Who is Julie McDuck?!

First Night

(WARNING: FLUFF AHEAD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED).

"Uncle Scrooge, I can explain-" I started, but was cut off.

"Julie, what...did you lay an egg?"

"What?! No, Uncle Scrooge!" I dismissed, shaking my head at the thought. "This is my nephew, Jake. He's Josh's kid."

The two adults noticed little Kylee poking her head out from behind my legs. "And this is my niece."

I put a hand on her head. "It's okay, sweetheart; this is my cousin Donald and Uncle Scrooge. They're family."

She waved shyly before grabbing my legs again. Uncle Donald knelt down to the little girl's height.

"Hi, there. What's your name?"

"K-Kylee..."

"It's nice to meet you, Kylee. I'm Donald Duck."

"N-nice to meet you, too," she said.

Uncle Scrooge was still dumbfounded, so, while Donald talked with Kylee, I walked up to him, Jake still in my arms.

"Do ya wanna hold him?" I offered.

"I-I, uh-"

"Uncle Scrooge," I whispered. "I know you missed out on holding the triplets when they were babies. I'm giving you another chance. He's your great-grandnephew, after all."

My uncle nodded slowly and gently took Jake into his arms, cradling him close.

"Hi, laddie," he whispered, playing with his hair. He had a look in his eye that I'd never really seen before. It had disappeared when Della disappeared.

And now it was back.

The little boy babbled and patted Scrooge's beak. I giggled and my uncle smiled.

And then he decided to pull on his whiskers.

"Ack! Laddie, let go of Unkie's whiskers!" he said, desperately trying to pry the kid off of his side feathers.

I stifled a laugh and took my nephew back in my arms. "Can they sleep in my room? So I can keep an eye on 'em?" I whispered to Scrooge.

He nodded and I turned to Donald. "Donald, you still have a crib?"

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I set up the crib near my bed and unfolded the foam mattress so that Kylee could sleep next to me.

Jake began to whine so I grabbed a bottle from the nightstand, took a seat in the rocking chair, tucked him into the crook of my arm, and moved it close to his beak.

My nephew began to suck down the formula quickly, a sleepy look in his eyes as he finished the bottle. After I burped him, Jake cuddled into my chest and my heart melted.

I took the time to survey the room. Uncle Scrooge had been nice and let me use some of the stuff Della had prepared for the boys for Jake, and Donald had found a crib from when the boys were babies.

Speaking of which, both of my uncles were standing by the doorway, smiling.

I tucked Jake in with a soft, yellow blanket before heading over to them.

"What are you two smiling about?" I asked skeptically.

They looked at each other with a knowing look and turned back to me.

"Ye're a great aunt...and a great mother," Uncle Scrooge said, rubbing the top of my head.

"What-mother?! I haven't even laid an egg yet!"

"What Uncle Scrooge means is that you have the instincts to be a mother," Donald replied, smiling as Kylee came in. "It's the same thing that happened to me when I started to raise the boys. You're not their mother...but you have the maternal touch."

I sighed, looking to my niece as she proceeded to snuggle under the covers of her bed. "I- I didn't know what to do. I just- I knew I couldn't leave them there. Also, how do you guys not feel old when someone calls you 'uncle'?"

"You get used to it," they said at the same time.

"Just trust yer instincts, lass; they'll never steer ya wrong," Scrooge said after Donald left the room, turning to follow him. I grabbed his hand.

"Wait...can you stay for a bit?" I asked, a pleading look in my eyes. "I-I want them to know their great-granduncle. You raised me, after all."

He chuckled, walking over to the kids with me. "I'd be honored. You're their aunt; what you say goes."

"Hey, Kylee! Look who came to say goodnight!" I whispered, sitting down on her bed as our uncle walked up.

Kylee hid her face in my jacket before slowly peeking up at Scrooge. "Hi, Unkie Scwooge," she greeted shyly.

"Hi, lassie," he said, sitting down next to me. Kylee climbed onto my lap and gazed up at me.

I giggled, stroking her hair. "You know, you have your daddy's eyes."

"Auntie Julie?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Can you tell me a story?"

I laughed. "You know, when I was your age, Uncle Scrooge would tell me stories of his adventures, so I might as well leave that to him."

"Wise choice," he said, smiling as I tucked Kylee under the covers and Uncle Scrooge began to tell her the story of his first adventure with Donald and Della. Jake started whining like he was being left out, so I picked him up and balanced him on my hip.

"You wanna hear the story, too, baby?" I cooed as he grabbed a fistful of my hair in response. I sat in the rocking chair and began to rock while rubbing his back. By the time Uncle Scrooge finished his story, Jake was fast asleep in my arms.

I placed Jake in his crib and walked over to Kylee, who was trying so hard to stay awake.

"Looks like someone's ready for bed," I teased, pulling the covers up to Kylee's chin and turning off the lamp.

"Nooo..."

"Don't worry, Unkie Scrooge can tell you more stories tomorrow night," I said as Scrooge got off her bed. "But it's time to sleep now."

She make a pouty face, so I simply sat on her bed and began to stroke my finger down the bridge of her beak. After a few times, Kylee was quietly snoring against my side. I gently laid her down and kissed her forehead.

"Love ya, sweetie; sleep well."

After I closed the door, Uncle Scrooge smirked at me. "What?"

"Unkie Scrooge?"

I lightly shoved him. "Don't get used to it, old man."