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. Dumbella Duck is Disney's character, yet her background as Bella Widgeon is mine. Gregory Widgeon and Melanie Widgeon are also mine. As is Cindy Ganderquack.

Author Notes:

Here's chapter 11. Once again I notice it has been almost a month. Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. Please tell me what you think.

Chapter 11

Daisy came in with some take out.

Donald shook his head.

"Dumbella is going to be upset about that. She made dinner," Donald informed.

Daisy looked around, scanning the clean house.

Damn. This house hasn't been this clean since…well, since forever. Dusted?!

"Really? Did you tell her to? She's trying to make up for leaving…I trust the rest of the house is her doing too."

"Probably," Donald said in mumbled voice.

"What about her sleeping arrangements, we can not have her in the front room forever. What is your input on this?" Bella demanded.

Donald sighed. "Shh…my niece will hear you. That poor child."

"What did she make?" Daisy added trying to change the subject.

"Alfredo, and it smells good, put the hamburgers in the fridge."

Daisy stared at Donald.

Donald stared at her back, an almost defeated look on his face, he mumbled loudly, trying to press such feelings away.

"Are you okay Donald?" Daisy whispered. "I'm sorry…I just…"

Donald shook his head. "I'm fine."

Some of the things Bella said did make sense. He left the boys to join the navy. But still how dare she treat his case the same. He didn't leave them to go off with a lover. He did it to serve his country, and to learn what the world had to offer. It was only for four years, and the boys had so much fun at Scrooge's mansion. She told them the truth, the whole truth. What did she not tell him? And why?

"You don't seem fine," Daisy stated. "You and Dumbella were having an argument, weren't you?"

Donald sighed again. "Yeah, she found out about the Navy. She seems to think that I purposely went to keep the boys from her."

"That's not why you went," Bella protested.

"No, but I can see how she could see it that way. I didn't give her the heads up that Uncle Scrooge had her," Donald explained. "I didn't even consider contacting her."

"Did you even know where she was?" Daisy defended.

"No, but she gave me a cell phone number," he admitted, turning his back on Daisy.

Daisy blinked. Donald was so upset about this. Bella was the boys' own mother and she left them. Donald gave them a place to stay and raised them. Daisy wrapped her arms around Donald's chest, hugging him warmly.

You are their legal guardian.

You have legal custody.

You had no legal obligation to tell her where you or the children were.

That is what she wanted to say, but she did not dare.

"It'll be alright," Bella promised.

"You can't promise that," Donald replied.

Daisy sighed. "Just don't be mad at yourself, okay? I'm going to put this food away okay? I'll try to be nice and try some of your sister's meal."

Daisy kissed Donald on the cheek. She then went into the kitchen.

She opened the kitchen door.

"Wow, salad and garlic bread too?" she inquired out loud.

"Yeah," Bella said from behind her.

Bella laughs nervously. "Sometimes cooking settles my nerves. And I am proud to say I have come to be a little a good at it."

"Well, it smells good," Daisy said in a warmer tone, attempting to be a little more civil.

Bella smiled. "Thanks."

She turns around and grabs a few plates from the cupboard and some silverware. She then sends them on the table.

"We should talk," she stated, in tone that was more like a pleading request then anything else. "Donald you too," she continued. "Need to tell you what happened that six years ago."

"Thanks for picking me up Louie," Huey said.

Louie waved his hand dismally. "Hey no problem dude. You don't need to be hopping a bus this time at night."

Huey shrugged his shoulders. "Not like I haven't before."

Louie nodded. "But still. Especially with what we found out tonight."

Huey stared at Louie with narrow eyes.

"Let's not bring this up," he warned.

"A long of stuff has happened to her the last seven years," Louie starts.

Huey clenched his fists, holding back anger.

"Louie, I mean it," he said again.

"But Huey, she miscarried. We can not even imagine how heartbreaking that can be…"

"Not having us didn't mean much to her," Huey said in a cold voice. "End this. Have your debate with Dewey when we get home."

"But she admitted that she was wrong," Louie protested. "She wants to make it up to us."

"It's too late."

"No it isn't. Do you really want to wait until it is?"

Daisy placed her hand over her month.

"You had a miscarriage?" she said. "Oh Gosh…I'm so sorry."

Donald just stared wide-eyed for a moment.

"Bella, why? Why didn't you tell me?" Donald asked.

Bella stared at back at him for second.

Damn…It was the phone call. She wanted to tell him that night. If only he gave her a number to call. But still, why the story about Gregory leaving her? Whoa…was that why he left her? Did she leave him because she miscarried? What an ass?! Wait, didn't he never want kids in the first place? Did he leave her when she was pregnant? Was she all alone the day she lost the baby? Wait, but what about Melanie? Did he leave her when she got pregnant the second time? Oh man…

As if she was telepathic, she began to answer some of his unasked questions.

"You know Gregory didn't want kids even before I realized that. He did not know about either pregnancy. I lost my fourth son, fairly early in my pregnancy. He never noticed. I mourned his death more than I ever imagined I would. The marriage got unbearable. I wanted to have more children. And I had good reason to believe it would not happen. So I left. I left my 'perfect' world behind. I got myself in another accident. Pretty bad. I was in coma for awhile. Rehab for months. I was pregnant at the time. My Melanie was a miracle. Truly was. It was rough. I didn't recover for months, heck years."

Donald closed his eyes.

The pain Bella must have felt. And now he treated her so. Gosh, he wished she allowed him to share some of this burden. She shouldn't have done this alone.

"I wasn't alone," she revealed. "You remember Cindy Ganderquack? She was even here the other day. She was with me. She saved me."

"I'm so sorry Bella," Donald informed.

He stood up and hugged her.

To Be Continued