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In spite of her comforting words, the woman could see it didn’t make much of an effect on Dewey. She figured it wouldn’t have, this entire situation so dire enough to be dispelled by her simple words, especially not with how much at fault the the middle triplet felt in all of this. And he was at fault, Daisy wasn’t going to deny that, but she also wasn’t about to be angry at him for it because she knew above all else, everything hadn’t been so intentional. Perhaps keeping the secret had been, but deep in her heart, she knew that Dewey never meant to hurt anyone. Including herself, but she was a grown adult, she could handle her emotions better than his siblings could.

“Well, I can’t deny that— he isn’t.” Daisy confirmed, choosing not to sugarcoat it as she recalled the anger Donald emoted back at the hospital as soon as he and Dewey thought they were alone. He has calmed down some since then, never one to stay angry at any of his nephews for so long despite his anger issues, but that didn’t mean Donald has completely forgiven Dewey yet. But the women didn’t bother to mention that, instead, choosing to be as transparent with the boy as she once again squeezed his hand within hers. As his gaze connected with her own, Daisy expected the next question he uttered. “Because I love you, and even if you may not view me as your mother-figure, I still view you like a son to me and what happened hasn’t changed that.” Daisy replied, now cupping her other hand over their connected ones. “Plus, I know no one else has came to you yet and asked how you’re fairing over all of this, so—  here I am. Tell me everything you're feeling.” 

It almost felt foreign to him as Daisy comfortingly put her hand on his — he’d hardly had any physical contact with family recently, and he hadn’t even realized it until he felt her gentle touch. It was a surprise he didn’t instinctively flinch away, but at the same time he felt his nervous system suddenly relax. He’d been so on edge since everything happened, so lonely and sad… at least there was one family member still willing to give him the time of day, even after hurting her too. 

Dewey listened as Daisy squeezed his hand, glancing down at their hands as she did so. As she mentioned solving everything, it only made him think of the mystery he’d been trying to solve in the first place, and how trying to solve that brought the family to this point in the first place. In that aspect, she was right too, even if that wasn’t what she meant; if Dewey had just been honest in the beginning, they wouldn’t be here, and there was no telling how different everything would be. Would they still be searching for their mother? Would he have been shut down and forced to put the mystery behind them like he'd been so afraid of? A moment of silence passed as he thought about all of this, finally breaking the silence as he continued avoiding her gaze. “I don’t know… I don’t think Uncle Donald is too happy with me right now…” or anyone else for that matter. Still, it was a relief that Daisy was willing to be on his side anyway despite everything. She may have been the only one, but he couldn’t figure out why that was. He finally met her gaze as he asked, “… Why are you being so nice to me, anyway?”

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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?” 

Louie could sense Donald sensing that there was more to his re-sparked friendship with Davis than he’d let on—the implications in the way he questioned that it was like old times except Davis was rich now didn’t go over his head. He didn’t think Donald was aware that this friendship was actually a sugar arrangement, but he did think that he might suspect Louie was being disingenuous, that he was using Davis for his money. Which, all things considered, would be a fair and balanced assumption; that was how this had started. Now they were actually friends though—he wasn’t lying about feeling safe and happy in Davis’ presence. If he lost all his money tomorrow, Louie would still want to be friends with him. He answered the question with a simple, “Yep!” not offering any more detail than he’d already provided; if Uncle Donald wasn’t going to accuse him of anything, he didn’t need to defend himself. Aunt Daisy seemed content to take his word for what it was anyway, not interrogating him any further.

The next question from his uncle, however, earned an immediate rebuff. “No,” Louie said, low and with an elongated ‘o’ sound. Not happening. It was enough that Ferdie had somehow weaseled his way into hanging out with him and Davis—and although the three of them did have fun together, that was its own thing. He didn’t want to introduce his sugar daddy to the whole family. Or the half of the family he was on speaking terms with anyway…Louie himself couldn’t even look at Dewey or Webby; he could probably get away without running into them if he brought Davis home, but it still wasn’t happening. Was it suspicious that he declined so quickly? He didn’t want his parents to think anything weird was going on, but…he just didn’t want anything to mess up what he had going on with Davis, and bringing him home sounded like a disaster waiting to happen. “We prefer hanging out at his place,” he added for damage control, once again trying to sound more nonchalant than he felt.

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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.

The question of him feeling safe with Davis made Louie introspect for a minute. The answer came instantly, a “Yeah, I do,” but the reason for that being the case ran deep—probably deeper than he cared to express to his aunt and uncle. Because part of why he felt so safe with Davis was that he was an escape from his home life, and that felt harsh to say to the people who had raised him. It was an unavoidable truth, though, that in the time since they’d started living with Uncle Scrooge, the kids had been on more dangerous family adventures than he could count, traumatic events stacking up with no breaks to rest. There had been high points, yes—it wasn’t all fear-for-his-life stunts—but also such lows that he’d sometimes felt like he would have to actually die before his cries for help would be heard by his great uncle and siblings, who were always too eager to continue the escapades. It wasn’t Donald or Daisy’s fault, because neither had been present for most of those outings, but the two adults he felt truly safe with who wouldn’t ignore his needs and safety, simply weren’t always there to protect him. They had jobs and lives of their own; he understood.

But Davis…once Louie got past the unpleasant memory of their interactions as young teenagers and saw how he’d changed from back then, it was easy to recognize just how much Davis represented a life of security to him. Financial comfort aside (even with that being the first reason for him to enter their arrangement), there was a great level of physical comfort being around someone whose idea of a vacation involved sandy beaches and destinations with nice amenities, not exploring dark underground complexes or fighting monsters. With Davis, he could relax in a way he had never been able to while living in constant survival mode. And then—after Louie had agreed to what he thought would be one safe little adventure in a stupid themed hotel, he lost a leg and all remaining trust in two of his siblings. Davis had been nothing but supportive and patient since then. So, yeah, Louie felt safe with him. How to reassure Donald and Daisy that he did without spewing all of his trauma out, though?

“He’s changed a lot since we were fourteen,” he reiterated. “Remember when we were all in Junior Woodchucks? Before he got his inheritance. The other kids always teased him and called him Doofus, but I liked having him around…It’s kind of like that again.” In the sense that Davis was still misunderstood and shunned by many of their peers, and Louie was one of a few who saw him differently. Not in the sense that Davis had completely gone back to the dorky kid he used to be—because that version of him was retired just like the super-spoiled teenage version. And definitely not in the sense of the activities they did together nowadays, which were far removed from their woodchuck days…So that was enough talking about that for now. He searched for their slasher flick of choice on the television and hit play on Scream, because obviously he was going with Scream, effectively ending the conversation for now. Though Louie wouldn't be at all surprised if Uncle Donald talked throughout the movie.

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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.” 

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?"

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None of these injuries were fresh, that much Daisy could tell. Whatever accident or incident Morty had been involved in, it happened quiet some time ago, but not too long—a week or two at most? But despite coming to that conclusion, the woman found herself frowning at the sight still. How come she hadn’t been told about this sooner? Certainly outside Ferdie and Dewey knowing, the fashion designer could only assume that both his mother’s knew about this as well, along with both Minnie and Mickey. That is, she hoped they all knew, otherwise, she’ll have to convince Morty to inform them unless he wanted her to tell them herself. But first, she needed to know what happened, and fortunately the young man told her the truth. A fight, and not just any regular fight, but one with a Rowdyruff Boy of all people. Hearing that caused Daisy to tsk her tongue, tsking at Morty before she shook her head in disapproval. “Why in the world would you get into a fight with a Rowdyruff Boy?” The woman questioned, ignoring the fact that he mentioned it was the one his girlfriend and best friend had dated. That alone does give Daisy the answer she wanted, assuming it involved the Rowdyruff being jealous—however, that didn’t explain why Morty got involved in the first place. “Do your mom’s and Minnie know about any of this?” 

Although he complained about being coddled like so, Morty did appreciate the concern from the woman he considered his bonus aunt (despite that they weren’t related by any means.) As far as maternal presences in his life went, he already had two moms of his own and Aunt Minnie to fret over him when he was hurt, so the extra attention from Daisy was somewhat unnecessary, albeit nice. He truly was able to stand and take care of himself, though, which was exactly how he had come to be left alone after days of being monitored by his girlfriend, brother and best friend—whoever was home with him at any given time. He had just convinced them he was adjusted enough to handle being on his own (Bubbles having been the hardest to persuade) but fate itself seemed to intervene by sending Aunt Daisy to his doorstep. She hadn’t even been here to visit him, that was the funniest part! After telling her Dewey wasn’t home, she insisted on coming in anyway, just to sit down and ask what happened to him—which was fair enough, Morty knew he still looked rough. “I, uh…got into a fight,” he said sheepishly, ducking his head. He didn’t know if she’d reprimand him for his foolhardiness or not, but he had nothing to lose by telling the story and hearing how stupid he was again. “You know that Rowdyruff boy Bubbles and Millie both dated? We had a run-in and it ended up…like this. I’m really fine, though, I swear!”

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In spite of her smaller stature, the woman pulled the brunette into a tight and delighted hug. “Of course I missed you! It’s been far too long since I’ve last seen you!” Daisy claimed, giving Ferdie a firm squeeze before taking a small step back. Her hands were still rested against his forearms, the designer taking the moment to now inspect him— my has he certainly grown into a fine looking young man! Of course, it wasn’t as if she hasn’t seen up to date photos or videos of Ferdie while he was still living in England, and she obviously had Morty as reference for she knew that if he was growing into a strapping looking young man, than certainly Ferdie was as well. But she still marveled at the sight of him, from his glasses to his attire— he has truly grown into his own. “You’re so handsome and grown! Photos and videos certainly did not do you any justice.” The woman commented before she pulled him into another hug. This one was much shorter than the first, as she completely pulled away this time around and smiled at him. “When did you arrive back to the island? It must have been very recent because otherwise if it wasn’t, I’ll be very upset that you hadn’t came to see me sooner.” She then said, joking near the very end. Although Daisy would have been a little upset if he has been back home for some time now. Although, she wasn’t his actual aunt like Minnie was, she was still rather fond of him and Ferdie did hold a special place within her heart after all these years due to his closeness with Louie. 

“Who else would it be?” Ferdie replied, a joking lilt in his voice as he answered Daisy’s greeting question. It’s not like there’s anyone else who looks identical to me, his teasing tone suggested. Of course, it wouldn’t take an expert to tell him and his twin apart; even if they had the same features underneath, he and Morty styled and carried themselves differently. At the very least, his glasses set him apart. But Daisy was someone who could have told which was which even when they were little kids, back when they still dressed and acted so much alike that those outside their family struggled to differentiate them. She had earned “Aunt” status a long time ago. Which was exactly why she was one of the first people he came to visit after returning home from university—he figured on stopping by in person to surprise people one by one rather than making a big announcement on social media and killing all the excitement. Of course his immediate family knew exactly when his flight landed and picked him up from the airport that morning, but surprising Mickey and Minnie had been fun. He couldn’t wait to see the rest of the Duck family as well, but was happy to reunite with Daisy first. He laughed as the designer wasted no time in hugging him, wrapping his own arms around her tightly. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he added in reference to his former question about her missing him.

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"Did you miss me?" -Ferdie ( @ferdiefields )

At the ringing of the bell, signaling that someone had came in, the designer didn’t look up from the paper she had been writing on before she spoke “Sorry, but we’re closing in ten minutes.” Daisy called out, realizing that she’ll need to pause in order to lock the doors so no one else could come inside. However, despite her words, the woman continued with what she was doing, letting the customer browse through the shop all they wanted until they were ready to check out. But instead of hearing the typical sound of someone walking about, through the corner of her eyes Daisy watched as the person walked up to her counter. Then she heard a familiar tone. “Did you miss me?” Confused, she looked up to see who it was, only for the designer to gasp with a smile. “Oh my, Ferdie Fields, is that you?” Daisy questioned, dropping her pen and forgetting about the paper altogether. There was no mistaking it, it was him! The glasses and hair is what sealed the deal, but also the way he smiled brightly at her in return. Walking over the counter, the woman made no haste in throwing her arms around the young man and pulling him in for a hug. 

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"Don't treat me like a child." -Morty ( @mortyfields )

“Oh shush,” The woman began, placing a gentle hand against Morty’s shoulder and pushing him back so he was laying back against the couch. Daisy had decided to take a visit to the Fields twins apartment. At first, the intention was to go and check on Dewey, make sure he was doing alright now that the boy hasn’t been living at home for the past couple of weeks. But once she arrived, she found that Donald’s nephew wasn’t at home, in fact, no one else was outside outside of one of them— Morty. Now, it wouldn’t have bothered the designer as much to not have caught Dewey in time, she could always give him a call later on if she wanted. However, at the sight of the eldest Fields boy and the bandages he had on wrapped around his person, the woman couldn’t help but gasp. Without uttering another word, she let herself in and once the door was closed behind her, Daisy immediately dragged Morty towards the couch. At his claims for her to not treat him as a child, all that did was cause her to roll her eyes where she then shushed him for it. “I’m not trying to treat you like a child, I’m merely worried.” She elaborated, looking at him with concerned. “Morty, what happened?”  

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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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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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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?”

Donald and Daisy’s mild bickering about the remote hardly even registered to Louie; their family was much too used to little disagreements, to the point that they were easy enough to tune out when one wasn’t involved directly. Louie was too focused on trying to hide the evidence of his sugar arrangement from his aunt and uncle anyway, until it was too late and they were already asking questions. He had hoped to at least ease them into the idea of him receiving gifts (and money) from a wealthy friend to see how cool they could be about the situation, but they jumped straight to asking who it was—and even worse, speculating. Speculating correctly. Louie didn’t want them to know the who before he even knew if they were chill with the what. A single expensive watch was one thing, but his whole arrangement could be seen as one of his sketchy schemes that they had always tried to discourage him from. Well, it wasn’t like they could stop him if they did have a problem with it, now that he was an adult. But their judgment wasn’t something he was fully capable of handling right now.

“No,” he answered too quickly after Daisy clearly referenced Davis, despite not naming him directly. He could lie, but when she’d already guessed, was it even worth the effort? Louie would just come clean. “I mean, yes, it is who you’re thinking of, but that’s not—he didn’t really try to kidnap me.” Great, now his own past lies were coming back to bite him. He had to admit to having exaggerated back then to give them a better impression of Davis now, but he tried to do it as quickly as possible to brush past the admission. “When I said all that, I was being hyperbolic. Besides, he’s changed, and we’re cool now, so…” He shrugged, looking back at the television screen and hoping to move on from the conversation now. “What are we watching?”

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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.  

He may as well have been holding his breath as he waited for Daisy’s answer, watching her unreadable expression as she looked away. There was a chance Donald could crumble at more rejection, with the rest of the pressures weighing heavy on him already, but he could probably hold it off until Daisy was gone and couldn’t witness … but to his genuine surprise, she agreed. His expression shifted, eyes lighting up and a smile forming. Even if it was just for one night, he’d take it. “Only for tonight,” he repeated, solidifying it — solidifying that they could share one single night together, to pretend everything was okay. It was no secret that Donald had been prepared for Daisy to stay again eventually; there was still an extra toothbrush in the bathroom connected to his room, in hopes that she’d be back again. None of her clothes were here, though he could find her one of his oversized band tees to sleep in for the night easily. 

Donald reached out his hand to take hers and lead her upstairs, knowing they were both exhausted; it had been a long day. However, the thought of having one night with Daisy made him tempted to stay up. Would she want to talk? Or would they continue to leave things unspoken? Unsure of what to expect, that could at least wait until they were out of common areas of the manor. For the first time in a while, they could have some privacy. He motioned to Daisy’s purse as he said, “Bring your stuff, I’ll find you something to sleep in.”

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Once he took a seat across from her, the woman reached over and placed a comforting hand over Dewey’s. In spite of how his words had made the woman feel, one thing Daisy wasn’t about to do was stop showing her love and support. She was mature enough to not let her own wants and desires cloud her judgement, and even though for years now, the perspective she had on Donald’s nephews had shifted from one of her being like an aunt to them to more into being an actual motherly figure for them— the designer can’t deny that she wasn’t actually their mother. Even with her in their lives, it was understandable that at one point the boys would have gotten curious about what happened to Della, especially when no one else has given them any answers.

Her feelings weren’t as important right now, Daisy looking at Dewey with a patient and comforting gaze as she waited for him to respond to her question. Despite everything, it hasn’t escaped her how no one seemed to be taking care of how Dewey’s been doing in all of this. Yes, he may have been the cause of Louie’s injuries, Huey’s anger, and Webby’s distancing, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t as affected as the rest were. So when he confessed to feeling like he can’t do anything right, Daisy lightly smiled. “So much happened— it would be too overwhelming for you if you tried to solve everything at once.” She commented, only for the brunette to squeeze his hand. “But you know you don’t have to solve it all on your own, right? Donald and I are here for you just as much as we are for the rest of your siblings.” 

As Dewey sat across from Daisy, he couldn't help but think back to the night at the hospital, the way that his aunt had conveniently arrived as the middle triplet was getting chewed out by Donald. It was safe to assume she'd heard enough — enough to hurt her in the middle of all of this, too. That seemed to be Dewey's specialty lately, hurting everyone close to him. Louie had said it himself: they already had a mom with Daisy, and Dewey wouldn't blame his aunt if she was hurt by Dewey's interest in finding Della.

He was surprised, though, when Daisy shook her head, his mood perking up ever so slightly. How has he been feeling lately? No one in the family had asked him that since Louie's injury.. He shrugged, unsure of how to put it into words now that he was put on the spot. As he looked at Daisy, he could see that she was obviously tired and stressed, hardly ever at her own place lately and spending all of her extra time helping the family here — because of him. He let out a deep breath as he confessed, ".. Like I can't do anything right."

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Sleepy Time Donald (1947)

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Ever since the hotel bombing, and Louie getting injured because of it it was safe to assume that Daisy has been way into her head. She’s been coming over to the McDuck Mansion every single day, checking up on the youngest triplet and making sure that he was fairing well, and that he had gotten everything he wanted or needed. At the same time, she has also been checking up on the rest of the kids, as her main priority may have been on Louie due to him being the severely injured one between the four of them, it had not escaped her to also check on the physical and more importantly mental well-being of the other children. As the least injured of the four due to not being there at the time of the accident, Huey seemed to be doing relatively fine, albeit ridden with survivors guilt as the eldest had confessed to her more than once on how he wished he had been there at the time of the accident. Daisy reassured Huey that it had been best if he hadn’t, and what matters is to be there for his siblings now in the present. Then there was Webby, the girl seeming to close herself off within her bedroom since arriving home from the hospital, and keeping to herself and away from the boys. She noted that the blonde has especially been avoiding Louie and Dewey in particular, the woman frowning at the sight yet no amount of convincing did much to stop Webby’s avoidance.

And speaking of Dewey, well, he was a more peculiar case for Daisy. She hasn’t seen much of him either, and whenever she did, he also seemed to be avoiding the rest of the family in the same way Webby was. In fact, the last time the woman has even spoken to the middle triplet was on the day of the hospital, just after Donald’s conversation with him. “Doesn’t anyone else want to find her? Doesn’t anyone else care? I know I shouldn’t have done it, but she’s my mom.. I wanted to bring her back home.” Daisy can still recall Dewey telling Donald that from word to word. And hearing those words had hurt in more ways than Daisy expected, the woman sighed as she sat in the kitchen table. She had been alone, lost within her thoughts when the person in question walked into the kitchen. Catching his eyes, the brunette gestured towards the seat across from her. “Come and sit with me for a little bit.” Daisy spoke, watching for Dewey to do exactly that. She then shook her head. “No, I think we both know you had enough of that from your uncle. I just want to know how have you been feeling lately?” 

Dewey had yet to talk to his Aunt Daisy since everything that happened at the hotel, though that didn’t mean she hadn’t been around. Since Louie’s injury, Daisy was there just about everyday, helping Uncle Donald with whatever he needed for the youngest triplet. Meanwhile, Dewey kept his space. Louie didn’t want to talk to him, Webby and Huey weren’t thrilled to be around him either, and Dewey had been avoiding Donald like the plague since getting yelled at outside the hospital. It only made sense to assume that Daisy was unhappy with him too, officially feeling isolated from his entire family in the giant home of McDuck Manor. Despite how large the place was though, it was inevitable that he’d talk to his family again eventually. Dewey had just stepped out of his room to grab a snack when he was met with Daisy’s presence in the kitchen. It was too late to turn around and pretend he didn’t see her, unable to avoid her gaze as she was sitting at the table. If she hadn’t asked him to come sit with her, he likely wouldn’t have said anything at all. Hesitantly, he came over and sat across from his aunt. He had a feeling he already knew what was coming, not meaning to come off defensive as he asked, “.. Let me guess, you wanna yell at me, too?" @msdciisy

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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?” 

Hoo, boy. Louie hadn’t meant to flash any of his expensive gifts around his aunt and uncle, knowing that it would only open a whole discussion about how he’d managed to purchase something so valuable on his official salary of nothing. Aside from the always short-lived products and services he came up with for the Louie Inc. venture, he had no regular income—at least as far as his parents knew. For the past half a year he’d been making a steady allowance from his sugar arrangement with Davis, but that wasn’t exactly information he needed Donald and Daisy to know, even if all his siblings had been aware almost as long as it had been going on. Actually, the fact that none of them had spilled the beans was a testament to how good they could be at keeping secrets, but he didn’t need a reminder of that fact right now.

“It was a condolence gift from a friend,” he answered, pulling his arm back and slipping his sleeve over the watch before further hiding under the blanket Daisy had tucked around him. He hoped his voice sounded casual enough for them to move on from the topic, because it was the truth. Even if Davis wasn’t just a friend (and it was unclear exactly what label he might fit under at this point) he had sent the watch after learning about Louie’s injury to express his sympathy. That made it a condolence gift from a friend, and hopefully his aunt and uncle hadn’t gotten too good of a look at just how expensive it was, or they’d have more questions, such as who this obviously wealthy friend was and why he hadn’t mentioned him sooner, and Louie honestly didn’t want to get into it tonight. Donald and Daisy would probably have something prideful to say about making his own way in the world with hard work rather than accepting hand-outs. Unless…

They had been so generous with him (in everything besides personal space) lately—maybe after he was nearly mortally wounded, they’d changed their tune about his destiny of being pampered and spoiled. Even if not, there was no way they’d get mad and lecture him right now, so this might actually be the best time to break the news, if it was ever going to happen…and with the way things had been developing between him and Davis lately, it seemed like he might be sticking around a while. Louie just wanted to test the waters first before diving in. “He’s super rich, so this was basically pocket change to him. He’s always giving stuff away like that.”

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With everything that happened recently with Louie’s injury, and being there for him as he recovered, there was a few things that had to be pushed to the back burner. And one of those things in particular was the status of her relationship with Donald. Despite seeing him every single day for Daisy has been coming over to the mansion first thing early in the morning, and has been leaving as late as 1 or even 2 am at night back to her place, not much has been discussed between them. In most instances, there was tension, the reminder of the anger and frustration she felt during their pervious argument and of why she broken up with him again in the first place. But then there were days where they would catch one another’s eyes, and she longed nothing more than to fall back into his arms, make amends for her stubbornness and for the both of them to forget that argument, and move forward from it.

The hour was already late, and she had finally decided it was time for her to go, but as the woman reached for her purse to start heading out, Donald caught her arm, causing Daisy to come to a pause. Slowly, she turned until her gaze was locked within his, expression unreadable for she waited to hear what he had to say before she decided on a reaction. Daisy was tired and all she wanted was to go home, but as she was asked to stay the night, the brunette inhaled a sharp breath. This wasn’t the first time she was offered to stay the light, however, every other time Donald had asked if she would, her response was always the same. ‘No.’ She left for home every single night for a reason, and yet as she stared into his eyes and listened as Donald confessed of not wanting to be alone for the night, Daisy broke their gaze and looked away. There were many reasons on why she should reject him and go home, the fact that things weren’t ideal between them was a perfect enough reason for her to do so, but at how right he was about her wanting some company, and not just any kind of company either, the woman sighed. “I suppose….I could stay for the night just this once.” She gave in, peaking at him from the corner of her eye. “But only for tonight.” 

A lot of things had been left unsaid between Donald and Daisy since Louie's injury. There were days where their unspoken tension got the best of them, bitterly speaking to each other in passing over petty nonsense, and then there were nights that were the opposite, where past feelings lingered and they both silently wished things to be better between them. Even with being around his family more lately, Donald hadn't felt this lonely in a long time. He was constantly helping the family and never taking care of himself, though that was partially his own fault, wanting to keep busy and not think about his own heartache. It was hard though, with Daisy always closeby for the boys. He wasn't sure what got over him tonight, whether it was because it had been a particularly difficult day at home or if it was because he needed to feel a sense of normalcy for once, but as Daisy reached for her purse as if she were getting ready to leave, Donald found himself reaching out to her arm, grabbing her attention. "ɦɛʏ, աǟɨȶ.." As she met his gaze, he froze momentarily. Daisy was unpredictable, and it was always difficult for him to put himself out there to her, unknowing if he'd get rejected (again). He wanted to try anyway, hoping the gentle sadness in his eyes would be enough of an indication that he was completely genuine. "… աɦʏ ɖօռ'ȶ ʏօʊ ֆȶǟʏ ɦɛʀɛ ʄօʀ ȶɦɛ ռɨɢɦȶ?" He suggested, voice quiet as if he were treading lightly, like he'd be able to take the rejection better this way if she were to say no. Even if it came off desperate or pathetic, he really didn't have anything to lose besides what little he had left of his dignity. "ɨ ʝʊֆȶ .. ɨ ɖօռ'ȶ աǟռռǟ ɮɛ ǟʟօռɛ ȶօռɨɢɦȶ. ʄɨɢʊʀɛɖ ʏօʊ ʍɨɢɦȶ աǟռȶ ֆօʍɛ ƈօʍքǟռʏ, ȶօօ." @msdciisy

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