A/N: Me: "I'm going to write and post drabbles for the 12 days of Christmas!" *promptly gets mauled by a cold* Sincere apologies for delays, guys. Thanks for sticking with me.
Continue to send prompts, please! I've gotten a couple, and I'll work on those, but I'd love to have more.
Thanks to bradburythequeen for reviewing! I really appreciate it. :)
Episode: None, before Bionic Island
Rating: K
Warnings: Just Donald's obliviousness
Inspiration: Donald's oblivious, that's obvious enough. Sometimes it works out. Sometimes it doesn't.
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Donald wasn't sure how his new wife and his bionic children would mesh, but they seemed to hit it off fine, and he didn't give it another thought. He didn't notice her adopting them.
"Adam!" Donald called, flying downstairs. He needed strength to test this prototype. "Adam, where are you?"
Bree poked her head around the corner. She looked surprised. "He and Tasha went on their road trip, remember? They're off collecting photos of roadside attractions." She smiled, suddenly. "You really didn't notice, did you?"
Donald shook his head, sheepish.
Bree rolled her eyes. "Call your wife." And she vanished again.