Braced Company

A Disney Duck Fanfic:

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

Contains Major Spoilers to Double Triangle Trouble

Written By

Stef with a F

Disclaimers: Disney owns most of these characters. Dumbella's past as Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the characters of Melanie Widgeon, Cindy Ganderquack, Jeffery and Ashley Ruddy / Arachnia Ink, Ronnie Mallard, Lisa Mallard, Detective Doberman Pincher, Devin Duck, and whomever else I mention in the future. Time Setting: About eight (8) years after the Darkwing Duck series.

WARNING This story is rated PG-13 and/or TV-14-LSDV, which means it may or may not (chapters may vary, some will be possibly PG rated only or a less severe TV-14) include references or incidents of mild/moderate language, sexual content and or themes, mild or moderate violence, and possible other adult themes. Not a porno, or even R-rated, but be advised and please no flames.

Chapter 11

"Thanks for lunch Mrs. Beakley," Daisy said. "Are you sure you don't want me to pay for my meal?"

Mrs. Beakley shook her head. "No, and not another word on that."

Daisy nodded as she unbuckled her seat belt.

She and Beakley exited the car, and made their way to the naval office Donald worked at.

Daisy showed her civilian pass at the door, and in a few minutes Mrs. Beakley was cleared too.

"Daisy!" shouted a woman.

Daisy nodded and waved. "Hey."

"Here to see Donald?" the woman asked.

Daisy nodded. "Talk to you later?"

The woman nodded, "Sure, see you later."

"See you later too Nancy."

Once the causal acquaintance left, Daisy proceeded to knock on Donald's office door.

"Come in, "Donald called.

Daisy turned to her friend, "Mind if I am alone for a second?"

"Oh no problem," Mrs. Beakley stated, before she headed to the information desk.

Daisy entered the room, and promptly closed the door.

"Daisy!?" Donald exclaimed, his face filled with pleasant surprised, that quickly turned into concern. "Aren't you supposed to be at Bella's campout? Is anything all right?"

Daisy shook her head, "I don't know."

The blood drained from his face. He was dreading this, he knew something was…has been on his wife's mind, something that really was troubling her.

He got up from his desk and placed his hands upon her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

Daisy pulled away. "Please Donald sit down for this."

Donald stared at Daisy wide-eyed, as his heartbeat slowed.

"Now you are scaring me," Donald told her. "Just tell me. Are you sick?"

Daisy closed her eyes. Donald took a hold of Daisy's hands.

"Please Daisy," he whispered, "Just tell me."

Daisy took a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

Donald let go of her hands, "You are what?!"

"You're mad."

Donald didn't answer.

"You're shocked?"

Donald managed a nod; "Yeah you could say that toots. Why in the dog-gone world did you scare me like that!? I thought you were dying or something!?" he demanded.

Daisy faced began flushed. "Oh…honey that was not my intention…but I am pregnant, what are we going to do?"

Donald threw his hands in the air.

"Daisy…" he stressed. "What do you think we are going to do?"

Daisy stared at Donald until her eyes hurt, so much that she had to look away, to prevent her eyes to burst. She turned away, not wanting to say anything.

"Daisy," Donald said again. "Come on toots, look at me."

"I don't want to…" Daisy whispered.

"You silly duck, what do you think we will do?" he challenged her again.

He reached out and caressed Daisy on her cheek.

"You are going to be mom, and I'm going to be a dad," he whispered tenderly.

"You mean," Daisy breathed, "That you are happy that we are going to have a baby? I mean the boys are finally eighteen. I thought you, as was I, were looking forward to a household without children in the near future…"

Donald gently placed his right index finger on Daisy's beak.

"Shh…sure this wasn't planned, but it doesn't mean it isn't a blessing all the same. Are you unhappy that you're pregnant?" he asked.

Daisy pulled back for a second, seriously considering that challenge. "No, I'm not unhappy. But I was caught off guard. I was just coming to terms that I was probably never going to be a mother. I mean…"

Donald wrapped his arms around his wife, and hugged her tight. "You're going to be a great mother to our son or daughter…do you know which yet?"

Daisy laughed, though hurt just a bit due to the degree in which she was being hugged.

"No, I just proved I was pregnant a couple days ago. And I would doubt that I am more than three months along if even that far."

"Heh" Donald sighed, just before cupping Daisy's chin with both his palms. "Is this why you were so distant last week? Oh you're so pretty and glowing, I should have known, but then again, aren't you always."

Donald kissed her then, softly, and then again more deeply.

Bella, along with, Cindy, Morgana, and the two young Melanie and Lisa, were at the nearby lake enjoying the water.

"I just love a great swim," Bella marveled. "It is so relaxing and so much fun."

Morgana popped her head from under that water and nodded. "Lisa, Melanie stay where we can see you, ok?"

Melanie nodded.

Lisa smiled at her mother. "Can I show Melanie a trick?"

Morgana narrowed her eyes, "What kind of trick?"

"Nothing big Mommy, promise. Just something little. Not like I can teleport people like Ronnie!" Lisa shouted crossing her arms.

Morgana in turn crossed her arms. She wasn't a newborn duckling, she understood this game, and she too played this game with her mother and father when she was younger.

Morgana nodded. "True…"

"This," Lisa answered simply, before levitating a near by floatable raft about the ground. "See Melanie?"

Melanie looked up. "I wish I had powers like you and Ronnie," Melanie stated.

"Cute honey," Morgana said to her daughter, and then in return smiled at Melanie. "Powers are nice sweetie, but sometimes they are burden more than anything."

Melanie who was always a pretty much a well-behaved child smiled sweetly to her mother's friend. "Oh okay," she replied, only somewhat convincing.

Morgana smiled sympathetically. "I know it is hard for you to believe me right now Melanie, but it is true." Morgana then turned to her daughter. "Now put that raft down, we don't want anyone to see that now, do we?"

Lisa dropped the raft, which caused it to make a big splash. "I wish Ronnie was here."

Morgana frowned at Lisa, for she felt that such a remark could have hurt Melanie's feelings. But on the contrary, she found that Melanie agreed with Lisa's comment.

"Yes, me too. Three is much more fun than two," the seven- year-old agreed. "Though, this is an all girl thing!"

Bella smiled at her. "Well, you will seem him soon at the wedding. Aren't you having fun?"

Melanie nodded. "Yeah, I am having fun."

Brrring…

"Don't answer that Donald," Daisy requested.

Donald reluctantly pulled away. "Sorry toots, you know I have to."

"Hello?"

"Hello? Donald?" Drake called.

"Yes, Drake? Is that you?" Donald asked.

He was almost uncertain about his next question, "Is this about Huey and Gosalyn again?"

Drake shook his head. "No, No. They are together though."

He paused. "I just called to invite you to Launchpad's bachelor party tonight. The boys are invited too."

Donald nodded. "Thanks. When?"

"Six. Going to have pizza, and beer. And soda for the boys."

Donald nodded. "Sounds fun, we will be there."

Drake nodded, and then hung up the phone.

"Well, two more down," he said to himself before he heard a knock on the door.

Drake yawned before he dragged himself off the couch, so he could peak through the peephole.

He checked the clock and it was well before 6:00 PM, yet opened the door anyway.

"You are early," he informed the visitor.

"Well Drake, your son wanted to come home," Moloculo said. "And I was going to that party anyway.

"Well, we were going to drink…" Drake said, slightly annoyed, but he blushed when he saw Ronnie come in. "Not that you are not invited sport."

Ronnie crossed his arms. "Whatever, I rather be camping anyway. Where did you say they were at again?"

"I don't know…" Drake hesitated. "That's a woman only thing."

Ronnie crossed his arms. "But I am going to be bored at that party and you know it."

Drake looked at his clock; it was about 2pm now. And he really didn't want Ronnie at the party, no offense.

"Fine," Drake relented. "Go ask your mother. They are in the middle of no where, so I bet it will be safe to teleport her."

"Yay!" Ronnie shouted.

To Be Continued

Author Note: So now Donald knows! And next up…The chapter you have all been waiting for, the bachelor party! Thanks again for all the reviews.