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Donald's Week, day 13 – Post Card

For the last day of Donald's week, i come with a one-shot fic! It's been a while since the last time i wrote something and posted it, so let's come back to it this time right under the cut!

Characters: Donald Duck, José Carioca, Panchito Pistoles, baby!triplets

Hurt and fluff fic

tw angst, tw implied death

A soft knock of the door didn't take Donald surprised, he was already waiting for these guests, even though them not being terribly loud don't felt right to him. But it doesn't matter, because all he needs now is just a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold.

Saturday morning, José and Panchito found themselves on flies from their respectives hometowns right to the city of Duckburg. Since these post cards with the same small text to fit on the space to write arrived on their houses in the day before, they needed to visit him as soon as possible. Both of them had read it again and again, getting more worried each time.

Dear José/Panchito,

Please come to visit me on Duckburg as soon as you can. My address is on the back. I am needing your support.

Donald Duck

Donald was in what now is only his house, barely awake after not sleeping in two days and full of a mix of coffee and energy drinks. Big dark circles under the eyes and dirty clothes in a messed up home. He can't deal with all of this for once, especially with the new three little balls of yellow sunshine that made him feel an unconditionable love but also a growing fear and a giant sadness. He will keep his promise no matter what it costs, no matter how long it will take, but he shouldn't be doing this, they're not his.

It's been two weeks since the happened forced him to send post cards to his friends. Gyro said that see them to get a little bit of help will give him part of the support he needs to keep going.

Sitting on the couch with his cup of coffee, he listened to the soft snoring they were making. Even though still being very young to be able to walk and talk, they were babies curious enough to not need any of these abilities to mess up somebody's life. Hear the sounds of them sleeping calmed Donald down, even though he couldn't fall asleep too.

They reminded him of her so much, painfully, all the time. He is not ready to become a father all of a sudden, but she was ready to become a mother. She was taking care of herself and them so well while he was on the navy, it isn't fair to them to switch the care of their loving and multitasking mother to the care of their clumsy uncle that just had to leave his sailor life to be there for them. Grandma Duck is too old to be taking care of her three great grandsons as babies, uncle Scrooge is too busy in getting richer (and searching for her) to be a help most of the time, and his cousins are pretty much a disaster around children. He is a disaster too, but playing the big brother role to Fethry and Gladstone made he learn a thing or two. They send to most help they can, but it's Donald who really had to step up.

The soft knock of the door took Donald out of his thoughts but not in surprise, he was already waiting for these guests for so long even though them not being terribly loud don't felt right to him. But it doesn't matter, because all he needs now is just a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold. He got up slowly and unlocked the front door. The parrot and the rooster were ready to scream and hug him happily, but before they could even breathe, he warned "Quiet!"

The guests were took by a surprise because of this reaction of Donald, but also by how terribly tired and sad he seemed to them. Donald opened the whole creaking door, and they could see how messed his house was even not noticing the oddly big baby stroller on the middle of the living room. They entered quietly and their exhausted friend closed the door back.

"Donal', we missed you!" Both of them took Donald in probably the most silent hug they ever gave to somebody, which the duck returned letting himself fall into their arms. The hug was unbraced after a long while, and Donald already felt a bit of a healing happening with a little smile.

"You told us that we needed to come here as soon as possible! What happened, mi amigo*?" Panchito started, desperate to know the reason of Donald's post cards and how bad he seems to be.

Donald put on a sad face, pointing to the big baby stroller made specifically for triplets that was facing the couch. The group went quietly to the front of the baby stroller to see what was inside.

"Panchito Pistoles, José Carioca, meet the triplets Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck. The newest family members." Donald said, smiling proudly with the other two were focused on the little snoozing yellow balls of feathers.

"Donal'... they're beautiful! Congratulations! Meus fofos patinhos*!" José said with stars in his eyes, until suddently they vanished "But... where's their mother?"

Donald's face got fastly melancholic again, with a bit of anger. They sit on the couch "They are... hers." He said pointing to a photo of him and his sister from a while ago in a frame that rested on a small coffee table. He couldn't even say her name, it was too painful.

Now the other caballeros started to know what is the point of the problem, and had to go very cautious to find it all out.

"And... where's she?" Panchito said before he could think of first, and José's answer came fast as a step on his foot that he had to put up with silently to not wake up the kids.

Donald's hands started to shake and his voice started to trembling as he looks away to the floor "Well, y'know... she's a pilot... and i was proud of her..."

The tears started to show up on his eyes "There was a new mission that she accepted right when i came back from months on the sea... she is the first woman to go to the space... and... a-and..."

Donald dismantled. He covered his face with his hands but it wasn't worth, it wouldn't hide his feelings from his friends. He's just... so destroyed. So lost. So lonely. It's been two weeks without his twin, the other half of himself, and he didn't even know if she was fine. He was holding all his hope in the promise Scrooge made to his broken nephew in the name of the space station to take her back home, no matter what. Donald's pain was specifically worse on Scrooge's eyes, because he knows how does it feel to lose a sister. He encouraged the nephew to not make the same mistake of his and get up to be brave enough to take care of the kids because, differently from Scrooge, Donald was a good brother.

José and Panchito held Donald on a big bear hug, the best they could do to calm their depressed friend down. They stayed for a long time, as Donald could feel the soft back pats in his back from José and the gentle head rub from Panchito. The most silently they could to not wake the ducklings, but after all they were sleeping heavy enough to nothing wake them up until the next snack time with milk.

"I-I should have done something! Something to stop her! Now it's too late! And it's my fault! I cannot raise them, they're HER kids, not mine!" Donald said through sobbing. He was really feeling the worst, like he's that dirty puddle of slurry that come out of a trash can. "And here i am with them, all alone!"

Even with the best aim to shoot of his country which could have made him with a toughie fame, Panchito was good with comfort words. "Donal', you are not alone! You have your family supporting you! You have us, right, Zé?"

"Right! We are the three caballeros, all for one and one for all! We will help you to turn into be the best uncle even seen until their mother come back!" José answered, putting some excitement in his words to encourage his friends.

Once Donald wiped his tears and gave his friends a smile of relief and bravery, the hug got unbraced, José and Panchito blinked to each other leaving Donald out confused. The three of them got up of the couch, and José headed to the door while Panchito took Donald by his back and pushed him to the stairs of the second floor.

"Hey, where are you going?" Donald asked, confused.

José pulled his sleeve and showed his wristwatch to them "It's almost 12pm, i'm going to the restaurant down the street to grab us some lunch."

"Why don't you call for a delivery?" Donald asked again, and the realization came fast as he rolled his eyes "You have money to pay for it, right?"

"Better, i have an idea!" and José ran away closing the door after him to not get the opportunity to get followed by an angry duck.

"It's better for him if he don't get able to teach the boys these schemes he's always involved in." Donald complained.

"And you are going to take a shower right now!" Panchito pushed him up in the stairs "I will replace you taking care of the children and make their nursing bottles for when they wake up for lunch too!"

"You?! Are you sure of this? They are three!" Donald asked, unbelieving of his friend's ability with kids.

"Don't worry, i got you! Soon they will be talking and calling me their tío Panchito!" They laughed and Donald went to the second floor alone to grab a towel.

While searching for a towel in his bedroom, Donald realized how he's not alone, as nobody ever is. Even on one of the hardest times of his life, in a soul-crashing pain of loneliness because of the missing of his beloved twin sister, he still have a lot of people to care about him. Della, wherever she is; lost in the space, coming back home or, on the worst hypothesis... watching him along their parents, she would be happy to know how much people care and want to see her brother well and taking care of her kids, as she would be also happy that her boys weren't left alone, that they still have a loving family that will always be there to tell them a hundred stories about the family.

She wouldn't trust anybody else but Donald to take care of them, and she was right. She knew that, if anything happens, Donald would be the best for them even with all his flaws, and he wouldn't do this alone. Not only because of their family, but also his friends.

We are the three caballeros, all for one and one for all.

_________

*Mi amigo = my friend

*Meus fofos patinhos = my cute ducklings