you feel safe and happy, that’s all that matters to me.” Is all the woman said, just as Donald spoke up as he let in the rest of Louie’s words sink in. She recalled back during a time where Davis used to be a goofy friend of the boys before he had gotten rich. It had been a shame on how spoiled and self-centered he acted when that had happened, and she admittedly wasn’t too fond when he attempted to kidnap Louie and tried to force him into becoming his friend again. But she was glad to hear that Louie was able to patch things up with the other and reinstate that old friendship they once had. Or from the sounds of it, perhaps something more? But that was a bridge that she would cross whenever the youngest triplet felt comfortable in admitting to them, the designer choosing to not question him even further as Louie pressed ‘PLAY’ on Scream. Donald, on the other hand, didn’t seem to get the memo as he questioned his nephew if they’ll be seeing Davis around soon, and try as she might, Davis couldn’t help but glance back at the youngest to hear his response to that.

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By the blank expression on his nephew’s face, it was clear that he wasn’t getting through to him like he’d hoped. Donald sighed. Huey was more like him than he ever thought before. He wouldn’t wish his anger issues on anyone, feeling bad for his nephew but knowing all he could really do was be supportive and ensure that he didn’t let his anger take over his entire life. 

Just like Huey was used to Dewey being selfish, Donald had grown used to Della being selfish after so many years too, though that never erased the anger he felt when she had disappeared and left her sons behind. Even to this day, Donald still would have dreams of Della coming back and Donald letting out all his anger in an argument with her. There was the childish selfishness, and then there was the selfishness that changed the lives of their family forever, and Della and Dewey had both crossed that line by now. To an extent, Donald and Huey would never fully comprehend their siblings thought processes, which was why it was best to accept the damage already done and move forward. It would drive them insane to try to make sense of it otherwise.

The uncle could see Huey biting back his bitterness as he listened. He knew it wasn’t easy. He nodded silently at his question, expecting the triplet’s stubbornness to continue — he couldn’t be angry at Huey for it. “You need time… and that’s fine. I’m just saying you can’t hold onto this forever.” If he did stay angry forever, it would tear him apart — tear them all apart. They didn’t need more damage than they already had in this family. Listening to Huey explain, Donald could understand where he was coming from. He had countless situations in the back of his mind that he could think of where he also was the last to be known about something. Donald was left out pretty often. He wondered if Huey understood why Dewey had left him out of it though, why he was smart enough to keep it from the eldest triplet. “I know… he probably only did that because he wanted to protect the truth, which we all know was stupid and selfish. It wasn’t anything personal to you, or Louie. And Webby…” he sighed again as he continued, “He obviously took advantage because he knew she wouldn’t want to betray him.. If I were you, I wouldn’t put any blame on her. She was caught in the middle and she shouldn’t have been put in that position in the first place.” Unfortunately, none of them should have been put in the positions they were in, yet here they were. He eyed his nephew carefully to gauge how he was feeling about all of this. He wished he could do more. “Don’t let this eat you alive, Huey. It may seem like Dewey was trying to push you away, but he wasn’t. He just … he doesn’t think before doing things, and he’ll sneak around if he knows anyone would try and stop him. That isn’t any of our fault but his. But I think he’s starting to learn his lesson.” Or at least he truly hoped so.

Without even much as reacting, he stared at his Uncle Donald with a blank expression. “Unless you’re like me, your anger will die out eventually” Huey wasn’t so confident about that. It’s been weeks since the accident, and the eldest triplet was still fuming over what happened. If it had been any other situation, than yes, he would have agreed with his uncle because by now, he most likely would have simmer down and even seen reason to what happened. But there was so much happening inside Huey’s mind that anger seemed like the only logical answer he could make in regards to his brother’s actions. 

He was use to his middle brother’s acts of selfishness. It wasn’t unnoticed to him that because he was the middle triplet, that Dewey had the knack for doing anything and everything to try and stand out. Things like Only Child Day, not listening to Uncle Scrooge’s orders during an adventure, finding himself among a band of Sky Pirates and somehow successfully leading them, and of course discovering that their very own mother may actually be alive and lost somewhere yet instead of telling either him or Louie about any of that, Dewey decided it was a better idea to find out the truth all on his own! Huey get’s it! Dewey didn’t want to be someone who got lost within the shuffle of being a triplet (even though the eldest didn’t know why because it wasn’t as if he or louie ignored him or purposely tried to make their brother feel left out regardless if there were many things the three of them couldn’t agree on)— but to be so selfish that it almost cost the expense of Louie? It’s difficult for Huey to be so forgiving about it.

Staring into the tired eyes of his Uncle Donald, Huey listened to his uncle’s words. He understood what his uncle was telling him, he was being told that despite all the anger and his current inability to forgive his brother for what he has done, that he should be grateful that the three of them were still well and alive. That their whole family was well and alive, and how it should be good for Huey to move on instead of holding a grudge against something that happened within the past. The eldest triplet’s pressed his mouth together, wanting to be stubborn towards his Uncle Donald and argue again on how this was difficult because it wasn’t even him who was holding onto the past but it was Dewey! “You want me to be the bigger person and forgive Dewey for what he’s done?” Huey asked, as a deep sigh escaped his lips. “I see what you’re telling me, Uncle Donald, but— I can’t. There is so much more boiling inside of me than just the anger I feel towards Dewey.” He admitted, the boy now breaking eye contact with his uncle and looking away, shifting his gaze towards the side. “…I am happy that we’re all alive, that Louie only got injured, but do you know how painful it was learning that I was the last one to find out about what Dewey and Webby were doing? That even if Dewey hadn’t meant for things to happen this way— he still thought it was better to go off on this journey when it doesn’t only involve him. Louie and I should’ve known about this from the start! And yet….” 

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Donald could see the look of worry on Minnie’s face, but it didn’t concern him much. He was growing used to it after everything that had happened with his family. Lately, he had been more concerned about his boys than his own well-being, which was clearly showing. In some ways Donald felt as if he were failing as a parent, often reflecting on how different things would be if Della had never left. How much heartache could have been prevented without her absence? He sighed.

“Louie is,” Donald answered, scratching some of the stubble on his chin as he met her gaze. It had taken some time for the youngest triplet to adjust, but he was glad that Louie was finally talking to someone other than friends and family. As for the rest of them, well… “I still go to my anger management... but finding time for counseling isn’t easy,” he confessed. Honestly, he worried that Huey would be next in line in needing anger management, recognizing the similarities between them and their anger. “I already know what you’re thinking,” he continued, “but the boys are all grown. I can't force it on them.” There was a whole other layer to it too, with his and Daisy’s own marital issues; he wondered how much Minnie knew about that, or if Daisy had been honest with her about these things. “I have thought about it though, at least for me and Daisy…”

@dontgiveadonald said: “I’m normal. This is what normal looks like when you’ve had my life.”

Despite Donald’s assurance that he was normal, Minnie was going to guess from the bags under his eyes and the growth of his stubble that he hadn’t slept or taken care of himself for, say, a week. It was understandable that he had bigger problems to contend with than self-care, but really—at what point was somebody going to intervene and get this man a healthy meal and 8 hours of sleep for at least one night? “I don’t mean to pry,” Minnie started, which always was the first thing anybody said before prying, “But are you and the family going to any counseling sessions? I know it’s hard to find the time in times like these, but therapy is a really useful tool.”

[dontgiveadonald]

Donald silently agreed with Daisy that safety was the main priority for Louie. The uncle had always worried about the triplets while raising them, but he couldn’t help but be more protective since the youngest’s injury. The last thing they needed was an outside influence to stir up more problems with the family, or more specifically with Louie. Donald watched as Daisy handed the triplet the remote, surprised by his quick response initially before a slight lull followed it in the conversation; Louie was likely choosing his next words carefully. Whether the triplet had been overdramatic about Davis Drake’s behavior in the past or he really had changed, Donald was still bound to be weary.

The uncle listened with genuine interest — if Louie really was reconnecting with an old friend after so much chaos had happened, it was probably a good thing. It was a step up from him isolating himself, though deep down Donald did hope for the brothers and Webby to reconnect eventually. He knew it would take time, and Donald was the last person to try and rush that process, so he avoided pushing. Besides, he was still frustrated with Dewey himself; they all needed time for forgiveness.

On the other hand, it would be very on-brand of Louie to use this potential friend for his wealth. Donald didn’t want to assume, but he spoke up anyway to see how Louie would respond. “So it’s like before, but he’s rich now…” Donald trailed off, eyebrows quirked up as he looked at his nephew quizzically. It was normal for the uncle to scold the youngest if he caught even a whiff of a potential scheme before, but it wasn’t like he was hurting anyone… He decided not to read too deeply into it, cutting some slack for a change. Besides, it seemed like Louie was already over this conversation. Donald continued anyway, “Sounds like he’s a good friend. Does that mean we’ll be seeing him around sometime soon?”

As Louie tried to back peddle on past lies in order to clean up the imagine of this certain rich friend of his, Daisy almost shook her head. Instead, she met Donald’s gaze, a silent communication happening between them as they both were thinking the same thing. The designer had made the correct guess, however, the younger clearly was uncomfortable with the two of them asking him about it and so the couple decided not too. Not so upfront at the very least.

“I was thinking we could watch a classic,” The woman began, settling herself back against the cushions of the couch as she turned her gaze back towards the television. “Like Trick ‘r Treat? or Scream?” She suggested, peaking back at Louie as Daisy was ultimately leaving the final choice up to him on what they’ll watch. In spite of all her’s and Donald’s sudden questioning, she still wanted to make this night enjoyable for the youngest triplet since he couldn’t attend the ball with the rest of his siblings. The brunette then nodded at Donald’s following words, going as far as to let out a loud hum in agreement. “Oh, I was also considering Misery as an option too.” Daisy added, handing the remote to Louie as she did so. “Like Donald said, we do want you to have friends and if you want to be friends with him, by all means. As long as you feel safe with him is all that matters to us— and you do feel safe with him?”

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Daisy’s smile eased Donald’s worry, relieved she wasn’t angry about his forwardness as he led them to his bedroom. She could have easily made a fuss about his gesture, even refused to stay the night if she really felt like it, so he was grateful she didn’t. Once they entered his room and the door was closed, he found her one of his favorite Blink 182 shirts from his dresser and handed her the folded piece of clothing. While she changed, he switched into his plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt. There was a silence between them as they both changed, though Donald was mentally preoccupied, quietly wondering if he should address the elephant in the room once they were settled in bed. Where would the conversation even begin?

Tossing his clothes into his laundry basket, he sat at the edge of the bed, leaving space for Daisy to sit beside him. He waited for her to sit before breaking the silence, "Thanks ... for agreeing to stay." He decided to slowly ease into any potential serious talks; the last thing he wanted was to start a possible fight. Donald wrapped an arm around her waist, his fingers gently brushing against the side of her arm. He really was glad she was here tonight, relieved to have his wife at home. "You wanna lay down?"

His expression had immediately lightened at her compliance, and for a split second, Daisy forgot all her hesitance and smiled back at Donald.  She still wasn’t sure about her choice to stay the night, unsure of what will come of them once they both disappear within the closed doors of his bedroom, however with the way he had smiled at her, how could the woman refuse him? Daisy may be a bundle of hot-headed and stubbornness, a prideful woman who doesn’t fall weak in the knees for any man, but Donald wasn’t just some man. He was the love of her life, and for all their ups and downs as a couple, not once has her love for him faded away. Not even now.

She allowed him to take her hand and lead her upstairs, not bothering to put on a fuss on how she could walk herself there despite how both physically and mentally exhausted she was. She didn’t even fuss on how there were multiple bedrooms she could sleep in— not needing to be guided into Donald’s bedroom when there were guest rooms she could stay within instead. But that was because of the unspoken reason of how sleeping together is what the both of them needed. Maybe a moment of seclusion is exactly what the couple needed, regardless if the night lead to them to only sleeping or to talking or even something much more. Once they were inside, and the door had been closed right behind them, Daisy nodded. “A shirt would be fine.” She replied, placing her purse on top of Donald’s dresser.  

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Donald sighed, seemingly in defeat, as he sat across from his best friend with hands folded in his lap. He was finally doing it — caving in and taking Mickey’s job offer after a long discussion with Daisy. He wanted his wife back home with him, and if working at the House of Mouse would bring her back, he’d put his pride aside and do it in a heartbeat. He was still a little bitter about it deep down, but he was sucking it up anyway. “I’m sure,” Donald nodded in confirmation, clearing his throat after. He had known before he arrived there’d be no need to convince Mickey, for he’d offered the job to Donald too many times in the past to even count. So it was no surprise when his friend questioned why he was changing his mind suddenly, though still supportive anyway. Donald didn’t want to confess that it was mainly Daisy’s doing, but he was still honest. “I need to do what’s best for my family, and right now… it’s this.” Even if he really didn't want to at the end of the day, he still appreciated Mickey for keeping the offer on the table for so long. Don stuck his hand out to shake his best friend's, putting bitterness aside — after all, Mickey's generosity was potentially bringing his marriage back to the way it should be. "Seriously, thanks."

After receiving a call from Donald about the two of them meeting up at the House of Mouse, Mickey hadn’t expected for the reason behind their get together being his best friend asking for a job. Or to put it more accurately, Donald wanted to meet up in order to discuss the job offer the younger had given him months ago. “You sure about this, Don?” Mickey questioned, eyeing his friend who sat across from him. Last time he brought up how he had a position ready and opened for Donald to take, the older had outright refused the offer, claiming how he didn’t want to be tied down to a nine-to-five job. The actor had understood, receding his offer because he wasn’t about to push it onto his best friend, but not without letting Donald know that whenever he wanted to, the job offer was still open for him. But Mickey had to admit, he didn’t expect for him to change his mind— figuring that if anything, the other man would go find a job he felt aligned more to his taste. So why the change? “I mean, if you want the job, it’s already yours!" He clarified, as to Donald know that he had no qualms in giving him this job. "But I have to ask, what changed your mind?” [ @dontgiveadonald ]

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Though a birthday vacation was meant to be stress-free, there was always at least a little bit of chaos that came along with traveling. Between almost forgetting his passport the morning of their flight and getting pulled aside by TSA at the airport, by the time they were up in the air Donald was certainly on edge. They were lucky enough to have Huey drive them to the airport that morning, who had been the one to remind him to check he had his passport in the first place! Once Huey dropped them off though, it was up to Daisy to calm Donald at the airport. He was just ready for a truly relaxing vacation.

It was a long trip to their destination, so once they arrived at Bora Bora the couple was relieved. After getting their room key, Donald led Daisy to the hotel room while dragging along their luggage, practically flopping into their king-sized bed once they found the correct room and stepped inside. He had no idea what was planned for the day or for most of the trip, leaving the actual planning to Daisy since she had to plan around her work schedule, but he hoped she at least made the first day of the trip one that focused on rest and relaxation. He muttered with his face against the pillow, "I swear I've aged five years since this trip started and we just got here."

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Huey's scoff was to be expected. Donald could've been considered a hypocrite by reciting that family is family — he'd held his own personal family grudges in the past, including with Scrooge because of Della. They didn't speak to each other for years until Donald needed help with the triplets, but things eventually changed. Life circumstances, aging, and overall exhaustion (not to mention the years of anger management) pushed Donald to let go of old grudges. He really hoped deep down that Huey would eventually do the same, but he was in no place to rush that process; he just wanted to be real with him.

You don't get it. Donald sighed at the statement. Unfortunately, he understood more than he wanted to. It felt like history was repeating itself in the family — With Della, there was no way of stopping her. With Dewey, they still maybe had a chance. It was certainly too late to change what happened to Louie, but they could ensure that something worse doesn't happen in the future. "Unless you're like me, your anger will die out eventually," he attempted to reassure him. If Huey was like Donald, well, at least they had good resources for anger management in the area.

The uncle listened to the eldest triplet in silence, trying to think of something to counter back but at a loss. Huey was right — Dewey has been selfish lately, and they did almost lose Louie. Even if Donald wanted to hold a grudge against the middle triplet too deep down, he realistically knew that Dewey was only human, a product of his environment yet exactly like the family member he has no memories with. The conversation continued to remind him of his sister, but Donald tried to stay focused on Huey. Finally breaking the silence, his tired eyes met the triplet's as he continued to be real with him. "When I go to bed at night now, I force myself to lay there and think about how grateful I am, that despite what happened, despite everything, you are all still alive and safe." He wasn't sure if this would make him feel better or not, but it was the truth. "Of course I'm not happy about what happened... but I'm happy that you're still alive for me to do better from now on. For all of us to do better, including Dewey." There was no telling whether or not Dewey was actually going to learn from everything, but they could hope. "Staying angry at him just means that we're holding onto the past, and we'll have to move on eventually. Not for us, not for Dewey, but for Louie."

At his Uncle Donald’s words—particularly when he made the claim of “family is family”—Huey scoffed. Obviously, deep down, he was aware of what his uncle meant, that no matter how angry or upset with his brother the eldest of the triplets was, he shouldn’t let that anger consume him to the point of potentially losing his brother in the process. Of not having Dewey within his life anymore; and for all intent purposes, Huey didn’t want to lose his brother nor did he want him out of his life entirely. However, that did not disregard or subside the intense and fury feelings Huey has been harboring against him as of late. After all, he may not want to lose Dewey as a brother, but it was also due to the actions of said brother is what nearly costed them both the life of their youngest brother— Louie.

“I know being like this is going to push Dewey further away, but Uncle Donald, you don’t get it— Whenever I look at him, all I feel is this intense fury that suddenly begins to brew inside of me, and I want to lash out at him because of it!” Huey confessed to his uncle. In any other case, admitting that he causes arguments with his brother on purpose to their Uncle Donald or how naturally angry he’s been getting whenever said brother was even within the same vicinity as him, the eldest triplet may have been wary of what his uncle might say in return. But not this time. Huey knew his uncle wouldn’t be upset at him for confessing why he’s been acting this way, and hearing how his uncle was also still angry at Dewey for what he caused only validated that. Letting out a big sigh, the boy looked back at his Uncle Donald. “Normally I’m okay with being part of damage control, but— how can I want and try to fix things when it was all thanks to him any of this happened. Like, do I want to lose Dewey as well? Of course not! But, I just can’t get over how selfish Dewey choose to be and because of that we nearly lost Louie in the process!” They were all put in a lose-lose situation all thanks to Dewey, and how could Huey get over all of that?

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Glad their bickering had subsided for now, it hadn't distracted them enough to ignore the reveal about Louie's rich friend who gifted him the flashy watch. Daisy had beat Donald to the next question, both the aunt and uncle connecting the dots on who Louie could possibly be talking about. Obviously, the triplet didn't like all the attention on him, but Daisy and Donald couldn't help but be curious.

Growing more and more confused as Louie began to now clean up past lies (though he wasn't really surprised), the uncle's eyebrows narrowed as he watched Louie try to subtly change the subject. Despite their previous spat, Donald met Daisy's gaze as if to see if she were on the same page as him, but he played casual and answered Louie's next question instead. "Wҽʅʅ, ιƚ'ʂ Hαʅʅσɯҽҽɳ .. Sσɱҽƚԋιɳɠ ʂƈαɾყ?" Waiting for Daisy to chime in since she had the remote now, he circled back to what Louie had previously said. He wasn't sure why exactly Louie was being strange about their questions, but he continued to tread lightly. "… I ɠυҽʂʂ ιƚ'ʂ ɠσσԃ ԋҽ'ʂ ƈԋαɳɠҽԃ. OႦʋισυʂʅყ ɯҽ ɯαɳƚ ყσυ ƚσ ԋαʋҽ ϝɾιҽɳԃʂ, Ⴆυƚ ɯҽ αʅʂσ ԃσɳ'ƚ ɯαɳƚ ƚσ ɠҽƚ α ƈαʅʅ ƚԋαƚ ყσυ ɯҽɾҽ ƙιԃɳαρρҽԃ."

Rather than saying anything, she once again rolled her eyes. The sarcastic remark of him knowing where the remote was, was n the tip of her tongue, and Daisy nearly made that remark if it were not for the fact that Louie was sitting between them. It wasn’t uncommon for her and Donald to have their spats even when in front of any of the kids, but for as tempting as making that comment would be especially when she knew for a fact that Donald didn’t know where the remote had been before all three of them had sat down on the couch, she didn’t want to cause another stir when their main priority should be on Louie. Besides, he had been able to find the remote soon enough and they both knew she was right, so that’s all that actually mattered.

That said, back onto the topic of focusing on Louie, the watch he had on his wrist had been questioned, and the woman found herself shooting the boy a knowing look. As she said, that was quite the expensive looking watch, one in which her nephew could not afford unless his Great Uncle Scrooge had been gracious enough to actually lend the kids more than a mere few bucks. And Daisy knew for a fact that Donald couldn’t have been the one to pay for it— his own curiosity over the watch providing proof that Louie must’ve gotten the watch from somewhere else. Perhaps, from another get-rich quickly scheme of his? But if that had been the case, surely Daisy would have heard about it by now, and Louie would’ve shown off the watch long ago if he had gotten it before the accident occurred. That leaves the conclusion that the watch was a gift, and at Louie’s confirmation that it had been one by a friend of his— a super rich friend at that, the designer raised a brow.

“A super rich friend, you say?” She repeated, finally looking away from the watch and leaning back against the couch as the youngest triplet hid his arm with the watch within the blanket surrounding him. Daisy then nodded her head at Donald’s question, lifting up the remote to choose a movie yet still glancing at Louie from the corner of her eye as to see who he would say that friend was. The boys had a handful of friends, all in which she and their uncle knew of, but not many of them could fit the definition of super rich. Especially when it came to Louie, as only one specific person his age came to mind, but the woman wasn’t sure if she could classify him as a friend of Louie’s. “It wouldn’t happen to be that same friend who tried to kidnap you and force you to stay as his friend forever, would it?” 

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There was no doubt that all the extra sugary, extra sprinkled donuts were meant specifically for Webby and the triplets. Scrooge and Beakley likely wouldn't go near the donuts at all, and Donald got himself some classic glazed that he much preferred. Daisy had yet to get here, but he picked a few just for her, too. Donald was being more than generous, getting plenty for everyone so no one felt left out. Still though, Webby resisted. Donald wondered why that was.

"I'ʅʅ ɱαƙҽ ʂυɾҽ Hυҽყ ɠҽƚʂ ʂσɱҽ αϝƚҽɾ I ƚαƙҽ Lσυιҽ ԋιʂ ρʅαƚҽ," Donald reassured her, holding back the annoyance that began to bubble inside him. He knew he had to be patient with her considering the circumstances. "I'ʋҽ ɠσƚ Lσυιҽ'ʂ ɾιɠԋƚ ԋҽɾҽ," he added, nodding to the plate beside him on the counter along with the glass for his drink. He almost said I don't think Louie will want yours, knowing Louie was still not talking to Webby or Dewey, but that likely would only make Webby feel worse. Neither of them brought up Dewey in the moment, and an awkward silence followed. Donald cleared his throat. "Tɾυʂƚ ɱҽ, ƚԋҽɾҽ'ʂ ρʅҽɳƚყ ϝσɾ ҽʋҽɾყσɳҽ. Jυʂƚ ƚαƙҽ σɳҽ."

He bought some with extra sprinkles?! Darn it, of course Donald would know the exact kind of donuts to buy her! And she can bet they were the type that was mostly decorated with pink sprinkles too, as those were especially her favorites. But as tempting as that sounds, Webby needed to resist. She couldn’t accept something that she knew she’ll enjoy when now wasn’t the right time to be doing any of that. 

“…..I saw Huey in the hallway when I left my room.” The blonde decided to say, diverting her eyes away from the box of donuts as to not fall into the temptation of snagging one even when Donald held it out closer towards her. “Why not ask him if he wants a donut? Or better yet— Louie’s still home, right? If any of us should have first dibs, it should be him.” Webby said with a faint smile as if to show she was perfectly alright with rejecting the offer. "He can even have mines too if he wants.”