Back to the Nest

A Disney Duck Fanfic:

Instead of being purely based on one entity, this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing Duck.

Written By

Stef With a F

Disclaimers: Like before, Disney owns most of these characters. The Widgeon's are mine however. Please tell me what you think.

Chapter 10

"Wow!" Donald shouted. He scoped the front room in utter amazement. "The boys really cleaned up!"

"Donald, is that you?" Bella called out from the kitchen.

Donald walked farther into the house. "Dumbella? What are you burning?" he called out.

Bella rolled her eyes. "I'm not burning anything, you brat! It smells good and you know it."

"What is it?" Donald asked.

"Broccoli Alfredo, buttered sweet corn, and garlic bread," Bella answered. "And Please stop calling me Dumbella. I hate that name."

"When did you learn to cook? And how did you get the kids to clean the house?!

Bella laughed. "Long time ago. And you're welcome."

Donald shook his head. "No, you are welcome. I'm the one that gave you an compliment."

Bella laughed again. "What is burning is your idea of a compliment?"

Donald mumbled something under his breath. And left the room.

Bella sighed. Donald was always a brat, but at the moment she couldn't complain much. She has barley talked to him in the last ten years. She abandoned her children for him to raise, and her she is living under his roof. Yet, their bickering a few seconds ago was lighter than it has been the last few days. It reminded her more of how it was when they were children.

They always had their arguments, like many families do. But, they were also once very close. Bella knew she ruin this. Her only hope was that bridge could be repaired.

"Where are the boys?" Donald later asked.

Bella paused for a second as she drained the noodles, preparing them for the Alfredo sauce she was also preparing.

"They are all out. Dewey said something about going to a movie with a friend. He left an hour ago. I asked him if could wait for dinner, but he told me he would pick something at the Hamburger Hippo. Louie left to pick up Webby, but that was a few hours ago." Dumbella answered.

Donald sighed. "He knows it is a school night. He just better be back by 10:30 or so. You said Louie is with Webby? Maybe that means he's hanging at Uncle Scrooge's."

"She lives there?" Bella asked.

Donald nodded. "His housekeepers' granddaughter. Used to be the boys nanny…when…"

Bella stared at him intensely when Donald cut off that statement.

"Hmm? Please continue," she requested. "The boys told me.."

Donald shook his head. "Don't judge me Dumbella, you have no reason to talk."

Bella focused her eyes. "There's no draft Donald, you chose to leave them just like I did."

"Not now, where's Huey?" Donald asked. "I noticed you didn't mention him."

"He ran out. To see a friend. Donald I told them the truth about what happened. The whole thing," Bella continued.

"The whole thing?" Donald repeated.

"Yes, things I didn't even tell you. How dare you leave for the Navy and not tell me! I know I left but you always kept me informed anyway. You left for the Navy to keep me from them, didn't you?!?"

"Mommy," Melanie called out from the other room. "Why are you yelling? Is Dinner ready? I'm hungry."

Bella turned away from Donald, and kneeled down to be eye level with her daughter.

"Just about sweetie," Bella answered. "Do you want to help Mommy sent the table? We are going to wait to see if your brothers come home. Let's the get the table ready and then you can help me make a salad."

"Great mommy!" the child exclaimed. "Salad with purple cabbage and carrots?"

"If you like! Let's go!"

Bella took Melanie's hand and lead her to the kitchen. She turned around and glared at Donald.

"Later."

Donald rolled his eyes, took his shoes off, grabbed the remote, and turned the television on.

To Be Continued