A Disney Duck Fanfic:
Instead of being purely based on one entity, this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing Duck.
Stef With a F
Disney owns most of these characters. Dumbella's past as Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the characters of Melanie Widgeon, Cindy Ganderquack, Jeffery Ruddy, Ronnie and Lisa Mallard, and whomever else I mention in the future.
This story is sequel of sorts to the story Back to the Nest. You should be able to catch the bulk of the story without reading Back to the Nest, but it would give you more background on Bella Widgeon. Though, if you plan on reading Back to the Nest, this story reveals a major spoiler or two. Besides, I would love to know what you think.
This story is rated PG-13 for adult themes, but nothing really major.
Thank You to Brad (comickook/nightw2) for use of his camera idea.
And Thank you Jenn for all your help :)
Drake was pacing back and forth, when Morgana came back down stairs, now empty-handed.
She placed her hands on Drake's shoulders.
"It's going to be all right," she whispered slowly. "Just be glad, we didn't arrive through the secret entrance?"
"They were sleeping! But that is beside the point," Drake shouted, his thoughts elsewhere.
She started to massage his shoulders. She knew that this simple gesture would help calm husband's nerves.
"Gosalyn is growing up, she is going to start hang out more with boys other than just as friends," Morgana stated.
"But she is still my little girl!" he shouted. "She's not a woman, not yet."
"But almost," Morgana informed.
"I should have installed cameras all over the house hey I could still do that " Drake said to himself.
"Dark " Morgana began. "Want me to talk to her tomorrow? And besides even if you had cameras "
Morgana left that thought incomplete, no need to irk Drake anymore tonight. Unless Drake had a monitor on his watch, he wouldn't have been able to chaperone Gosalyn tonight. Without a live monitor, Drake wouldn't have found out about Gosalyn and Huey until after the fact.
Morgana froze for moment. Oh God. Perish the thought! Morgana shivered thinking of how their night out might have went if Drake was consistently checking a monitor checking on Gosalyn. Hopefully in reflection to recent events this will not soon become a reality.
Drake rotated his neck, and Morgana resumed her massage.
"It has been a long night. With Quackerjack showing up at the Fair and all." Morgan stated. "We both will benefit from a nice sleep."
"I should have sent you home to check on Gosalyn instead of letting you bring the kids over to your cousins' house." Drake stated.
"Let me?" Morgana asked in a warning note.
"Argh! That's not what I meant ." Drake said on the defensive.
Drake sighed. "I know you didn't see them in a long time and the chance meeting at the carnival was an opportunity to catch up It's just..."
"Shhh ." Morgana, in attempt to quiet her rambling husband. She kissed Drake's neck.
"Let's go to bed," she purred.
Dewey walked into the door to see Donald pacing back and forth.
Daisy sitting on the couch, next to the phone. The sound of the door opening caught her attention and she looked toward the door.
"Uncle Donald, Aunt Daisy, I'm home," he said. "Once again, I'm sorry for being late."
"Thanks for letting us know," Daisy responded. "Ready for the big concert?"
Dewey nodded. He glanced over to where his uncle was pacing.
"What's wrong?" he asked his aunt.
"We were hoping Huey was with you. In fact we were starting to get worried about you. I called over to Jeffrey's house, his mother said you left quite a bit ago."
"Oh stopped for gas on the way home," Dewey answered.
Daisy looked at Dewey disapprovingly.
"Not a smart idea at this hour," she simply stated.
"Yeah, well, I forgot earlier and it was on E," Dewey explained.
Daisy was about to say something else when her husband interrupted the conversation.
"Where's Huey?" Donald demanded.
Dewey took a deep breath. Uh oh! Uncle Donald is one of his moods. Though granted this time it was because he was worried.
Dewey decided to try to choose his words carefully.
"Maybe he is at his friend's house?" Dewey's suggested.
Donald mumbled something under his breath.
"He's grounded!" Donald shouted.
Huey walked off the bus. At this time of night, the nearest bus stop was about a half mile from the house, so he still had a fair amount a walking to do before he was home. He glanced at his clock. It was now 1:20.
Huey sighed he was in mighty trouble now.
"Huey?" a familiar voice called.
Huey turned around and was shocked to what he saw.
She was wearing a yellow shirt with a red rose, accented with a black leather jacket. Her hair was a little messy, but she had on eye make up and red lipstick.
It was his mother, and she was projecting the aura of someone that just came from a date.
"What are you doing out so late?" she asked. "Need a lift home?"
He was already very late, the difference of being home in 5 or 15 minutes now would most likely not affect his punishment.
Huey shook his head.
"Nah, I can walk," he answered.
Bella looked at her son with concerned eyes.
"Are you sure? It is not really that safe to be walking this late at night. If you are worried about your friends, chances are none of them would see us this time of night. At least let me walk with you?" Bella offered.
"What about your bike mom?" Huey asked.
Bella looked at her bike.
"I'll walk it home," she stated. "It's not safe walking home alone this late at night."
Huey and Bella walked together for about half a block when Huey stopped.
"Okay mom you can drive me home," Huey announced. He felt it a shame for anyone to walk such glorious motorcycle.
"Good," Bella stated.
She handed Huey a helmet.
"Put this on and hold on tight," she said.
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