Title: Donald's New Flock

Author: LM Simpson (Kady the Red Panda)

Pairing(s): Donald/Daisy

Rating: K+

Warning(s): Nothing that bad

Disclaimer: Disney owns all the ducks with an iron first. Well, except for my OC duckling(s). But you get the drill.

Other tidbits: I just wanted to write a Donald/Daisy fic. I always liked this pairing.

Yes, I'll finish Father Figure too if you also read my Sonic baby!fic. A new chapter should be up soon…

Chapter One

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Something brushed Daisy Duck's feet, interrupting her mid-dream slumber. Half awake, she rose and wondered what was going on. Even if Donald shared her bed that night as he did a forthnight prior, there was no way that Donald's entire body could relocate there without her noticing. And that was assuming that Donald was the shape and size of… No, it couldn't be!...

There was only one way to find out what it was. A three-quarters awake Daisy turned right to switch on her bedside lamp. In the second that it took to flip over her covers, the female duck was unaware of how much her lifestyle was about to change.

A fully awake Daisy screamed. "Oh no, oh no… That can't be what I think that is!"

Indeed it was. A single egg shared her bed, lying between her feet. Its origin was obvious.

She sniffled, covered her face. Her mind swirled, from confusion about not knowing she was with child to the fact Daisy Duck was a mother.

Daisy Duck was a mother.

"I'm not ready for this! I'm not! …"

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For the night's remainder Daisy Duck was an insomniac. Her surprise laid under her pillow. Her head lay on the mattress. Even if it was unexpected, her "gift" was still entitled to not be damaged or crushed.

As dawn replaced dusk, her thoughts reflected on her future, Donald's future, their future. At least it was always Donald in her bed, never Gladstone. If there was one thing her unlucky man was ever lucky at, it was winning her heart over and over again. And if there was one thing for Daisy to be lucky about, it was that it was certainly Donald's too. No fears about that problem would ever cross her mind.

But that was the only plus in a sea of cons. She would have to relay her thoughts of this to him. He was involved, too. The main problem was figuring out Donald's reaction. Donald and she never discussed about having babies much. Alternate endings varying from a jovial, present father to a bitter, ditching one hatched in her mind. Regardless, there was so much at stake for the relationship.

Their relationship's fate rested in Donald's hands.

Even as morning progressed into noon she continued cuddling in her bed. Much to her chagrin, she established a maternal bond with the unhatched egg. She was too scared to leave the peculiar gift from her side, even as someone knocked on her front door.

"Go away," she grumbled, burying herself under sheets.

"Daisy! DAISY!" Donald said with each knock. "Are you ready to go? The movie starts in twenty minutes!"

She groaned again. The movie was a romantic-comedy—her choice, his reluctant compromise. Its subject was her current situation, only with mice. Like she needed to be reminded of what was going on by Hollywood…

Donald knocked again, again, and again, interjecting her name each time. His tone revealed how quickly irritated her boyfriend was becoming, causing Daisy to contemplate whether Donald's temper could make him harm the child or not. Eventually, instead of a knock, Daisy heard her front door swing. Remaining under the sheets, Daisy grumbled again. If there was any time to regret giving Donald her spare key, now was the time.

Her boyfriend marched up the stairs and through her open-doored bedroom. He did not notice the egg, concealed by the baby pink head pillow, but he did notice a lump large enough to be his girlfriend under the lacy lavender sheets.

"Daisy!" He snapped. "Don't you know what time it is?"

Daisy lay idle. She had to cough up an excuse quick. Wait—cough up…

Daisy forced a cough. "Oh, I guess we can see the movie later… I don't feel well today, Donald…"

"What? !" Donald scrambled out of the room before returning with a thermometer and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Some soup splashed onto his feet, causing him to curse, before he placed it on her night table.

"Daisy, you can't be comfortable laying like that! Get up and rest your head on your pillow so you feel better!"

Daisy jumped, sending her covers fleeing from her body. "NO!"

Donald was initially confused, then secondly irritated. "Hey! What's the big idea? You're not sick!"

"No, I'm not, but…" She sighed. She did not know whether to frown or smile. Donald was one step away from blowing his temper.

His face was red. "But what?"

"Donald, how about you sit beside me?" She patted a free side on her right. "Just don't touch the pillow…"

Daisy's voice was hypnotizing to Donald like a snake charmer's music was to a King Cobra. Donald's face regained his normal color as he slid under the linen bed sheet, facing Daisy. She wrapped an arm over Donald's body. He returned the favor, slithering an arm under hers.

"Donald?"

"Yes, Daisy?"

She opened her beak, then clasped it shut again. Maybe this was a bad idea… Donald already took care of his nephews full-time. She had three nieces herself, but April, May, and June did not live with her like Huey, Dewey, and Louie did with him. When he wasn't with her, he was with them. Would he be willing to take another kid, his child, in?

"Well, what is it Daisy?" Donald's voice revealed obvious confusion.

Daisy quested for the perfect word choice. "Well… If you were given the chance to be a father, would you take it?"

"Like… Have-my-own-child father?"

She nodded.

"Um… Yeah, I guess… If I've done okay with the boys I don't see why not…"

A misty eyed Daisy smiled. So he may stay after all…

She twisted her torso and grabbed her pillow's sides. Donald, becoming further perplexed, stared.

"Donald, we're expecting a little visitor…"

Daisy unveiled the single egg incubating under her pillow. "…A little visitor that's our child."

Donald's beak involuntarily dropped. Then his expression turned to joy. "Oh, boy..."

He hopped out of bed, started to dance. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy…"

He ran out of the room, down the stairs, out of the house. Even from outside Daisy could hear her man saying "Oh boy, OH BOY, OH BOY! I'm gonna be a father! ..."