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"Good morning boys!" I announce cheerily as I walk into their room, flicking on the light switch. Huey was already up and setting his bed (his guidebook made my job slightly easier sometimes). Dewey groaned and rolled over, shoving his face into the pillow to avoid the light.
"Don't make me get up," Louie complained from his higher bunk. I dragged over a chair and scooped him out of bed, holding him under his arm pits and swinging him around.
"It's such a lovely day!" I promised before finally plopping him on the ground. Dewey sat up to avoid also being swung around.
With that job done, i headed down to help with breakfast. I mostly just sat on the countertop looking cute while beakley and duckworth did all the cooking (who knew ghosts could cook?).
I had started working for Mr. McDuck, the richest duck in Duckberg, a few weeks ago. I quickly adjusted into the role and became friendly with all of the members of the family. The one who I was least friendly with though, was Mr. McDuck himself. Beakley and Duckworth really got along with him (one even stuck around in the afterlife) and yet I was still nervous around him.
Although I think my nervousness stemmed from the fact I was very much attracted to Mr. McDuck which led to me overthinking all of our interactions and running away as much as possible. No one seemed to really notice though, except for him. I don't think he minded, maybe he didn't even care.
"Can you set the table? breakfast is almost ready," Beakley asked. I hopped off the counter and grabbed the plates and silverware.
"Of course!" I replied as I headed into the dining room. Mr. McDuck was sitting at the head of the table with a newspaper while his nephews and niece stood around him, excited to hear about the next adventure.
I began setting down the plates carefully as I listened in.
"We'll leave after you eat your breakfast," Scrooge promised as he flipped his newspaper higher. They all cheered before finally backing off. I chuckled, which got the attention of Mr. McDuck. He looked at me over his newspaper and I quickly averted my gaze. I heard him crinkle his newspaper again.
The kids had also taken notice of me now and Huey hopped up onto my shoulders which he'd developed a habit of doing.
"Y/N should join us!" Huey suggested with hope in his voice. I smiled as I finished aligning the silverware.
"That's very sweet but I have work to do here, little one," I said, shutting the idea down before their uncle could. I lifted Huey over my head and put him down on the closest chair with a smile.
Mr. McDuck lowered his news paper to the table and looked at me, and I looked back before tensing up and rushing off. All the kids were watching by this point.
Later that night I was picking up leftover pep cans from the TV room. Louie was dozed off on the couch so I picked him up to carry him to bed. His brothers and Webby were playing a board game on the floor and looked up as I entered.
I put Louie back on the bed where I had ripped him from that morning.
"Why don't you like Uncle Scrooge?" Webby asked, appearing beside me with curious eyes. I sat down on the floor in front of the bunks since the other two were still on the ground.
"I do like your Uncle Scrooge!" I protested, slightly confused.
"We asked him and he said you didn't seem to like him," Dewey explained. My heart did a little jump at that, oops.
"That's-" I began as the door opened again and the man of the hour looked in.
"What are you kids still-" He began loudly before I shushed him. He looked taken aback before I pointed to the knocked out Louie. I stood up and the kids rushed into their beds, and webby out the door. I clicked off the light and wished them a goodnight before gently closing the door. Then I was alone with Mr. McDuck in the hallway.
I fiddled with the edge of my apron as I waited for him to say something or walk off. He stared at me, and I eventually met his gaze. He looked kind of sad, but also very attractive in this lighting. I felt my face flush at my own thought and then he noticed and his eyes widened a bit.
"Goodnight Sir!" I said louder than intended before rushing off. I heard his cane move but he didn't call out or anything.