Guest: Halloween chapter, eh? I'll look into it :)
dewdrop: I've answered all of your questions in the reviews, man! :)
Guest: It was gonna be fethry, but I just did Gladstone :) idk why I changed it last minute
Guest: Hmm, soon. Maybe next chapter?
dalek117: And I can't wait for your next Reaper blurb!
Caetlyn27: I LOVE YOUR ENTHUSIASM
Ninjatana Warrior: LMAO, ITS BECAUSE WE'RE DOING THIS THING WHERE IM THE GRYFFINDOR, DALEK'S THE SLYTHERIN, RIVERA'S THE RAVENCLAW, AND ALL WE NEED IS A HUFFLEPUFF. So I'm like, "Hey, how about Ninjatana Warrior?" And Rivera's like, "We need to test him." And dude, don't ask me how I got to 250 so fast o_O
Boss Teal: True! Well, it's one of them
StarSparkle14: All will be revealed :D
Let's Dewey It: YEAH BITCHES!
riverajocabed1: Not my quote, it's dalek's! If you see anything reaper related, he wrote it! He's handling the entire reaper arc, and I'm looking over it. As his mentor figure, he's doing very well on . When he's done his own story, we'll finally be treated to one of his stories! And girl, her plan b might as well be mind too. I was reading the last part of their "first time" and realized, "SHIT!" Man, you and Dalek know just how to hit me in my feels. You know "beautifully written" or "well done" is my tear trigger. AND YOU'VE REACHED 100! IM SO PROUD! I'm in love with the shorter updates. Just don't strain yourself, and take a break if you need to. And no mom, I won't die
Guest: Ooohhh, i'll definitely look into it. a birthday is plausible
257? 257?! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
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"Lena?" Louie asked, his voice muffled by his oxygen mask.
Lena didn't reply. After a brief silence, she stepped inside the room. Lena eyed his body looking at all of his injuries, her eyes finally landing on his feeding tube.
She finally stopped beside his bed and ran her fingers underneath the strap of his oxygen mask, slipping them off.
"I'm so happy that you're okay." he said shakily.
"If I'm okay? I'm not the one who got jumped by the Beagle Boys!" she cried, her tears streaming down her face
He managed a smile. "Well, I'm alive, aren't I?"
And all the walls came crashing down.
"You… you idiot! I was worried sick! I spent days crying myself to sleep, not knowing whether you were going to make it or not. I thought if you died, then it would be my fault, you asshole!"
"Don't forget about our fight." Louie reminded her.
Lena stomped her foot in agitation. "I don't care how bad our fight was! You don't go out and drink! You don't do that to your loved ones!"
She stood up, and clutched her head in distress.
"I thought I fucking killed you."
There was an increased beeping noise, and Lena glanced at the monitor beside him, which indicated that his blood pressure was going up. She felt immense guilt.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be yelling at you. Don't exert yourself." she said gently.
He took a deep breath, and his blood pressure returned back to normal. Lena sat on the chair next to the bed intertwining her hand with his, careful not to disturb any of the IV needles inside his hand.
"Serves me right." he frowned.
"It doesn't." Lena said. "I came here to see you, not yell at you. I—"
"I love you, Lena." he cut her off.
She stared at him. "How, Louie?"
"Lena, I don't care about your stupid background!" he snapped, and his blood pressure went up again.
"Lou—"
"THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO ARGUE! I LOVE YOU, DESPELL! IS THE SIGHT ME BEING ON MY FUCKING DEATHBED NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU TO SEE THAT?!" he furiously roared, and Lena saw his blood pressure skyrocket. "What's going to make you understand that?!"
Lena ignored the question and leaned in to kiss him, her tears flowing freely down her face. She heard his blood pressure go down.
"I love you too. You have no idea how happy I am to see you," Lena said.
Louie weakly smiled, the first true smile he'd shown since waking up after surgery.
"I'm happy to see you too."
Lena smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"The concussion gives me horrible headaches but the nurses give me pain meds to help. I'm stuck on this horrible liquid diet for a couple of days and I can barely move without causing my stomach to flare in pain." Louie hotly grumbled as he rested his head back on his pillow. "Will you lay down with me?"
"I don't know if that's a good idea." Lena said skeptically.
"Please it'll be fine, I promise," Louie said, pouting at her, and Lena sighed.
"Fine but if I hurt you tell me." she said as she got up and gently moved onto the bed, laying her head on Louie's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Am I hurting you?" Lena asked in concern.
"No, you're fine." Louie said. "Just stay here with me and distract me from thinking about… well everything."
"Okay." Lena said as she finally let herself relax into Louie's embrace.
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Della was in the waiting room, her head leaned against the wall, the memory of Louie waking up all too fresh in her mind.
"Mom?" he croaked softly.
"Louie!"
Tears of relief sprang to her eyes, and she hugged him close, carefully not to hurt him. Louie was utterly confused. Why was he in bed? And why did everything hurt?
"My baby!" Della cooed, kissing his cheeks.
"Mom, what is happening?" he asked his almost hysterical mother, trying to sit up.
"Shh. Baby, don't move," she soothed, "you got into an accident, and now you're in the hospital."
"Hospital?"
"Yes. You just got out of surgery."
He whimpered. "It hurts."
Della's heart broke at the words. "I know, baby. You'll be okay."
"Can I go back to sleep?" he asked, his eyes already closing.
"Of course." she said, trying her best to keep her voice from wavering.
"You're the best, Mom." he softly moaned before falling asleep.
Della gave him a sad smile. She ran her fingers through his hair, and kissed his forehead.
"Della!" someone said, snapping her out of her thoughts.
Donald rushed towards her and gave her a hug. The kids, Daisy, Beakley, Scrooge and Goldie were right behind him.
"How is he?"
"I can answer that." someone chuckled from the doorway.
"Oh! Doctor Shaun!" Della said.
"I wanted to tell you that Louie's vital signs are looking good, but some reports heavily suggest that Louie was drinking the night he got assaulted."
Although he didn't look happy about it, Donald nodded his head. "Yes, Dr. Shaun. He was drinking."
"Does he drink often?"
"No, sir. He's on many sports teams at school, so it interferes with his diet and exercise. But when he does drink, he tends to do it in heavy amounts." Donald said.
"Right. Well, the alcohol obviously interfered with Louie's physical coordination that night, and that's what made it so easy for the perpetrators to attack him."
Huey and Donald scowled.
"He lost a lot of blood from when one attacker stabbed him, making him feel lightheaded. He passed out, and hit his head. Thankfully, it was nothing too serious. He did, however, suffer a minor concussion and his head will be very sore when he wakes up. Be very gentle and soft with him when he wakes up."
"Always." Della said.
"His throat also seemed very hoarse and raw, and after further inspection, we realized he vomited out blood."
"Oh no. Is it serious, Doctor?"
"It indicates that he got punched in the stomach, and judging by the bruises on his lower abdomen, they hit him hard. We checked him for internal bleeding, but the injury was very mild and nothing too serious. He will be sore, and may experience stomach pain for the next few weeks."
Donald sighed.
"Now, the biggest injury was his stomach. The blade broke through the skin and cut his large intestine. He wouldn't be able to digest food normally because of the stitching. For a few days, he'll have to be on a liquid diet. That's why we had to insert the feeding tube."
Della frowned.
"Your other two sons and daughter got Louie into the hospital at just the right time. If they were 10 minutes too late, it may have been fatal."
Donald trembled as a tear slid down his face. Huey rubbed his shoulder.
"Louie did lose a lot of blood. Luckily, your son Dewford donated some."
Now there was a surprise. Dewey had never informed any of them that he had given blood to Louie.
"Overall, Louie is a lucky boy. He should be awake within the next hour or so."
"Thank you, Doctor." Della said.
The family walked towards Louie's hospital room, and smiled when they saw Lena and Louie cuddling. The image of the two of them together was so sweet not even Goldie had the heart to wake them up.
Donald sadly gazed at his nephew. He hated seeing him hooked up to various machines. His eyes were closed, his lips set in a straight line. Donald had never seen Louie look so peaceful. His chest rose and fell.
Huey accidentally kicked the waste bin, stirring Louie awake. Lena sheepishly crawled off of him.
"D-Dad?" But Louie quickly caught himself. "Uncle Donald?"
"I'm here, kiddo." he smiled.
Huey and Dewey were right behind him, and Louie could tell his brothers were trying their best not to cry. Louie smiled weakly at them.
"Hey guys."
"Ugh, you asshole! Don't ever try to die again!" Dewey snapped, hugging him.
Louie gave them a cheeky grin. "No promises."
"Asshole." Huey grumbled, rubbing his eyes, joining the hug.
Louie tried to hug them back, but his arms felt like noodles.
"It's okay." Huey said when he noticed Louie trying to move his arms.
Louie gratefully smiled at him and Huey sighed contentedly, nuzzling his brother.
"You're an asshole. Don't you ever try dying again!" Dewey snapped, though his voice cracked. Webby gently rubbed his shoulder.
Louie just sadly smiled. "I'm here."
He nervously glanced at Webby.
"Can I talk to Webby? Alone?" Louie asked.
"Anything you want." Scrooge said.
The family shut the door behind him, and Webby sat at the edge of his bed, careful not to hurt him.
"I'm glad you're okay, Louie."
"I'm sorry, Webby." Louie frowned.
"What for?" Webby asked.
"You spent so much consoling me about Becky, and breaking my drinking habit. I failed you." Louie sighed.
She smiled. "You haven't failed me. It was a mistake."
"It won't happen—"
"Don't promise me that, Louie." Webby said, sighing.
"Still… I'm sorry."
"It's okay. What matters now is that you're safe." Webby smiled. She noticed him fighting to keep his eyes open. "Lou, can you stay awake?" Webby asked.
"I don't think so." Louie frowned, already feeling drowsy.
He exerted most of his energy arguing with Lena earlier this morning. His eyes were starting to close and before she knew it, Louie was softly snoring away.
She smiled and gently kissed his forehead.
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Huey, Lena, and Violet were watching over Louie. Donald and Daisy had gone out for a date, while Goldie and Scrooge were in his bedroom. Della and Beakley were downstairs, while Dewey and Webby were in her bedroom, training.
Webby glowered at him, and charged towards Dewey, trying to land a swift kick in his stomach. Dewey merely sidestepped, sending her flying in the air. She gracefully landed, and blew her hair out of her face. Webby charged towards him and attempted to punch him
"Why-aren't-you-fighting-back?!" Webby growled.
Dewey merely gave a cocky grin for a reply.
"Answer me!" Webby demanded, and punched straight for his face.
Her eyes widened in surprise when Dewey caught her fist and jerked it to the side. He spun her around and wrenched her arms up behind her back.
Webby struggled, but his grip was too strong for her to wrestle out of.
"Let go!" she ordered.
Dewey pulled her in close to his body and whispered into her ear.
"No."
The defiant huskiness in his voice sent shivers down Webby's spine.
He had her restrained with just one hand, and Webby silently wondered when he had gotten so strong. He pressed his face into Webby's hair and breathed deeply while he let his free hand wander down to her thigh and then up over the curve of her hip. Webby emitted a little gasp when his hand migrated back down to cup her bottom.
"Dewey," she said shakily.
He didn't answer and instead let his fingers travel over the pale bare skin of her arm, shoulder and neck, and when he pressed against her back the warmth radiated off him. She could sense the lust in his emotions, which was further proved when she could physically feel just how turned on he really was.
Webby flushed at his contact. She struggled lightly again; Dewey still not had let go of her arms, which had become numb from their awkward captive position.
She moved her head to give him access to the base of her neck when Dewey began kissing and sucking with more fervor, his hand tangling in her silky soft hair. Dewey suddenly spun her around and pressed her up against the wall, now attacking her lips in a heated frenzy, in which Webby was all too eager to reply. He leaned one hand against the wall over her shoulder to support himself, and pulled one of Webby's legs up over his hip to nestle himself more firmly against hers. Webby was amazed at his forwardness, but she also trusted him not to cross the line.
His other hand dropped to cup her bottom under her raised leg, then traveled up over her hip and stomach to cup her left breast. He gave a gentle but passionate squeeze and Webby nearly lost it. She let a moan escape into Dewey's mouth, which seemed to excite him even further.
He carried Webby to the bed, and began to slip one of Webby's tank top straps off her shoulder. He straddled her, his hands on the mattress to support his weight.
"I want you." Webby whispered.
Dewey realized how close his lips were to Webby's. He could feel her breathing softly. It was like there was some invisible magnetic pull, and he couldn't stop himself. Gently, he pressed his lips to hers.
When the kiss broke, Dewey panted heavily against Webby's lips. She reached up and kissed him again, slipping her tongue between his parted lips. Dewey kissed her back all too willingly, and felt her hands grip his biceps.
Dewey found his own hands creeping down Webby's torso, and then back up, underneath her tank top. Webby helped him pull her top off hastily, and Dewey felt himself hardening as Webby pressed her thigh against his crotch.
Dewey groaned as he tossed Webby's tank top aside, and went back to kissing her, now caressing the plain white cotton bra she was wearing.
Webby kissed him again. He struggled with the clasp on her back for a moment until it finally came free. He felt her reach for his underwear, and his breath hitched.
Webby jerked the waistband of Dewey's boxers down, so his erection sprang forward into her hands. Dewey kicked his boxers the rest of the way off, and gently removed Webby's panties, sliding them down her legs. Breathing heavily, Dewey nestled himself between Webby's thighs, and began attacking her neck, suckling gently. Her fingers rubbed soothing circles into his back, relaxing him, and Dewey pulled his face away to look at her.
One of her hands slowly drifted down his chest, all the way down to his hard manhood. She began to stroke it slowly, tantalizingly. Dewey's eyes fell closed, and he supported himself on his elbows, clutching the sheets in his fists.
"Ready?" he asked gently, grabbing a condom and rolling it on.
"Always." she smiled.
Dewey returned her warm smile and he sank into Webby, more gently than ever. He sighed in relief and satisfaction as her hot, tight, wet walls closed in around him, and buried his face in her neck, softly kissing her sweet skin.
"Dewey…" Webby breathed as her hands twined into Dewey's hair.
He circled his hips, groaning as Webby pushed back against him. He felt a spring tightening in his lower stomach. Dewey gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes closed, and moved one of his hands down to Webby's clit, massaging it gently, squeezing it between his forefinger and his thumb. After a few more moments, Dewey felt Webby's hands clutching desperately to his back, and she tightened around him, crying out loudly.
Dewey heard himself groan as he followed Webby. He was gasping, panting, choking on air as he clutched at anything he could reach—pillows, sheets, the headboard. When he came down from his climax, he was still breathing heavily, and his hands hurt from where the wooden headboard had been digging unyieldingly into his palms and fingers. He rolled the condom off, tossing it in the trash
Dewey pulled her back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her protectively. He kissed her hair as he felt her breathing slow, and allowed his hand to drift slowly to her stomach. Dewey settled into the warm comfort of the cushy mattress and tightened his arms around Webby a little bit, pulling her impossibly closer to him, hugging her like a teddy bear.
"I love you, Dewey." Webby smiled,
Despite how many times she's said it to him, it always put a stupid grin on Dewey's face, the same stupid grin it had given him the very first time she'd said it.
"I love you too, angel," Dewey murmured, kissing the back of her head and burying his face in her hair, breathing in her lovely scent.
After getting dressed, the duo headed downstairs to get some water. Webby smiled as Dewey planted a kiss on her forehead. Her smile disappeared, however, when he stopped at the door to the kitchen suddenly, pressing the side of his head against the door. Webby noticed this, and went up to him, uncertain of his reasoning.
"Dewey, why are you..." she began before Dewey put his finger up to his lip, motioning for her to be silent before beckoning her to join him eavesdropping on the other room. She gladly complied, if meant she got to be next to her boyfriend, but frowned as she heard the voices of Della and Beakley from the other room.
"Have you found anything yet, 22?"
"Not yet, Della. I've tried contacting some of my old friends still working at S.H.U.S.H. to find any info that they have on the Reaper, but they have nothing."
"Are you sure? For the entire time that I was in Mexico, Reaper did go out on classified missions on occasion, whether it was Steelbeak or F.O.W.L. High Command, who ordered him around. There has to be some information about him from when he went away."
"I'm sorry, but they have nothing, except for a single name call in a message from 23 years ago, in an intercepted message from somewhere in Central America. That's it."
"23 years ago... that is a very long time. It couldn't be him... unless..."
Dewey and Webby glanced at each other, curious at what Della was thinking about, before Della spoke again.
"Steelbeak did mention Central America once or twice once, just before you came to kill him. Actually, he had a private conversation that I only overheard due to Steelbeak shouting in anger at the Reaper. But the only words I could understand were: Central America, Left him and..." Della stopped, as if she was hesitating, before uttering a single word: "Henry."
Webby stiffened at the mention of her father's name, which Dewey noticed, so he pulled her in for a slight hug before they resumed eavesdropping.
"Webby's father... were he and the Reaper in Central America 23 years ago?" Beakley asked.
"Maybe. I honestly don't know. I could have misheard everything. Ten years as a captive being abused by the guards makes you not think clearly, trust me on that. But, it may be all we have to go with."
"I'll go check again with S.H.U.S.H. this time for anything on Henry Vanderquack in Central America. If they were together back then, we may have our chance to find out how the Reaper is connected to Henry."
"Allow me to spare you the effort." The unmistakable voice of the Reaper sent shivers down both Webby's and Dewey's spines. They also heard both Della and Beakley gasp in surprise.
"Henry Vanderquack and I were in the region of Yucatan in Southern Mexico, near the border with Belize, 23 years ago. We were on separate assignments when Henry was ambushed and taken captive by a rogue unit from F.O.W.L. who were going to give him up to S.H.U.S.H. in exchange for diplomatic immunity. To Henry's credit, he did manage to kill five of his thirty attackers before succumbing to them. Thus, I broke him out of captivity in the village where the traitors had taken refuge in, along with several militias operating in the region."
"If these traitors were in contact with S.H.U.S.H., then why don't they have any record of you?" Beakley asked, her voice filled with scepticism.
"Because I killed every single traitor, militiamen, and villager as I rescued Henry, before burning the village to the ground."
Webby and Dewey turned pale, not just at what they just heard but also how the reaper described it in a nonchalant way.
Della's voice was subdued. "Why did you kill them?"
"Because they were traitors, and they had taken one of the individuals who… you can say is like a father-figure to me. I have emotions. I got angry, really angry. But I admit, I went too far with my anger, so I decided to try to ensure that it never happens again, which I have succeeded thus far. I may be a murder bot, as you like to call me under your breath, Agent 22, but even I have standards too. Standards that I try to follow to the best of my abilities. That message with the word 'reaper' was the final message made by the traitor's leader on the radio before he died, a message that Henry heard. After we had returned to Mexico City, Steelbeak decided to christen me with the name 'Reaper', not only due to the message, but also how Henry described me as a robotic reaper of souls."
Reaper paused for a moment, allowing Dewey and Webby to look at each other, processing everything that they had just heard, tears starting to roll down Webby's cheeks as she began to see the kind of life her father led with F.O.W.L.
Reaper continued. "It was… disconcerting, to have one of the only organics who have always been there for you, look up at you with both fear and horror as you rescue them. Henry may have stated that he was alright with what I had done, but for a while, he couldn't even look at me." He paused. "I suppose you understand that, Della", the Reaper continued on, "with how Hubert and Llewellyn reacted to you after you returned home."
That was it for Dewey, who slammed open the door and stomped into the kitchen.
"That's enough!" he shouted at the robot, who seemed unsurprised at his arrival, while Della and Beakley stood there, flabbergasted.
"I was wondering when you and Ms. Vanderquack would cease your eavesdropping and join in this discussion." Reaper stated, prompting Webby to enter in as well, narrowing her eyes at the robot.
"How much did you hear?" Beakley asked Webby as she shook off her surprise.
"Since you started talking about finding info on Reaper." Webby answered truthfully.
All four of them were surprised when the Reaper began to chuckle slightly.
"Henry always did enjoy some eavesdropping when he was younger," Reaper commented. "For a time, he completely disregarded the concept of privacy, and taught me to do the same."
No shit. Della thought.
His head turned to face Webby. "I am happy to see that at least some of his hobbies have passed down to you, but you do need improvement. Lots of improvement."
"You seem to know my father very well," Webby stated, unsure as to what to make of the Reaper's comments.
"More than you realize." was all the robot said before walking off.
Webby stood still for a second before running after the Reaper, much to the horror of Beakley.
"Wait!" she shouted at him as he was about to go upstairs, for whatever reason that only he knew. Reaper stopped and turned around, just as Dewey arrived alongside Webby.
"Can… can you tell me more about my father?" she asked in a soft voice. "I don't know much about him at all."
Webby started to tear up as it dawned on her how little she knew about her parents. She felt the strong arms of Dewey wrap around her, pulling her into a hug, softly stroking her hair to calm her down. Was this how her mother felt with her father? Webby blushed. Maybe in the future they would have kids that called them Mom and Dad.
"If you would like to," Reaper said, causing Webby to cheer up slightly at the news that she can learn more about her father. "But not today. I believe that Agent 22 would have a heart attack if you listened to me any further."
That dampened Webby's mood a bit but she nodded before walking off with Dewey, who thanked the robot, leading his girlfriend to the living room. Maybe he used to be a jerk, and maybe there was a bomb inside of Dewey, but even he could tell the robot was trying.
Della and Beakley witnessed this from the side. Della smiled. Seeing her son calm Webby down made her feel so proud of the young adult he was, but also sad that she missed so much of his journey to become that adult. Beakley, however, was fuming. She marched up to the Reaper and snarled at him.
"If you even think about manipulating my granddaughter by telling her stories of her father, then I'll make sure that..."
"That I'll regret the day I was manufactured?" the Reaper interrupted her boredly. "I heard that the first time. And I wouldn't dare manipulate her into doing anything. I admit that I find her relationship with Dewford quite… ah how do you organic lifeforms put it…? I find their relationship very cute, and I don't want to ruin it. But I can say this. I'm glad that she has a lot of Henry's characteristics, because that way I am reminded of how he was like… before he met your daughter."
Webby noticed his bitter undertone, and caught her breath. Clearly he wasn't too fond of her mother, but Reaper seemed to adore her father. With that parting shot, the Reaper left Beakley standing at the stairs. She stared into the back of the robot with a piercing gaze that would burn the robot into ashes if she could.
Della cleared her throat. "Dewey? Can we talk?"
Dewey raised his eyebrow, but did what he was told. Letting go of Webby, he followed Della into the TV room.
"What's up, Mom?"
Della smiled, relieved that it was Dewey, and not her other two sons. She didn't favour him or anything, he seemed so much more outgoing and less intense than his older and younger brothers. It was easier for her to talk to him.
She blushed. "So… I don't know how to tell you this."
"What is it?" Dewey asked curiously.
"The robot has advanced hearing, and he intrudes on your life… he told me what you and Webby did a few nights ago." she mustered out as casually as she could.
Dewey, however, was about to die from embarrassment. It was bad enough the robot knew, but his mother?! Dewey buried his face into his hands, blushing right down to his Adam's apple.
"Oh god." he muttered, his voice muffled behind his hands.
"Honey, it's alright. I know you've reached a certain age where you would like to experiment with sexual intercourse, and that's okay!" Della said.
Dewey nodded, still refusing to meet her eyes. His talk with Uncle Donald was bad enough, and he had used dolls to explain sex. Now he was here for round two.
"Listen, I'm not going to make this awkward. I'm sure your Uncle Donald's done that already." she smirked.
He managed a smile.
"Just be safe, honey. Webby is a sweet girl, and she doesn't deserve to be hurt."
"I would never hurt her." Dewey said earnestly.
"And you're being safe?"
He nodded. "We use protection, mom."
She nodded. "I don't want to become a grandmother just yet."
Dewey nearly choked. "N-no! N-nothing like t-that's going to h-happen!"
Della smirked. "Is there anything else—"
"Nope!" he yelped.
She smiled and stood up to leave the room. Then she turned around.
"You don't know if your brothers are sexually active, do you?"
Dewey frowned, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to lie. "I don't know."
Della studied him for a moment. "Alright. I think I've traumatized you enough."
He managed a smile. "You definitely did."
She laughed and exited the room.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Beakley and Webby were having a similar conversation.
"And if he does get you pregnant at this age, I will personally castrate him."
"Granny," Webby laughed. "Maybe he will in the future, but not anytime soon. We're using protection."
"As long as you're safe," Beakley smiled, and kissed her forehead. "You're my only family and I just want you to be safe."
Webby smiled. "We'll make you a big happy family in a couple of years. And they'll know their roots."
Beakley smiled. "Alright, honey. I'll leave you alone."
Just as Beakley was about to exit the room, Dewey walked inside. He blushed and refused to meet her eyes. Beakley merely smirked at his fear, and shut the door behind her.
"How was that?" Webby laughed.
Dewey groaned. "I'm about to die from embarrassment. You know how they figured out?"
She smirked. "Robot?"
"Robot." he confirmed.
She laughed and pulled himself onto her.
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I'm very impressed and proud of dalek117 for the reaper arc. Guys, I was just gonna kill Reaper off, but he's the one who decided to keep him around and strengthen the storyline. So when he posts his own story, you guys better be swarming all over it :)
And I did a small q/a with dewdrop, and I loved it. Actually, leave me some questions that you'd like me to answer, whether it's about myself or the story.
Love you guys!
—Jordan :)