Back to the Nest

A Disney Duck Fanfic

Written By

Stef With a F

Disclaimers: Disney owns Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Disney also owns Donald's sister Dumbella, yet will also be known as Bella Widgeon, who in a way is my character, her background is of my own design, because the cartoon version didn't give her much of a background at all. Gregory Widgeon, Melanie Widgeon, and Cindy Ganderquack are mine. Please ask before you use these characters. Please forgive me if I "Destroyed" any of Disney's characters...And if you wish, please feel free to "nicely" tell me what I did wrong...I would love the help, but please don't flame me. Constructive Criticism is Welcome.

Please do tell me what you think! Hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter 8

Before Donald and Daisy were married, they collectively bought a fine house. It had four bedrooms, giving each teen duck his own room. This was well appreciated because it will well known that a teenager needs his privacy. Scrooge McDuck in a moment of rare generosity bought each of the lads a new mini entertainment system. Bella Duck Widgeon's arrival brought a new factor into this busy household.

Giving away a bedroom was not an option.

Later That Night

"You know? There is one thing we did not think about, Louie?" Dewey asked.

"What?"

"I know I am not giving up my room," answered Dewey.

"Heck no," Huey said.

"Well, duh...but where is mom going to sleep?" commented Louie.

Donald felt the same way; none of the boys were going to give up a room. Especially, since Bella just showed up with almost no warning. For the night, Bella and Melanie would sleep in the front room that night, on an areobed. Donald officially told Bella that she could stay as long as needed. He wasn't entirely thrilled with the idea, and Bella could tell.

The Next Day

The house was quite quiet after Donald and Daisy left for work and the boys were at school. This was an amble time for Bella to freshen up. She didn't have a bedroom at the moment, and the extra privacy of being home alone appealed to Bella. She took a shower, groomed herself a bit, and made herself a small breakfast. Next up was the task to register Melanie to the local elementary school. Melanie would need to adjust a bit since hopefully her adapting skills would remain keen.

The rest of the day was quite boring. Well, not as if the beginning of the day was any better, but anyway. She did the morning dishes, made the boys beds, tidied up the messy living room floor. No one in the household expected for her to do these chores--well, not openly anyway-- but she felt like she owed it to them.

She turned on the TV, and was admired to all the channels Donald had. Back when she was married to Gregory, they had several, many, many channels. Yet, during the time she stayed with Cindy Ganderquack, her television options differed greatly. It was a bad habit. Yet in a lonely life, the simple pleasure of flicking channels could be surprisingly soothing.

Bella sighed, after few hours of lame talk shows, and tired soap opera plots. She reached over and turned off the TV. Melanie was in the other room taking a nap. Bella just required a few quiet moments to think.

Melanie, as mentioned earlier, had an interesting knack for change. She also understood the meaning of an alternative family. As far as could remember, she lived with her divorced mother and her "Aunt Cindy". She doesn't know her father. He never wanted kids. It saddens Bella's heart when she realizes there was a time that she did not mind. Her marriage to Gregory brought her riches and popularity of which she could only dream. She had her horse, her motorcycle, and her servants.

The turning point was just seven years ago. It was the miscarriage. Bella missed that baby more than she thought was ever possible. She knew in all her riches something; there was something still that she was still missing in her life-- her children.

So one night she called her boys, but they were not there. The number she dialed was disconnected. It scared her. She did not know what happened. Did Donald take off on her without telling her? Did something happen to the boys? She didn't have another number for Donald, and she lost connect with her other estranged relatives years before.

Her great situation of three years was suddenly turning into her worse nightmare.

* Flash Back *

"I want a divorce Gregory," Bella said.

Gregory caressed Bella's face. He didn't care for Bella's children, but he always loved Bella...well, he loved her appearance anyway.

"Why my sweet girl, why?" he asked. "Are you not happy here?"

"No, I'm not. Please give me a divorce. I did sign the prenuptial agreement. I'll leave with nothing."

*End of Flash Black *

So, Gregory and Bella got a divorce. Bella got nothing except that which was already hers, such as her motorcycle. Not long after the divorce was finalized, Bella found out that she was pregnant once again. She never told Gregory about this child, his child. Frankly she was not sure Gregory would even care.

The door flew open, and broke Bella's prolonged daydream.

"And then with two seconds left in the third period..." Louie shouted.

Huey laughed, and adjusted a few stray feathers on his head. "I know. I'm just the sweetest hockey player in Duckburg!"

"Keep telling yourself that..." Dewey said with a laugh.

Huey shook his head. "No, I'm bad and you know it."

"Glad you are admitting it!" taunted Dewey.

Huey backslapped Dewey on the shoulder.

Dewey stepped back, and laughed.

"Oh hi mom," he called.

"Hello boys, you guys had a hockey game? If I knew, I would have come. It was good I assume?" she asked.

"Yeah Mom...it was..." Louie started.

"Well jeez mom," Huey stated. He had his index finger hanging over his chin as if he was pondering something. "Well, I supposed if you have been here for us more than two seconds, you would have known!" Huey shouted.

Bella clenched her fingers and sighed.

"Enough, it's time to tell you all the truth. Your uncle is not here right now, but hey, it might be better that way. And Daisy..." Bella shouted, but then shook her head. "No, no projecting blame or anger right now...You three sit down."

To Be Continued