Authers note: hey! remember me? cuz i dont XD jk

heres a very very small continuation to this story, i hope yall like it. also i might be back with more small stories who knows.

Donald walked back downstairs to breathe for a second, he felt weaker and weaker, he needed to be strong though, he needed to help his family It's his job. He tried getting up but things went black.

Donald had to wake up.

Donald had to take care of his family.

Donald had to take care of the boys.

Donald had to take care of HiS boys.

"Donald?"

Donald opened his eyes, things were really bury he realized he was in bed though...how? He kept blinking his eyes until he could see better, he groaned while he tried to get up.

"Donald stop"She said.

"Mrs B? What are you-"

"I found you passed out on the floor, everyone else is sick too, I assume the flu, you were taking care of them and not talking care of yourself correct?"She asked.

"Well-"

"That's what I thought, what were you thinking?"She asked.

"Mrs bea-"

"You're a good father but you need to-"

"Uncle"Donald said.

"Pardon?"

"I'm not their father, I'm their uncle"Donald corrected

"Of course..."She sighed "You need to take care of yourself as well, what if something serious were to happen?"

"I'm sorry I just- Wait where are the boys?!"Donald panicked.

"Deep breathes Donald, don't panic, the boys are asleep and so is Webby and mr mcduck"She said placing baby monitors with cameras on the table next to him. "You can see them from here"She said.

"How could I ever thank you?"He asked.

"You took care of my granddaughter today...that's everything"She said handing him a mug of hot tea.

"Thanks mrs beakley"Donald said.

"And thank you"She smiled.