One month ago…

Gladstone pulled his car up into the driveway in front of the farmhouse. Dirt clouded the wheels as it settled. Magica sat in the passengers seat wearing her hair up on a messy bun and a long black T-shirt dress on her body. Her green anorak sat in her lap. Gladstone looked from the corner of his eyes and saw her twiddling her fingers.

"Nervous?" He asked her. Magica bit her hip.

"And you aren't?" She exhaled, trying to calm her nausea.

"Considering this is the first time you're gonna meet my Grandmother…and considering the baby-"

"That's what I'm nervous about!" She shrieked. A small gag came up in her throat. Magica groaned and grabbed her purse, taking a half eaten package of saltines and opening it. She began chomping on a cracker. "You don't think that telling the woman who raised you that you're dating your uncle's longest living rival and that she's pregnant would be cause for anxiety? I'm getting nauseous just sitting here!"

"Magica, just relax. It's only my grandmother. Think of this as a practice round for when we have to-"

"Tell Scrooge?" She nibbled on the cracker. The sat in the car in silence, the only sound between them being Magica's crackers.

"Grandma will love you." Gladstone said, grabbing her hand. Magica sighed and finished a cracker before shoving the package back in her bag. They hopped out of the car and walked over to the front porch. They gripped each other's hands and took in a deep breath of courage as Gladstone knocked on the door.

The door opened, revealing an older duck woman with glasses that tipped on the edge of her smiling beak. Her fluffy white-grey hair was pulled up into a bun that perfectly was pinned like a button on the top of her head. She wore a lavender dress with a high button up collar, and her dark brown heeled boots were scuffed from wear and tear between housework and farm work.

"Oh my, Gladstone you're here early!" Grandma Duck grabbed the goose by the face and planted two kisses on each cheek and a long one on his forehead. She turned to Magica. The witch stiffened and straightened her back. She stepped back and took a long look up and down Magica's body. Magica clenched Gladstone's hands until her knuckles were white.

"Magica De Spell." Grandma Duck raised an eyebrow at her. "It's about damn time you two got together!" She grabbed Magica, her hand pried from Gladstone. Grandma clutched her in her arms, squeezing her tight. She freed Magica and let her catch her breath.

"So you're not…upset?" Magica asked through gasps of air.

"Why would I be? Gladstone finally has a girlfriend!"

"Grandma, I've had girlfriends before!" Gladstone blushed.

"Yes, but I've been rooting for this one since she broke your heart all those years ago!" Grandma gestured into the house and the couple walked in.

"Broke your heart?" Magica smirked. "When did I ever-"

"I believe you were called 'Matilda' at the time?" Grandma Duck winked and closed the door.

"Ha! I knew I made you love me!" She gloated, pointing a finger at Gladstone. He bit the top on her finger. "Cazzo! Why did you do that?"

"It's rude to point." Gladstone smirked. Magica huffed and turned around, another finger pointed at her. The red hatted culprit had a wide eyed look to him, fear causing his wiry hair to stand up.

"Ma…Magica D-De Spell…" The scared duck said. He ran over to Gladstone and scooped him up over his shoulder. "Don't worry Gladstone! I'll protect you!"

"Fethry! Let me go!"

"Grandma! To the bunker! Quick before she casts a spell on you to make your eyeballs turn into onions or something!" Fethry ran as fast as he could carry Gladstone to the door. He opened it and slammed it shut. Magica looked at the door in confusion. Grandma stood there, smiling.

"Fethry! Put me down!"

"But Magica De Spell-"

"Is my girlfriend!"

"Wait what?"

Fethry opened the door and popped his head in. "Grandma is it true?"

She nodded. "They've been officially together for a few months now."

Fethry stared at Magica and squinted his eyes. She groaned.

"I swear there's no magical ulterior motive."

He slid his head back in suspicion and opened the door fully, Gladstone sling over his shoulder still. His face unamused. He walked over and plopped the goose down beside the witch.

"You guys have a lot of explaining to do." He said, readjusting his red knit hat.

"To the kitchen then? I made lunch." Grandma led the way into the kitchen, Gladstone following close behind her. Magica grabbed at his hand, her face in confusion as Fethry glared at her as they all made their way into the kitchen. The smell of grilled cheese filled the air. Magica clenched her hand to her beak and gagged.

"Magica what's wrong?" Gladstone asked, trying to get her to speak. She shook her head and gagged again.

"She's the devil. She can't handle Grandma's blessed food." Fethry muttered. Gladstone glared at him.

"Oh dear. The smell of the grease…it's making you nauseous?" Magica nodded at Grandma, her body convulsing with each gag. "Bathroom, down the hall to your left."

Magica trampled over Fethry and bolted to the bathroom, the whole house shaking as she slammed the door. The sounds of puking echoed through the house. Grandma sighed and walked to the plates of grilled cheeses and pulled out a roll of foil, wrapping each one individually.

"Gladstone, there's some popsicles in the freezer for her when she's finished. I take it she has a spare toothbrush in her purse?"

Gladstone's face went pale. Grandma turned to him. "We can just make something less greasy for lunch. Take care of her and I'll fix up something else. Fethry? Open all the windows."

"Okay Grandma." The cousins said in unison before splitting up and doing their duties. The toilet flushed down the hall. Magica's speedy toothbrushing was heard from the kitchen. Gladstone ran over to the hall, popsicle in hand. Magica stepped out, surprised from the considerate action.

"Where did you-"

"Grandma knows." Gladstone handed her the popsicle. She took it and meekly put it in her mouth, sucking on it. They walked down the hall, holding hands. The cool country breeze filled the house, clearing the smell of grease. Magica sighed in contentment.

"Lunch is ready!" Grandma called from the kitchen. The couple entered and saw fresh sandwiches and iced tea on the table. "I'm so sorry that the grease from the grilled cheese got you nauseated, I didn't know for sure if you were…and I didn't want to assume-"

"It's fine. It's why we were coming over in the first place." Magica smiled.

"Assume what?" Fethry asked, entering the kitchen. Grandma rose an eyebrow at Gladstone.

"Say it. It's best to get it out of your system now before you have to tell Scrooge."

He groaned. Magica sucked on the popsicle, enjoyment from Gladstone's misery plastered on her face.

"Magica…she…" He groaned again, this time Grandma and Magica shared a small giggle.

"Gosh this is torture for you." Magica snickered.

"Really? You gotta just make fun of me for not being able to say it?" Gladstone's face went red.

"Say what?" Fethry asked, grabbing a sandwich. He took a bite.

"Magica…she…she's pregnant." Gladstone looked at his cousin. Food fell out of his mouth. He put his sandwich down slowly onto the plate and walked over to his cousin.

"You got Magica De Spell, evil sorceress, the witch of nightmares, queen of reigning havoc on our family…pregnant?"

Gladstone's brow furrowed. "Yes?"

Fethry put his hand to his beak and pondered. He looked at Magica. "Sorry if it's rude, but you're over….about one hundred and fifty years old right?"

"I mean, it's rude to ask a witch her age…but for the sake of your questions, let's just assume I have some form of immortality." Magica bit off half of the popsicle.

"And you've probably taken a magic birth control potion? Am I right?" He asked. Magica nodded, slurping up the other half of the popsicle. "Okay okay…"

Fethry turned around to the table and leaned on it, muttering to himself. The rest of them looked at each other and shrugged. Fethry spun back around and into Gladstone's face.

"How in the world did your luck break past an immortal witch's magical, all powerful birth control?" He screamed. "It wouldn't happen! Your luck should have prevented it! There is no way in heck you should have been able to break through that!"

"Right?" Magica stepped forward. "Like, unless he wanted to get me pregnant!"

"Exactly! But Gladstone would never! He thinks he'd be a terrible dad!" Fethry leaned on Gladstone's shoulder.

"I never said that!" He tried to shove him off, but his red clad cousin would not let him.

"Gladstone, I said 'think' not 'said.'"

"You can think many things without saying them." Magica smiled at Fethry. "So tell me what do you think of it?"

"I think his good luck finally caught up to him." Fethry said. Grandma pulled out a chair and sat down, pouring a glass of iced tea.

"Children, I think we should eat before the bread goes stale." She said. Magica and Fethry eagerly sat at the table, discussing theories on Gladstone's luck. Grandma grabbed a plate and handed Magica a sandwich. She eagerly ate it and continued her discussion with Fethry, food chunks flying out of his mouth as he talked. Gladstone smiled as he saw Magica giggle, her eyes wide in enthusiasm for the conversation. A glimmer of light caught his eye. The glare from Grandma's glasses caught him staring at her. Grandma nodded at Magica and then looked at him. He smiled at her and took a seat next to Magica.

"Wait, wait. Have you guys told Scrooge yet?" Fethry asked.

The couple looked at each other. "Uh…"

"Tell him tomorrow or I will." Grandma said sipping her tea. "He's literally just a phone call away."


Present day…

"Gladdy!" Fethry jumped and slammed into Gladstone as he entered the house.

"Fethry! What are you doing here?"

"Magica and I wanted to predict when the baby was coming!" Gladstone pushed his cousin off of him. The red hatted duck dragged the goose to the kitchen, where the table was littered with scrolls and a large star chart.

"And how is it coming along?" Gladstone asked, going over and kissing Magica on the forehead. She stifled a little squeal of happiness and rubbed her growing belly.

"Well we can't fully predict the labor, but the hatching…sometime in September." Magica said. "I say the ninth, but Fethry is gonna place bets on the third."

"Are you guys seriously betting on when the baby is gonna hatch?" Gladstone asked.

"Yes." The two occultists said in unison.

Gladstone stared at the star charts. "Something about three and seven are calling out to me."

"Ha!" Fethry slammed on the table. "It's the third!"

"But the ninth is closer to the seventh." Magica leaned back, readjusting her body. "Damn. Another movement."

"She's been moving a lot lately, huh?" Gladstone asked, kneeling down to touch the belly.

"Yeah, she has been." Magica smiled and looked at Gladstone's hands. White paint was splattered on his jacket's sleeve. "Gladstone, why do you have white paint on your shirt sleeve?"

Fethry sneezed a fake and over the top sneeze, blowing the charts everywhere.

"Really? Did you have to push the charts as you sneezed?" Magica groaned. Gladstone winked at Fethry.

"I can help pick them up, if you need me too." Gladstone asked.

"Thanks. I don't think I could bend over." She leaned back and watched as the cousins cleaned up the mess. "Gladstone…the egg…it's supposed to come sometime before your birthday. Did you want to do anything?"

"Gladstone doesn't celebrate his birthday, remember? Bad luck?" Fethry said, tossing the scrolls onto the table.

"Do you have to remind me?" He glared at Fethry.

"I know that…but I was thinking it would be nice before we have to go to the coven's council meeting in Italy and visit. The charts say that anytime after your birthday the egg is gonna pop out." She looked down at her belly. "I just could use a bit of down time before then."

Gladstone smiled at her. "Sure. We can do that. After you go shopping with Daisy next week. She wanted to take you out baby shopping."

"Do I have to go? Can't she just go off of the registry?" Magica groaned.

"You made her the Godmother, you go." Gladstone smirked.

"And who's the Godfather?" Fethry asked from his seat, leaning his head on his hand. Magica glared at Gladstone. She pulled him into her face.

"You didn't ask him?" She whispered.

"You were here all day with him! You could have done it!" He yelled softly.

"He's your cousin! Ask!" She crosses her arms and scowled. Gladstone sighed and turned to his cousin.

"Fethry, do you wanna be-"

Tears filled Fethry's eyes. He sniffled. "I'm the Godfather?"

Gladstone nodded and smiled as his baby cousin slammed into him, crying ugly and stammering. "Th-tha-nk you-hoo-hoo! I'm gonna- I'm gonna be the bestest Godfather you could ever nee-hee-eed! Waaahhhhh!"

Gladstone and Magica laughed as he held Fethry in his arms, his wails of joy heard from down the street.


A/N: OMFG I LOVE FETHRY I SHALL PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS

And he will be a wonderful Godfather, taking his little niece on magical adventures in the woods, looking for faeries and all that stuff.

Besides, if it was Donald...well Donald has enough kids. XD

Hope you guys like the fic so far!

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Love you all!

~Alex