Oh, so Esme kissed Duke and she doesn't plan on telling Wildwing...Let's just hope that she can keep that secret

Disclaim: I Do NOT Own 'The Mighty Ducks', I only own Esme

Chapter 8

Esme couldn't believe what she was doing. She pushed Duke away from her. She saw the concern in his eye.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head.

"I can't do this, Duke."

"Why not?"

"Because, I care about someone else and I promised myself that I would not get wrapped up with you again."

She started to walk away, until Duke grabbed her wrist. She looked at him. She pulled her wrist away from his grip.

"Duke, please."

She saw the hurt on his face, but she walked away from him. She loved him still.

Esme was laying in her bed, wide awake. She couldn't believe that she kissed Duke. She couldn't tell Wildwing. She cared about Wildwing and she didn't want to hurt him in anyway.

"Esme,"

She looked up and saw her baby brother standing at her door.

"What is it, Connor?"

"Can I sleep in here with you?"

She smiled.

"Sure, sport."

Connor walked in, closing the door behind him. He crawled into the bed with his older sister. He wrapped his arms around his older sister's waist. In a matter of seconds, Connor fell asleep.

Esme ran her fingers though her baby brother's hair. She loved how her baby brother enjoyed life. He didn't have a care in the world. She wanted Connor to be a kid and enjoy it. She never wanted him to grow up like she had to. She layed her head down and fell asleep.

Esme played with her breakfast. She wasn't hungry. She had too much on her mind. She couldn't get over meeting Duke last night. She still felt his kiss linger on her lips.

"Esme,"

She looked up and saw her mother staring at her. She saw the concern in her mother's eyes.

"Are you all right, baby?"

"I'm fine, Momma. I just didn't sleep well last night."

Her mother raised an eyebrow at her daughter.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Her mother knew she was lying, but she wasn't going to press it. She loved her daughter. Her kids were her world and there was nothing she wouldn't do for them. Esme pulled her chair away from the table.

"I'm going for a walk."

"All right. Be careful."

Esme walked out of the back door. She slipped through the alleys with her hands in her pocket. She didn't know who she loved. Duke was her first love and Wildwing was the sweetest mallard that she ever met. She stopped and leaned against a stone wall. She saw her fogged breath.

"Hey, Esme."

She smiled. She saw Nosedive.

"Hey, Dive."

He walked over to her. He leaned against the wall next to her.

"What you doin'?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Nothing much. Why you wondering around the streets?"

"I'm going to meet my brother and Canard at our secret ice rink."

She saw the way he smiled when he mentioned the secret rink.

"You wanna come?"

"Uh, I don't know. Do you think your brother and Canard would mind?"

"Nah…They like you."

They both look at each other. He grabbed her hand and started pulling.

"Come on. Let's go!"

She couldn't help but to laugh at Nosedive's eagerness. She shook her head.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming."

Nosedive led the way while Esme followed. He reminded her too much of her baby brother.

Nosedive and Esme came to the secret rink. Wildwing looked and he felt his cheeks heat up. He couldn't believe his baby brother brought Esme with him. Wildwing couldn't really think when Esme was around. He smiled at her.

"Hey, Esme."

She walked over to him.

"Hey,"

"I'm glad you came."

"Me too."

"Esme,"

She looked at Canard.

"I'm glad you came."

"Thanks, Canard."

"You gonna play?"

She shook her head.

"No, I think I'm gonna sit this one out."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

Canard looked at Wildwing. He looked back to her.

"Okay."

She smiled and sat on the side. Nosedive walked over to her. He sat next to her. She looked at the young, blonde mallard.

"You're not going to play?"

He shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Because, I want you to talk to you."

She smiled. She was glad that she and Nosedive were becoming good friends.

Nosedive felt like he could tell Esme anything. Esme saw the way Wildwing blocked every puck Canard threw at him. She was impressed at how good of a goalie Wildwing was.

He looked at her. She smiled at him. A puck came toward him and it knocked Wildwing right in the head. He fell to the ice, out cold.

"WILDWING!" All three ducks yelled together.

Esme and Nosedive ran over to Wildwing, while Canard was trying to wake his best friend up. Esme kneeled next to Wildwing, putting his head in her lap. She looked at Canard.

"Canard, go get some help."

Canard kicked off his skates and pulled on his boots. He bolted down the street. Nosedive and Esme watched as Canard ran off to get some help.

Esme looked back to the unconscious mallard on her lap. She ran her hand over his forehead. She felt where Canard hit him with the puck.

"How bad?"

She looked at the young mallard, then back to the white mallard.

"He's going to have a nasty bump."

Nosedive and Esme knew that Wildwing was going to have a nasty bump, but they were trying their best not to laugh. It was actually really funny when they thought about it.

DarkAlice0342: Wildwing got knocked in the head with a puck and Esme runs over to take care of him…Awwwww…So sweet:)

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