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Squad Unit 19: Welcome to the fifth chapter of this story. I know this is a bit late for Valentine's Day, but here is my submission for the holiday anyway. Hey, better late than never, right? Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day! Also I want to thank AndieTiggerPyro, Aw Phooey and Minnie Loves Mickey for their great ideas and suggestions used in this chapter. Thank you all very much! :D I hope ya'll enjoy it! ;) I hope you enjoy this chapter. No flames or criticism.
Squad Unit 19.
THREE HEARTS, ONE LOVE
Days passed by and Minnie had begun her nineth week of pregnancy. Now being just over two months pregnant, the little life growing inside of Minnie's uterus was now about the size of a green olive. The little one was still too small for Minnie to feel it moving about, but she knew it was growing. It was also still a little too early for her to begin showing around her stomach, and none of the mice' friends had figured it out.
Minnie had also began feeling a bit more tired, due to her body adjusting to the changes in her system and to creating the placenta. Mickey would insist every morning that Minnie stay in bed and sleep in a while. She was touched by his sweetness, and obliged, staying in bed sometimes. Of course, Minnie didn't like to sleep without Mickey, so when he could, he'd sleep in with her. He made every effort he could to help her out with something - cleaning, washing and folding clothes, and fixing breakfast and dinner. And Minnie was deeply touched by all his effort. But she also felt guilty, since he also worked on the new room. But he did his best, and she was grateful for it. Of course, Ortensia also helped out.
While Mickey and Oswald worked on the room, Ortensia would help Minnie with whatever needed done around the house. Usually, the girls would be in the room with their boys, just in case they needed help. One thing that the young mouse lovers looked forward to was going back to the doctor, for they had read that a Doppler device might could pick up the baby's heartbeat soon. They could hardly wait for it.
Mickey and Minnie lay in bed, snuggled together as they slept. Minnie slept peacefully, while Mickey on the other hand, not so much... He dreamt that Minnie was eight months pregnant, and was going into labor. He went into a state of panic. He grabbed the phone to call 911, but the line was dead. He picked Minnie up heroically and tried to carry her downstairs, but the steps had suddenly vanished. He looked around, trying to figure out how to get her down the stairs. Suddenly, he was outside. He quickly put Minnie in the car, got in and turned the key, but it wouldn't start. He glanced in the back seat to see Minnie holding her stomach, her face red, her eyes squeezed shut. She let out a groan, then fell over in the seat.
Mickey jumped awake, panting, sweating a bit. He quickly looked around and his eyes fell upon Minnie, who lay peacefully snuggled against him, her head on his arm and one arm draped over his torso. He sighed a breath of relief. Instinctively, he looked at her closely, and saw her side gently rising and falling, and he heard the soft, sweet breaths that escaped her lips, which were parted ever so slightly. Relief flowed through the male mouse, and he felt the tension leave his body. As he settled down again, relaxing, he pulled her closer, and felt her snuggle against him, giving a soft, adorable squeak as she did. He smiled even wider, and lay his head to watch her sleep.
He realized that she was only two months and two weeks pregnant. A relief after the terrifying dream he'd just had. Of course, though. It was a dream, only a dream. More of a nightmare, actually. Of course in a dream, things won't go right. Mickey was relieved that it was only a dream. He let his eyes drift shut, and laying there, he made a mental note.
When Minnie was far enough along to have the baby, he was going to make sure every vehicle had gas and ran properly. And that the stairs were present.
Later that morning, Mickey was the first one up. His eyes opened and he blinked to get his vision to focus. As his vision cleared, he looked down and noticed his wife lying next to him. She lay facing him, one hand resting on her pillow, and a peaceful, sweet smile on her lips. Mickey smiled, and reached a hand up to softly brush the tops of his fingers against her cheek. The littler mouse gave a soft, cute squeak and shifted only sligthly, tilting her face downward just sligthly. Mickey leaned close and planted a feather soft kiss on her nose. Pulling away, he sat up in bed and stretched as he yawned.
After he finished, he glanced back over his shoulder at the sleeping angel; his sleeping angel. He watched her sleeping for a moment, then stood. He decided to make her breakfast and surprise her. Quietly, he started tip-toeing across the floor. He abruptly stopped when he stepped on a creaky floorboard, and quickly glanced back to make sure he hadn't waken her.
Still asleep.
He exhaled, and smiled, then resumed tip-toeing over to the bedroom door. As he finally made it to the door, he turned back to his companion, giving her a smile, then quietly snuck out the door. He quietly made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. As he stepped inside, Pluto and Figaro heard and raised their heads. They were up instantly, and sprinted over to greet their male master; Pluto barking and Figaro meowing.
"Shh! Quiet fellas!" Mickey shushed them. "Minnie's still sleepin'. I wanna make her breakfast as a surprise, so don't wake her up, okay?" The pup and kitten nodded in agreement. "Atta boy, fellas." Mickey rubbed their heads, then stepped over to the oven. He got out everything he needed and began whipping up some breakfast for his young wife.
Upstairs, Minnie was still sound asleep. Or at least, she had been. As the little mouse scooted closer to her companion's side of the bed, hoping to snuggle against him, she didn't feel him. She awoke instantly. Eyes fluttering open, she blinked, trying to focus her vision, and saw that her husband was absent. Feeling Mickey next to her always made her sleep better than if he wasn't in bed with her. And she knew the reason she had woken up so suddenly was because of the sudden realization that he wasn't there; because she didn't feel that familiar warmth of his body, because she didn't feel his strong arms around her, holding her as she slept, and because she didn't hear the soothing beat of his heart.
Minnie sat up in bed and stretched as she yawned. Finishing, she took a glance around the room, wondering just where her husband and bed-buddy was. She glanced over at the window to see the sunlight seeping between the blinds. She glanced down to the digital clock on the nightstand to see what time it was. Just then, she caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Lifting her little black oval nose into the air a bit, she sniffed, and instantly recognized the scent: Mickey's homemade, super-delicious pancakes. Okay, nobody but her had ever called them that. She had dubbed them that. But then, he never made his homemade, super-delicious pancakes for anyone but her, which flattered and touched her deeply. She had a good reason to call them super-delicious. They were!
"Aw, Mickey..." the tiny mouse uttered softly and affectionately, knowing full well what he had done. She decided to go downstairs and surprise him - maybe with a kiss and a tickle - and thank him properly. However, just as she threw off the covers and scooted her legs to the side of the bed, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She directed a smile toward the door, already knowing who it was. And as expected, she saw some familiar, cute, big round ears peek around the doorway, followed by the totally handsome and totally cute mouse they were attached to.
"Hey, you're up." His warm smile that greeted her just made her day right there.
"Yep. I just woke up." She returned the smile, which she couldn't help but smile anyway. "What're you doing up so early?" She noticed his smile turn shy.
"Well..." He stepped fully through the door, carrying a tray with pancakes, orange juice, syrup, and two banana muffins on it. "I thought I'd make ya breakfast." Her heart melted instantly. His shy yet playful smile and his innocent and caring charm always held sway over her. She could never resist.
"Oh, Mickey..." she cooed, a strong urge building to jump up and fling herself into his arms and hug and kiss him. He stepped over to the bed, placing the tray down on the nightstand. "You shouldn't have went through the trouble." He shrugged, still smiling.
"No biggie. I wanted to do it for ya." She couldn't fight the urge any longer and jumped from the bed into his arms, her own smaller ones going around his neck.
"Oh, Mickey," she breathed as she hugged him. She felt his arms wrap tightly around her waist as he began holding her, her feet dangling in the air, and the whole world just seemed right. "You're so sweet!" She pulled away a bit and kissed him. As she pulled away, she still felt her lips tingle. "You're the best!"
"Aw, shucks. 'Twern't nothin'," he said shyly.
"It is to me." She nuzzled her nose to his. "Thank you so much."
"Aw, you're welcome, kiddo." She gazed into his eyes, forgetting the whole world around her. All that was was just him holding her, and her holding him, and the rich, pure love between them. "So... Does that kiss count as my good morning kiss?" he asked a little playfully, breaking the silence. Minnie giggled. How much more adorable could he possibly get? How much more could she possibly love him?
"Naw, that was my thank you kiss. This is your good morning kiss." She pressed her lips to his, and she felt his grip tighten; not uncomfortably, but completely comfortably, and she felt him kiss her back. That made her head begin to spin and her entire body tingle. After a bit, the young lovers pulled away, brown meeting brown. "Good morning, sweetie."
"Good morning, doll." As their gazes remained locked, Mickey gently set her back on the floor, and moved one arm from around her back and lifted his hand up to brush the tops of his fingers delicately against her soft, warm cheek. She welcomed the touch, a soft sigh escaping her as she relished the touch. She gazed up into his eyes, not daring to look away. She was content to just stay that way for eternity.
As he extended his fingers, cupping her cheek, she snuggled her cheek into his palm, the warmth from it flowing through her. He gazed down into her eyes, admiring the warmth and love they held; love and warmth that was reserved only for him. Her eyes sparkled with a warm light, a soothing, loving light. Like a steady stream, trickling, sparkling in the sun. The current - her love for him - forever flowing, never stopping, never slowing down, but continuing to flow, ever steady, constant. She gazed up into the eyes of the person she loved and admired with all of her heart. He love for him was like a rock; forever strong, forever steady.
"I love you, Mickey," Minnie smiled softly.
"Love you," Mickey smiled back. Minnie leaned up to kiss him, standing on her tip-toes. Of course, she was a little smaller than him, in every sense. Even with her pumps, she sometimes was still just a bit shorter than he was. But she loved him the way he was, and wouldn't have him any other way. When they pulled apart, their eyes met once more. After a moment, Mickey's voice broke the silence, as he remembered her breakfast. "Better eat your breakfast before it gets cold."
"Oh. Right." She blushed, embarrassed. The moment she looked into his eyes, she forgot about breakfast. Heck, she forgot about everything. She gave him a quick peck on his lips and let go, crawling back onto the bed and sitting up. Mickey crawled across the bed and joined her.
"I made your favorite," he said, pointing to the food. She turned to him and smiled cutely.
"Which of your pancakes aren't my favorite?" That statement made him blush. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, sweetie. I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome." The mice took each other's hand, said a little prayer, then began to eat breakfast together.
Later that evening, Mickey and Minnie went shopping together at the mall. Walking through the mall hand-in-hand, they would glance to every toddler and set of parents pushing a baby stroller. It made the young mouse couple all the more excited for their big day.
"Hey, Mickey?" Mickey felt Minnie tug on his sleeve and glanced at her, noticing the cute smile she wore.
"Yeah?" She motioned toward the baby aisle, smiling a beaming smile. He smiled, knowing what she meant. "Sure." The young mouse giggled excitedly and grabbed her husband's hand, pulling him into the section. They started looking through the different clothes, toys and accessories.
"Isn't this adorable?" Minnie asked with an excited giggle, holding up a little bib.
"It sure is! What about this?" Mickey held up a pair of booties.
"Aw, those are cute too!" The mice chuckled. Then Mickey held up a maternity gown, giving a chuckle.
"I think I'll get ya this." Minnie looked at it, then gave him a bit of a look.
"I'm not that big yet."
"Ya will be soon. May as well get it now." Minnie gave him a smile.
"I'll make you a deal. I'll let you get it on one condition."
"All right, what're the terms?"
"You can get that, if you promise to put it on me sometimes," she answered cutely and slyly. He chuckled, and slipped an arm around her waist.
"I'll put it on ya every time if ya like."
"Oh, Mickey," she chuckled, and he kissed her cheek. They shared a smile, then Minnie took the gown from his hands and held it up. "Wonder if Daisy ever wore one of these things when she was pregnant."
"You could ask her." He picked up a bottle and looked at it. "I'm sure she could tell ya all about when she was pregnant." Minnie lowered one hand to her little belly, imagining her and Mickey's child inside. As a smile spread across her face, she looked back up to her husband.
"Even so, there are things she could tell me that I wouldn't understand until I experienced it for myself. And every day I experience something new." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "All thanks to you." He smiled, and nuzzled his nose to hers, and she happily nuzzled back.
"So how do ya feel?" Minnie couldn't help but smile. He asked her often how she was feeling, even if they were just sitting around watching a movie or talking or snuggling. She didn't find it annoying. She thought it was sweet and thoughtful, and she was very grateful.
"Hee, hee! I'm fine, dear. I feel totally fine." She leaned up and touched her nose to his. "But thanks for asking." Pulling back, she grabbed his hand. "C'mon. How about we go see what cheese they have?"
"Don't have to ask me that twice." They chuckled and started walking through the aisle, but they stopped when they spotted Clarabelle in the women's clothes, which was near the baby section.
"Yikes!" the mice yelped and quickly ducked behind a shelf.
"Oh, what is she doing here?" Mickey groaned.
"How're we gonna get past her?" Minnie asked. "If she see us here, she'll know something's up."
"We can't stay here. She'll spot us if we do." Mickey began thinking. He turned to Minnie. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Minnie smiled.
"You know it."
"Okay, here's the plan. We sneak down the accessories that way-" He pointed down an aisle. "and sneak around her."
"Then what? We still have to get out of the store without her seeing us." The mice glanced back in the cow's direction. "Hmm... We can sneak through the jewelry department and try to stay behind the displays."
"If she sees us, we'll act like we just walked in."
"Sounds like a plan." They glanced toward the cow.
"You ready?" Minnie nodded.
"Let's do it."
The mice began sneaking down the aisle, trying not to be seen. They almost made it out of the baby section, when Clarabelle turned around toward the jewelry.
"Duck!" Mickey whispered, and he and Minnie quickly ducked down behind a small display of baby clothes. They peeked around the display stand to see Clarabelle facing their direction, though they hadn't been seen. "Great. Now what?" Minnie looked in the direction they had come from. She snapped her fingers as she realized they might could make it through the other way.
"We can go back the way we came." Mickey looked in the direction she was pointing. "We can sneak through the women's clothes, past the jewelry, and out the store."
"Let's go for it." The mice began sneaking back in the direction they came from, making sure not to be spotted by the cow. They made it out of the baby section and started through the women's clothes, sneaking around the racks of clothes. They made it out of the women's clothes and past the jewelry, and each sighed breaths of relief as they were home free. They couldn't help but laugh.
"Ya think it's gonna always be like this?" Minnie asked.
"Probably. Until we tell our friends anyway," Mickey replied.
"Well, I don't mind sneaking around. It's kinda fun!" Minnie giggled, and Mickey chuckled.
Shortly, Mickey and Minnie had gotten hungry, and stopped for a bite to eat. As they sat at a little table at a little restaurant in the mall, they watched whenever a toddler would walk by with his or her parents.
"Hard to believe that's gonna be us soon, isn't it?" Minnie mentioned, setting her cup of tea on the table top.
"Sure is," Mickey replied. "But I'm really looking forward to it!"
"Me too! Didja ever think you'd be a daddy?" Mickey chuckled.
"I'd thought about it, but it kinda scared me 'cause I thought I would have no idea what I was doin'. I was afraid I'd mess up."
"Are you kidding me?" Minnie cocked her head to the side. "You've been so incredible, Mickey! You've been reading those books with me, you've been working hard on that room, and you've been taking very good care of me and the baby. You're a wonderful daddy, and the baby isn't even here yet." Mickey gave a light smile.
"Thanks. But I still worried. And I still worry that I'll do something wrong..." He looked down at his cup.
"Mickey..." Minnie leaned closer to him, placing her finger under his chin, making him look her in the eye a she smiled honestly and surely. "I don't worry. I don't worry at all. In fact, I'm proud of you."
"What for?"
"Because you are the way you are. You might not see it, but you've been such a great help to me; helping me around the house, taking care of me, and making sure I don't do anything to hurt myself or our baby. Don't you see? You've been there for me, you've helped me, and you've watched out for me. And you work hard. You've put so much effort into that room, and you help me when I need it, even times when I could do something myself. You're a wonderful husband. You were a wonderful boyfriend, you're a wonderful husband, and I know you'll be a wonderful father. I'm so blessed and lucky to have you as my husband, to have you in my life, and this baby is blessed and lucky to have you as a daddy. I don't worry. Because I know you."
Mickey felt his fear fade away. Her loving eyes, her tender touch, and her confidant words had relieved him of his worry. Looking into her eyes, he saw the truth to every word she had spoken. He saw the confidence and pride she had in him shinning within her dark brown spheres. There wasn't any doubt in her mind. She knew him. She knew he had naught a reason to worry, for she didn't have a bit of worry within her. She had faith in him. She believed in him. Minnie slid her hand up to cup his cheek, and he raised his hand and placed it over hers.
"Thanks, Min." They leaned close and shared a tender smooch. "You're gonna be a great mother. You know that, right?"
"I hope I will be," she said, and he could sense the concern she had. "I want to be a good one."
"You will be. I don't doubt that." She looked into his eyes, her own starting to shine from his optimism. "I know you'll be a great mommy. I don't doubt you. And I don't want you to doubt yourself either." He kissed her nose, and suddenly all her worry was gone. He believed in her and had faith in her. As she looked into his eyes, she saw the truth to his words. He didn't doubt her. She felt her heart fluttering and she felt more confidant in herself. She took his hand, giving it a loving squeeze.
"Thanks, Mickey." They leaned close and kissed once more. She knew... Everything would be okay. The days passed by and Mickey continued to help Minnie as she became farther along, and both were getting more and more prepared. Both marveled at how much their baby was growing with each passing day. Mickey, Minnie, Oswald and Ortensia continued to work on the room that would be the nursery.
One of the nights...
Minnie sat up in bed, reading one of the books on pregnancy. She turned her head and gazed at the clock. Seeing how late it was, she closed the book and put it in the drawer. She scooted out of bed and made her way down the hall to the new room, where her husband sat, looking at a book on nurseries, occasionally glancing around the room, then back to the book.
"Honey." At that beautiful, angelic, sweet voice, Mickey glanced from the book to the doorway, where his wife stood, leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed. She wore a sweet, tired smile. It was quite late after all. She chuckled. "You gonna be in here all night, or are you coming to bed?" Mickey smiled, and looked around the room. The main construction was mostly done. They still had to place some more plywood on the walls, fix the wiring, plaster and paint, put in the hardwood flooring, then add the furniture.
"I was just going over a few things." She stood fully and stepped over to him, taking a glance around the room herself.
"We've got a lot done. It's going to look great."
"Yeah, I hope so."
"Tired, baby?" Mickey tilted his head, feeling a cramp pop.
"A little." The young mouse gently took the book from him, placing it on a nearby table and taking his hand.
"It's late. Come on to bed. You need some rest. I know you're tired." Mickey stood, stretching his free arm.
"I'm not that tired." Then he yawned suddenly. "Well, um..."
"Not tired, huh?" she said, grinning. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Okay. Maybe I'm a little tired."
"Then you need to get some rest. Come on to bed with me." She tugged at his arm, leading him to the doorway. "It's time to hit the hay. Both of us."
"Yeah..." He yawned. "Guess you're right."
Minnie pulled Mickey into their bedroom and over to their bed. Both were already wearing their pajama's. "Now hop in." Minnie gave Mickey a gentle push and he crawled into bed, her following, snuggling up to him with a loving sigh. "Now see? Isn't this better?"
"Mm, yeah." Mickey snuggled under the covers, feeling his wife snuggle against him. He yawned again, making her yawn as well.
"Goodnight, Mickey. Love you," Minnie smiled up at him, then leaned up and swept her lips over his.
"Night, Min. Love you. Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams." Minnie nuzzled Mickey affectionately, her head resting on his arm and one arm draped across his frame. He had one hand on her side and rested his cheek against the top of her head. The young mice settled in for the night and drifted off to sleep.
Soon, Minnie was in her tenth week of pregnancy. Her morning sickness continued, but she didn't let it get her down. Plus, Mickey was there to take care of her, which made her feel a lot better. And she still had cravings for different foods, but that wasn't a problem. Besides, it was all worth it to Minnie. By this point, Minnie was beginning to show a little. Not very much, but a little.
It was most of the way through the week. Mickey and Minnie had woken up an were still lying in bed cuddled up. Minnie lay on her back with her head resting on his arm. He had one hand on her side. As they lay there, Mickey moved his free hand from behind his head and placed it on her stomach. He delicately rubbed his hand over her little belly and noticed her stomach didn't feel as little as it used to be, signaling that the baby - their baby - was growing. By the time she had began her eleventh week, she was showing just a bit more. The mice decided to go ahead and tell Donald and Daisy the news.
"How do ya think they'll take the news?" Mickey pondered as they pulled up to the duck home.
"Hm." Minnie lifted her head in thought for a second. "I'm guessing Daisy will cause you and I to go deaf, probably Donald as well. And Donald... I'm not really sure how he'll react."
"I'm guessin' Donald will be surprised and... might wonder what I got myself into." The mice laughed. They got out of the truck, taking one another's hand, and began walking up the front walk.
"Didja bring the ear plugs?"
"Yep. Got 'em right here." Mickey pulled the two packets of ear plugs out of his pocket.
"Good. We're gonna need them."
"Maybe we should have brought some for Donald too." The mice laughed again.
Inside, Daisy was in the kitchen while Donald was trying to get their triplets to go to sleep. After a couple of hours, he finally got them to go to sleep. Daisy turned and walked into the living room just as Donald entered.
"Whew... They're finally asleep," he said, colapsing on the couch.
"You did remember to give them their pacifiers, right?" Donald paused, then got up.
"I'll be back." Daisy sighed, smiled and shook her head. Just then there was knock at the door. Daisy got up and walked over to the door, opening it.
"Hi, Daisy!" Minnie greeted.
"Hi, Minnie! Mickey." She stepped back, allowing the mice to step inside. "Come on in."
"Thanks," the mouse girl said. Donald came downstairs just as the mice entered.
"Hey!" Donald said.
"Hiya, Donald!" Mickey greeted.
"So how have you guys been?" Daisy asked. Daisy and Donald sat down on the couch while Mickey and Minnie sat on the loveseat.
"We've been good," Minnie replied. "How about you two and your little darlings?"
"We're doing good," Daisy said.
"And I just got the 'little darlings' to go to sleep," Donald said, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.
"Kind of a handful, huh?" Mickey asked with a grin.
"They sure are." Donald smiled. "But I love them." The mice smiled, thinking of their own baby-to-be.
"What's up?" Daisy asked. "What brings you here?"
"Well... Mickey and I have some news to tell you," Minnie said, smiling a little mischievously.
"News? What kind of news?" Donald questioned. Minnie and Mickey exchanged sly smiles.
"Baby news," Mickey grinned.
"I'm pregnant!" Minnie squealed excitedly and happily. Minnie and Mickey quickly grabbed their ears, holding them down flat - Minnie's pushing against her hair bow - and cringed up, squeezing their eyes shut, expecting a scream. But, to their surprise, silence. Daisy remained sitting their, silent, unmoving. She didn't even blink. The mice opened their eyes, saw their friend, then turned to Donald, who was also holding his ears, bracing himself for an ear piercing scream. He opened his eyes.
"Wait for it. Whatever you do, don't let go of your ears." The mice looked at one another, still holding their ears down. Then Daisy's silence was broken and a loud scream pierced the air, causing the mice to grip their ears tighter and cringe up, squeezing their eyes shut. The duck stopped screaming and the mice slowly released their ears.
"I can't believe it! You're pregnant!" Daisy exclaimed.
"What!" the mice called out in unison, their ears ringing, on the verge of deafness. They rubbed their ears, trying to make the ringing stop. Daisy screamed again in excitment, then suddenly passed out, falling into Donald's lap.
"Oh, dear." Minnie quickly got up and went over to Daisy. Mickey also got up and went over to help. Minnie lifted Daisy's feet while Mickey slid a pillow underneath them. Then Donald tried to get Daisy to regain consciousness.
"Daisy. Daisy, wake up." Daisy soon started to stir, groaning as she opened her eyes.
"...I had the craziest dream... I dreamt Mickey and Minnie were going to have a baby." Donald laughed.
"You weren't dreaming, toots." Daisy looked up at Mickey and Minnie, who were each smiling sheepishly.
"You're... you're really...?" Minnie nodded.
"It's true." Mickey put his arm around Minnie.
"Minnie and I are gonna be parents." Minnie gave Mickey a smile as she leaned against him. Daisy stared in shock for a moment before she jumped off the couch and grabbed her mouse friend in tight hug, squeezing her, making her squeak from surprise and grunt from the pressure.
"Oh, my gosh, you're pregnant! I can't believe it! There's going to be little mouse feet running around! That's amazing! You're going to be a mom just like me!" Daisy exclaimed excitedly, hugging her friend tightly. Suddenly, they all heard the babies crying from upstairs. Donald sighed.
"I'll get it." He stood. "Congrats, you two. Gotta go." The duck took off upstairs.
"...Daisy... ...Can't breathe..." Minnie gasped. Daisy released her friend, allowing her to breath again. "I can't believe you two are gonna be parents. Oh, this is so exciting! How far along are you?"
"Eleven weeks," Minnie answered. The female mouse had instinctively taken her husband's hand and hers now rested in his.
"Eleven weeks? How come you didn't tell us before now?" Minnie smiled sheepishly.
"We wanted to surprise you."
"Well, you certainly did," Daisy laughed. "Congratulations to you both."
"Thanks!" Mickey and Minnie said together happily. All in all, they'd say Daisy took the news as they expected. And they still had their hearing, which was a plus.