Hey! I'm back, hope you're all well. Thank you to KaliAnn and the two Guest's who reviewed the last chapter, it still means a lot.

So, I see Daisy had made an appearance in Ducktales this season [at last!] So I feel obliged to say I'm going in a different direction to the show due to the fact I've already got an idea for her.

Warning: Swearing.

So, hope you all enjoy the next chapter, see the first for the disclaimer.

08/12/2019

Eeeekkkk! Guess who me and Donald saw today? Minnie and Daisy! I know, I couldn't believe it, I was just, like, tapping Donald on the shoulder like:

"Er…Don…"

"What?" He asked, turning away from the travel book he was looking at for Scrooge. [Like the guy needs any MORE travelling ideas] "Oh…phooey."

I clutched his shoulder. "Let's go say hi!"

"Let's not." Donald said, quickly.

It was at that point that Minnie looked up and -spotting us – waved eagerly, a massive smile across her face.

Daisy looked confused at first [she and Minnie were sitting opposite each other] but she turned and saw us and her face kinda…froze? I could just see the words 'Oh shit' written across her face.

Donald wasn't faring much better either, he clutched my shoulder [that must have looked a weird sight] and hissed in my ear. "Do you think they've seen us!?"

I looked at Minnie – still waving like it wasn't one of the awkwardist moments ever – and Daisy, who's smile was beginning to resemble the joker, and said. "…Yes, yes I do."

Don muttered a swearword into my shoulder.

"Maybe we can say we're busy?" I said, flustered. "I mean, it's not exactly a lie - we're technically shopping –"

I felt Don take a deep shuddering breath, then he stood up straight and, running adjusting his hat, said, just as flusteredly as I had. "N-no – they've seen us. W-we'd better go over. C'mon –" he rammed his hat firmly on his head, straightened his bow-tie and said – in true Duck family style. "-Let's get this over with."

So we went over and we said 'Hi' and 'How are you's?' even though I, at least, had only seen the pair of them about a fortnight ago.

Donald, in his usual manner, stood there with his beak clamped shut looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there while Minnie talked about Mickey, Morty, Ferdie, the filming, seemingly everything that was going on in the world ever...

Which, fair enough, I was feeling the same, but I wish he hadn't been so OBVIOUS about it.

"-So what are you two doing here then?" Minnie asked, finally drawing breath.

Which has got to be one of the stupidest questions ever asked when you considered where we were.

I could have answered. Maybe I even should have answered. But, seeing as Donald had said F all at that point I clamped my beak shut and waited pointedly.

Daisy rolled her eyes and said, good-naturedly. "It's a shopping mall, Mins. What do you THINK they're doing?"

Donald let out a little snort of laughter which he managed to cover up by faking a cough.

Minnie blinked. "Oh. Well, have you found anything nice?"

So we ran through the gifts we'd gotten so far [excluding hers and Mickey's of course] and she nodded approvingly at each one.

"They sound good." She said after. There was another pause while we all waited for someone else to say something.

"…How are the boys?" Daisy asked, looking at Don.

Well. Out of all the questions in the universe I didn't think she'd start with that one.

Clearly Don didn't expect it either because she blinked, laughed nervously and massaged the back of his neck. "Ask Della. She's the mother."

Daisy turned her cool blue eyes onto me and repeated the questions. I laughed nervously and said:

"You know, they're cool. Little tearaways of course, but…it's fun. We're managing it."

I would have quite liked to end the conversation there because the atmosphere was becoming a little strained, but Daisy ever didn't notice the tension, or, more likely, ignored it.

"How old are they now? 12?"

"…Yeah." Donald said, after it was clear I didn't have the braincells to answer. "They'll be thirteen next year." Like she couldn't have worked that out for herself.

Daisy smiled. "I can't believe that, it seems like only yesterday they were fluffy little ducklings and now…great big teenagers."

Donald gave a grin. "Yes…I can hardly believe it myself…"

Another silence, but this one was different, more comfortable, less strained. And I realised they were reminiscing about the boys youth. Cue a range of emotions inside me all battling for attention, but the one that was developing the most was…hate. Hate at myself for going off in the first place, hate at her for clearly stepping in and taking my place, hate at Donald for LETTING her –

"Are you alright, Della dear?" Minnie asked, looking at me in concern.

All eyes on me - and it might have been my imagination but I'm CERTAIN Daisy was smirking at me – and all I could do was stammer. "G-g-gimme a minute…" And legged it out of their as fast as I could.

Of course Donald came after me. Second time in one week – we're on our way to setting a new record – anyway, he caught up with me just outside the mall, red-faced and spluttering.

"What the hell-! "

"She raised them!" I shrieked.

Donald looked at me, looked around at all the people staring at us, and, holding his hands up, said carefully. "Dells, how 'bout we talk about this in the car-"

"Don't give me that crap! You let her raise them!"

"Don't be ridicule-"

"I'm not being ridiculous! How ELSE would she know they were fluffy little ducklings?"

"Er – because ALL ducks are fluffy little Ducklings at one point!? Even WE were."

I opened my beak to argue further, then stopped as his words sank in. "…So she never actually raised the boys?" I said, slowly.

My twin opened his beak, then slowly closed it again.

So she had. I'm out the picture for two seconds and he's moving Miss Daisy Duck in to play happy families and raise the boys! Ugggghhhhh! I –

AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!