48 Hours
She’s awfully tiny is Magica’s first thought when she wraps her newly hatched daughter in a purple blanket. The duckling is still wet from being inside the egg and from her first bath, still making peeping cries as she cuddles close to her mother’s chest. The past 48 hours have felt like years to the three ducks. All of them have dark circles under their eyes. Goldie’s hair is mussed up and Scrooge looks like he’s going to fall asleep at the drop of a hat and sleep deprived Magica has to bite back a laugh at the state of her life partners. But she’s here, their daughter is finally here! “Ye gave us quite the scare, didn’t ye ye wee troublemaker?” Scrooge gently tickles the underside of the duckling’s chin. She squirms and makes an aggravated whine. “What did we decide on for a girl again?” Goldie yawns. “Lena.” Magica replies, nearly about to fall asleep. Lena opens her dark blue eyes. “She looks like her father.” The witch has to chuckle. Did this child inherit anything from her mother? “No. She’s much cuter.” Goldie teases. Scrooge shoots her a tired, yet playful glare. “Betrayed by my own wife.” He grumbles. “Which one?” Magica shoots back. “Well now both of ye. Always ganging up on me.” “Well it’s easy to do.” The golden haired duck lets her head drop onto the pillow. Scrooge yawns and sinks into the mattress on Magica’s left side. Lena makes a cooing sound and reaches a tiny hand for one of the purple stripes in Magica’s hair. Her downy yellow feathers will turn same white as her father’s in about six months, having not been exposed to dark magic to turn them green like her mother’s. Magica presses a kiss to the duckling’s temple. She sees the lights in the room go out and feels her partners huddle closer, a bubble of warm air forming around the four bodies. Before any of them know it they’re all fast asleep, curled up together as the lunar eclipse outside lets up and the soft light of the moon illuminates the otherwise dark room.
