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Squad Unit 19.

THREE HEARTS, ONE LOVE

It was the day after Mickey and Minnie had told their friends Donald and Daisy the big news. Naturally, Minnie made Daisy promise not to tell Clarabelle or Horace or anyone else about her and Mickey's little secret. The mice knew they would find out eventually. But they knew the longer they waited, the better. Only one person remained that the mice still had to tell:

Goofy.

Mickey and Oswald were working on the room, going over the plans for the wiring, while Minnie and Ortensia, too, looked over the plans, and discussed where the different pieces of furniture should be. Of course, Minnie had and would discuss this with Mickey as well.

Donald had agreed to help out with the room and Daisy had also agreed to help Minnie out if she needed help. Donald hadn't arrived yet, however, so the mice, rabbit and cat were handling it.

"Have you got enough nails?" Oswald asked.

"Yep," Mickey replied. "They're, um..." He looked around for the bag, but couldn't find it. Minnie glanced over where the saw and hammer was. She stepped over to them, and behind them was the bag of nails. She picked it up and carried it over to the table next to the boys and set it down.

"There ya go," she said with a bit of a smirk. Mickey chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Heh heh... Thanks, Min."

"No prob," she replied.

"Yeah. Um... Here they are..." he said sheepishly, pointing to the bag.

"Okay... And plywood?"

"Yep. Got some more out in the backyard." Then Mickey paused. "...Whoops..." He smacked his palm to his forehead. "I forgot the wood glue." He turned and dashed out the door. "Be right back!" Oswald chuckled and began looking over one of the books. Suddenly he realized they'd forgot the tape measure. He smacked his palm to his own forehead, then ran after his slightly younger sibling.

"Wait up, Mick!" Minnie and Ortensia watched the display, each with one brow raised, then giggled.

"They really are related, aren't they?" Ortensia laughed.

"They sure are," Minnie joined in. The young women laughed at their husband's.

"Daisy called me last night going on about you being pregnant," Ortensia said with a light chuckle. Minnie looked at her sister-in-law.

"You're kidding." The cat shook her head.

"'Fraid not. She went on and on about how great it is that you and Mickey are finally going to be parents, and that she was wondering if you two would ever make a baby." Minnie groaned lightly.

"That's Daisy, alright." She laughed lightly. "I fear when Clarabelle finds out, though."

"Yeah, she'll be wanting you and your little bundle of joy to attend every formal affair she can get you to attend."

"Don't remind me. And you know how much she loves to gossip." Ortensia held up her hand.

"I know exactly what ya mean. Last time she called me, she gossiped about who said this and that, and I just sat there wishing that she'd just hang up. She kept me on the phone for an hour, and I don't even remember half of what she talked about." Both girls laughed.

"That's why I'm afraid for her to find out. She'll yap my ears off! And Horace... Oi..." Minnie groaned, leaning her head back, eyes closing. "Mickey and I know from experience how he can be."

"So do Oswald and I."

"It wouldn't be so bad if the jokes he told were actually funny." Both girls burst into laughter.

"That was mean, Minnie," Ortensia said, though she was laughing just as hard. The boys walked in at that time and noticed the girls laughing.

"What's so funny?" Mickey asked.

"Horace," Ortensia replied, still holding her stomach from laughing. Mickey and Oswald froze and both looked like they'd seen a ghost.

"He's not here, is he?" Mickey asked, in bit of panic. Minnie shook her head, chuckling.

"No, no, he's not here. Don't worry, honey. We were just talking about him." Both of the guys relaxed and exhaled breaths of relief. "We were just saying how Horace can be and that his jokes aren't... Well..." Minnie hesitated.

"Good," Mickey finished flatly. Minnie grinned and nodded. "I wouldn't say his jokes are bad," Mickey said. Then he grinned. "But I wouldn't say they're good either." Everyone began to laugh.

"You know that he and Clarabelle will find out at some point," Oswald pointed out, stepping over to the small pile of tools.

"I know," Mickey replied, getting a pencil to mark the wood they needed to saw. "But the longer it is before they know, the better." Minnie spoke up.

"Mickey and I know how Horace likes to play pranks and tell jokes, and we know how Clarabelle likes to gossip. We don't want them making a big deal out of this." The mouse giggled. "Besides, it's kinda fun keeping this a secret." Ortensia joined in on the giggles.

"So how do ya think Goofy will react?" Oswald asked. Mickey and Minnie both paused as they pondered how their friend might react. Then both mice laughed.

"Goofy!" they laughed in unison. Suddenly, they all heard the doorbell.

"Goofy?" Oswald questioned

"Can't be," Mickey shook his head. "He shouldn't be over for another several minutes."

"Daisy or Donald?" Ortensia asked.

"No, they're not supposed to here this early, either," Minnie answered. "Then... Who...?" Minnie wondered. Everyone looked confused and curious. Minnie turned to go downstairs to answer the door, but Ortensia grabbed her arm.

"Whoa!" Minnie glanced back at the cat, who pointed a finger to Minnie's stomach. "What if it's Horace or Clarabelle?" Minnie glanced down to her stomach and back up with wide eyes.

"Oh. Right."

"I'll get it," Mickey said, stepping over to the door. He held his finger to his lips, indicating for everyone to remain quite. They all nodded and Mickey made his way downstairs. When he opened the door, there stood Clarabelle.

"Helloooo, Mickey!" Mickey's eyes went wide. Upstairs, Minnie, who was listening from the doorway into the room, slapped her hand to her forehead and gritted her teeth.

"H-hi, Clarabelle," Mickey greeted, trying to remain calm. "What can I do for ya?"

"Well, I came over to return this." She held out a magazine about gardens and flowers; Mickey remembered Minnie letting Clarabelle borrow it two weeks ago. He reached out to take it.

"Thanks, Clarabelle."

"Ooh, my flowers are doing just fine!" the cow said. "They all look marvelous! I wanted to thank Minnie for letting me borrow her magazine. Is she here?"

"Uh, yeah... She's upstairs..." Mickey answered nervously. Please don't come in, please don't come in, he thought. When Minnie had loaned Clarabelle the book, Minnie wasn't as round around her belly as she was now, two weeks later. And surely Clarabelle would notice. And if she saw the room and the books on nurseries, it'd be a dead giveaway.

"Oh. Well, could you be a dear and fetch her for me? I want her to know how well my flowers are doing." Minnie's eyes went wide. Oh, no! she thought.

"Uh, sure... I'll be right back." Mickey dashed upstairs and stopped when he saw Minnie at the doorway. He started to speak but Minnie turned and dashed into their bedroom.

"Already on it!" Minnie dashed into her and Mickey's bedroom while Mickey stood at the door, and quickly changed out of her dress into a pair of cover-alls. After quickly changing, Minnie calmly walked down the stairs, seeing the cow still at the door. "Hello, Clarabelle." Clarabelle looked to see the young mouse coming down the stairs.

"Hello, Minnie! How have you been?"

"I'm just fine," Minnie responded as she walked over to the door.

"I haven't seen you around very much lately."

"Oh, I've been around," Minnie said, giving an innocent smile, although she was smiling slyly in her mind.

"Sounds to me like Mickey is hogging you all to himself," Clarabelle said with a devious smile. Minnie blushed, and rubbed her right hand over her stomach. You might say that she thought. And I've been hogging Mickey just as much to myself.

"I see nothing wrong with that," Minnie said with a giggle.

Upstairs, Mickey, Oswald and Ortensia were kind of stuck in the new nursery. They couldn't do any work on the room with Clarabelle there. If she knew they were working on something, she'd want to know what it was. And if she found out they were adding a new room, then she'd surely find out why. That's why Minnie couldn't invite Clarabelle in.

"...And they look just beautiful! Oh, you would love them, Minnie."

"I'm sure they look very beautiful, Clarabelle." Minnie stood, switching her weight from one foot to the other every little bit, hoping Clarabelle would leave. Clarabelle was a dear friend to Minnie, but when she wanted to gossip, Minnie wasn't interested.

"Ooh, you should have heard what I heard yesterday at the beauty salon. Well..." Minnie rolled her eyes and groaned mentally, now really wishing Clarabelle would leave.

"Um, Clarabelle, shouldn't you go check on your flowers? You wouldn't want them to wither," Minnie suggested hopefully, trying not to sound rude.

"Oh, my, you're right! I need to water the little darlings. I should get back home and water them before they wither away. Thank you for reminding me." The cow turned and started walking down the front walk, waving back at the little mouse. "See you later!"

"See ya!" Minnie waved at the cow, then closed the door, leaning against it.

"Whew. She's gone." The mouse pushed herself off the door and headed back upstairs, where she found her husband and Oswald standing at the table going over the books, and Ortensia sitting on the edge of the table with her hands on the edges. "She's finally gone." All three looked up.

"I'm surprised she left already," Ortensia said.

"I had to remind her about her flowers. Oh, I hated having to be rude," Minnie said, her gaze dropping. Mickey stepped over to his wife, slipping an arm around her waist.

"Aw, cheer up, Min. You know Clarabelle. If she's the least bit upset, she'll get over it. 'Sides, she'll get home and forget all about it." Minnie lifted her gaze up to her husband, and smiled upon seeing the sure smile he wore.

"Listen to your husband, hon," Ortensia said. "Clarabelle won't think anything of it. You're both still cool."

"Yeah." Minnie tilted her head and pecked her husband's cheek. "Thanks." He kissed the side of her head, making her giggle, then stepped over to where his brother was.

"Now we can get back to work," Mickey said.

"Yeah!" Everybody agreed."

A little later on, Goofy showed up. He joined Mickey and Minnie and Oswald and Ortensia in the living room while the mice told him of the news. He was very excited and happy for his friends, and happily agreed to help with the room. It wasn't long after that when Donald and Daisy showed up. Mickey, Donald and Goofy worked on the room while Minnie, Ortensia and Daisy sat in the living room discussing baby issues and different topics. With the three boys working, quite a bit more of the nursery had gotten done. Later that evening, Minnie and Mickey stood at the door and waved to their friends as they left. After closing the door, the mice headed upstairs to take a gander at the room. They gazed at the room for a moment in silence, both imagining how the room might look when it would be done, and how it would look with their little bundle of joy playing in it.

"Are you excited, Mickey?" Minnie asked, glancing up to her husband, holding his hand. He looked down at her and saw the excited smile she wore.

"You bet I am," he replied. "I can't wait till we can hold our baby together." Mickey looked around the room fondly. "I can't wait till the baby arrives." Minnie smiled up fondly at her husband and leaned against him.

"Me neither."

"Are you excited?"

"I sure am. I can't wait to see our baby, to get to hold it, for us to hold it together." The young mouse sighed. "I can't wait." Mickey wrapped one arm around his wife, who nuzzled against him and wrapped one arm around him.

"If it's a girl, I bet she'll look just like you." Minnie lifted her head off his arm and looked up at him.

"What makes you think it'll be a girl?" He shrugged lightly.

"Just sayin'. I know she'll look like you. Then I'll have the two prettiest girls in the world."

"Oh, Mickey..." Minnie cooed, and leaned up to peck his cheek. After giving him a kiss, she nuzzled him. "If it's a boy, I know he'll be just as handsome as you."

"And you think it'll be a boy?" She gave a light shrug.

"I don't know what it'll be. I just know that if it's a boy, he'll look just as handsome and cute as you. Then I'll have the two cutest guys in the world." He smiled, and pulled her closer and felt her do the same to him. For a short moment, the two mice just stood there nuzzling one another. Then Minnie spoke up. "Tired, baby?" she asked, looking up at her companion.

"A little. We got a lot done today." He looked at her. "You tired?"

"Just a teeny bit."

"Why don't you go take a nice long soak in the tub, hm? Just relax and take it easy."

"Mm, that sounds nice." Minnie liked the idea of taking a nice, warm soak in the tub. But she liked the idea even better if Mickey would join her. "What're you gonna do while I'm in the tub?"

"I thought I'd tinker around in here a little."

"Oh, no you don't," she said a little sternly. "You're done for tonight. You've already got a lot done to the room today, so now it's time to quit for tonight." The ends of her lips crept up into a sweet, sly smile. "Besides, taking a soak in the tub is no fun if you're by yourself." Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink. "I want you to take a soak with me..." He smiled.

"You know I can't turn down that offer." She giggled, and leaned up to nuzzle her nose to his.

"Hee hee. Why do you think I made it?" The two nuzzled noses, then Minnie grabbed his hand. "Now c'mon. Let's go take a nice, relaxing soak."

"Ya know... That sounds pretty good right now."

"Hee! It'll be fun, too!" Minnie led Mickey into their bedroom where they each got their pajamas. As they two walked into the bathroom, Minnie gave Mickey an innocent smile "I'll fill up the tub if you'll get the candles."

"Candles?" Mickey grinned.

"Uh-huh. Candles. It'll be so romantic," the girl mouse said with a sweet, dreamy smile. Mickey chuckled, though he had no qualms about candles. This certainly wasn't the first time they'd relaxed together in the bathtub with candles lighting up the room.

"You got it, kid," he said. He saw her eyes sparkle as she gave a cute, happy squeak, then she leaned up and kissed his cheek before walking over to the tub and started filling it up. While the tub filled up, Minnie helped Mickey light some candles. Before long, the bathtub had filled up and the mice were ready to get in. They turned off the lights and the several candles they had lit gave the room a soft, warm, relaxing, romantic glow.

The young mice undressed, stepped into the bathtub together, and snuggled together as they settled down into the water. Minnie sighed softly as she cuddled against her love, resting her head on his shoulder and one hand on his chest. The warm water felt good, and snuggling against Mickey felt even better. The little mousette looked up to her favorite mouse, her dark brown eyes shimmering in the reflection of the candlelight.

"I love you, Mickey." Mickey looked back at her, seeing her onyx skin glow amongst the soft glow of the candles, and seeing her eyes shinning and shimmering.

"I love you." They leaned close and shared a kiss, her rubbing his chest and him rubbing her back as they happily indulged in it. After a few seconds, they slowly pulled away, brown meeting brown. Mickey lifted his free hand to her face and delicately brushed his fingertips across her impossibly soft cheek. Then he softly cupped her cheek, feeling her soft, smooth, warm skin against his palm. She snuggled her cheek into his warm palm, giving a soft sigh, loving the warmth he offered. As he stroked his thumb over her soft, peach lips, she kissed it softly, smiling up at him.

He hugged her close to him and felt her happily accept, and nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head. She returned his loving gesture, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. He couldn't tell if it was her or the candles that smelled of jasmine, but he guessed it was her. He held her small body to his, feeling her softness and how wonderfully their bodies fit together. Of course, her once flat little tummy wasn't as flat anymore, but that was okay. To him, it just meant more of her to love. Mickey laid there watching his young wife lay comfortably against him. The sweet, content smile she wore, the way her side gently rose and fell in tune with her gentle breathing, and the way her fingers gently stroked his chest.

He admired how her onyx skin seemed to glow in the candlelight. If she got any cuter he would pop. Heck, every time he thought of the cutest thing in the world, an image of her would always appear in his mind. If the world were to end right then, there is no other place in the whole world either would rather be. Mickey began to hum softly; a tune he and his wife knew very well. Minnie's ears twitched and perked, and she lifted her head to smile warmly at him, her chocolate eyes shining with love and admiration.

"Will you sing to me, Mickey?" The request was as sweet and innocent as could be, and gazing into her eyes, Mickey couldn't say no. Not that he would ever deny such an innocent request.

"Sure, kiddo." Mickey cleared his throat and began to sing softly. Minnie laid her head upon his chest and listened to him, mesmerized, hypnotized by his enchanting voice. There was nothing in the world more sweeter to Minnie than his voice, his heartbeat and his breathing. She laid there cuddled up to him, listening with every bit of her focus to his wonderful singing. Every time his eyes would meet hers, she felt her entire body quiver and turn to mush. Before long, Minnie felt herself getting drowsier.

The combination of the calm and soothing setting in the bathroom, combined with the warm water, Mickey's warm, snugly body, and his soothing voice had all worked their magic, and Minnie was so relaxed. Her eyes got heavier and heavier, and she couldn't hold them open as they drifted shut. The young little mouse snuggled against her companion as she felt herself drifting off. When the song ended, Minnie nuzzled her cheek against his chest, sleepy and barely able to stay awake.

"Mmm... ...That was beautiful, Mickey..." she said softly as she nuzzled him, a sweet and sleepy smile on her peach lips. Mickey smiled and began to sing again. By the time he finished the song the second time, Minnie was sound asleep, still happily snuggled against him.

Aww, Mickey thought, and softly kissed the top of her head. He gently sat up with her and scooped her up delicately in his arms, holding her bridal-style. He used his tail to pull the drain plug from the bottom of the bathtub and place it on the side of the tub. Then he got a towel and gently wrapped it around her little body, being careful not to hurt or disturb her. He dried her off with the utmost of care, then picked her up once more, her arms instinctively going lazily around his shoulders. He blew out all of the candles and carried his sleeping angel down the hall to their bedroom. He felt her shiver a bit in his arms and snuggle into him, wanting him to keep her warm, as her bare, little body was still just slightly wet from being in the tub and the cool air had brushed against it, causing her to shiver. He hugged her tighter to him, keeping her warm, and felt her snuggled against him, seeking his warmth and the solace of being with him. Minnie stirred a bit and sighed as she nuzzled her lover.

"...Mmm..."

"Go back to sleep, sweetie," Mickey whispered, and nuzzled her ears and kissed her, and she smiled and nuzzled him back.

"...I love you, Mickey..."

"Love you, too." In that instant, she had drifted back off to sleep again. Mickey carried Minnie into their bedroom, walked over to the bed, and used his tail to pull back the covers. Crawling onto the bed, he gently laid down, laying her next to him, keeping her against him, just as she had been in the tub mere moments ago. He pulled the covers up and over their bare forms as he settled in for the night. "Sweet dreams, my angel," Mickey whispered softly in Minnie's ear, giving it a feather-light kiss. Minnie smiled and sighed, and cuddled against him, indeed already having sweet dreams of him and of their future together. He reached over, turned off the lamp on the nightstand, and settled in for a nice, peaceful sleep.

Before long, sleep had taken him, and the two mice laid curled up together underneath the blankets, holding one another close as they slept into the night.