The three boys were in their room, ready to close the lights and sleep, before a knock on the door surprised them. It was uncle Donald.

"Hey, boys! Everything alright?"

"Sure. Can we help you with something, uncle Donald?" Huey asked.

"Actually, I would like to have a word with Louie in private. Louie, do you mind?"

That was unexpected. Was he in trouble? No, uncle Donald wasn't angry, he didn't seem like he was going to scold him for something. But why did he want them to be alone?

Well, whatever it was, the best thing to do was to act cool. He got up from his bed and followed his uncle to the kitchen.

"Here, I made you some biscuits" Donald offered him a plate full of them.

"Oh, thanks!" Louie exclaimed and began devouring them. Uncle Donald was always sweet to them, but this time something was going on. But as long as Louie had cookies, he didn't mind this strange behaviour.

"So, Louie…" the older duck got up from his chair, a bit anxious, and began searching the right words. "I must talk to you about something. You may have noticed that I… I have a weird behaviour lately".

"You mean 'always'?" his nephew asked with a cookie in his mouth.

"Hey, that's a serious conversation!" he pointed at him with a trembling finger. "I need to explain something to you. Well, you already noticed, all three of you, but I must make myself clear. Lately, I have developed a notably strong favour of a certain person, and my feelings can and should be interpreted as romantic, however-"

"Are we talking about your crush on Daisy?" he interrupted him nonchalantly.

Donald's face turned red. "Yes, that's another way to put it".

"So what? You came to me for dating advice?"

"You wish" his uncle rolled his eyes. Then he cleared his throat and continued: "I quite… fancy her. I mean, she's okay. Not that I have a crush on her, but-"

"Come on, uncle Donald!" Louie cut him off. "Admit it, you are crazy about her!"

Donald sat again in his chair, right across Louie. He took a few deep breaths and said:

"Okay, it's true. I like her a lot. And you know that I haven't said that for any girl I met. What I feel is different and very new to me, mostly because I didn't allow myself to be romantically involved with anyone because I had to take care of you and balance many jobs. You boys were my priority. And still are. So I want to make sure with each one of you that you are okay with the idea of me dating Daisy. I started with you, Louie, because I know that you need time to adjust and you don't easily accept new persons in your life. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable".

"Uncle Donald, you don't have to ask for my permission to—"

"No, I do" he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't you see? I adore you so much that if you say the word I won't make any move. So how do you feel about this? Would it be okay if I asked her out?"

"Don't worry, you have my blessing" he said and took a sip from his juice.

"Are you sure?" Donald asked looking him right in the eye.

"Well, to be totally honest… A few weeks ago I was a bit skeptical about her. Not Daisy in particular, just the idea of you dating someone. I thought we might lose you. But I now know that that's not true. And now you coming to ask me how I feel about this issue further proves that nothing between us changed. Plus, I realized you have real feelings for her. Daisy is great for you and, to answer your question, I would want her in our family. She's pretty awesome".

"Isn't she?" Donald sighed with dreamy eyes.

"So, don't worry about me. I just want your happiness" he reassured him.

"Thanks, Lou!" he replied deeply touched. "That really means a lot to me!"

Louie smiled.

"Also, you don't need to worry about the others" the boy added. "Huey is searching for formal suits and Dewey is preparing his speech for the reception. I'm warning you, he prepares a PowerPoint with embarrassing photos".

"Oh, boy! I haven't even asked her out yet!" he face-palmed.

"She'll say yes. We've all noticed the way she looks at you. She laughs at every stupid joke you make! And no offence, you are not that funny. Of course she'll want to date you".

"I hope so" Donald rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"So when you get married and have kids-"

"'If'! Not 'when'! We're not even a couple yet! Don't just assume things".

"Yeah, whatever. Well, if you ever have kids… will you love them more than us?" he dared ask in a quiet tone, his eyes stuck on the floor.

Donald smiled and pulled his chair closer to him.

"Louie, darling, I already have kids. You three are my kids. I can't love anyone more than I love you because I already love you with all of my heart. I hadn't imagined one could love so much until the moment you hatched. So you don't have to be jealous of anyone stealing that love".

"Well, yeah, but if they are your own kids, then-" he said with a trembling voice, before his uncle could interrupt him:

"Honey, didn't you hear me? It's like asking who I love more, Huey, Dewey or you. I can't choose one. I love you all so much. And if more kids come, there's enough love for everyone. Nothing in the universe can make me love you less, Louie".

Without warning, the boy launched himself into his uncle. He buried his face in his chest and held him tight.

"Thanks for talking to me personally about this. You are the best! Now, go get the girl!"