it was all started by a mouse

It was easy to wake up with a smile on her face when the first thing Minnie heard was her very favorite sound—her husband’s dulcet voice calling her name. He didn’t even need to be bringing her breakfast in bed; his own presence was enough. “Oh, Mickey,” she cooed, leaning into his touch as he pulled her against him and kissed her head. “You’re wonderful. How did I get so lucky?” A rhetorical question she had asked many times over their years together. She must have been a truly amazing person in her past life to deserve such a fairy-tale existence in this one, so she tried to show her gratitude as much as possible.

As she leaned into him, Mickey nuzzled his face within Minnie’s hair. He was half tempted to let go of the idea on waking his wife up early, and instead, going back to sleep with her. But hearing the sound of his beloved wife cooing his name, he grinned against her hair before pressing another kiss against her head. “By being you, Minnie.” Mickey softly replied, a response he often gives whenever she asks that rhetorical question. He fell in love with the person she was— Minnie being one of the few people whose heart was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. And his wife was a real stunner. But her outer beauty wasn’t the only thing that makes his heart swell even after all these years of the two of them being together. She simply was just an astonishing person, and Mickey couldn’t be more lucky to call such a wonderful woman his own. 

Donald sighed, seemingly in defeat, as he sat across from his best friend with hands folded in his lap. He was finally doing it — caving in and taking Mickey’s job offer after a long discussion with Daisy. He wanted his wife back home with him, and if working at the House of Mouse would bring her back, he’d put his pride aside and do it in a heartbeat. He was still a little bitter about it deep down, but he was sucking it up anyway. “I’m sure,” Donald nodded in confirmation, clearing his throat after. He had known before he arrived there’d be no need to convince Mickey, for he’d offered the job to Donald too many times in the past to even count. So it was no surprise when his friend questioned why he was changing his mind suddenly, though still supportive anyway. Donald didn’t want to confess that it was mainly Daisy’s doing, but he was still honest. “I need to do what’s best for my family, and right now… it’s this.” Even if he really didn't want to at the end of the day, he still appreciated Mickey for keeping the offer on the table for so long. Don stuck his hand out to shake his best friend's, putting bitterness aside — after all, Mickey's generosity was potentially bringing his marriage back to the way it should be. "Seriously, thanks."

Ah, so this was all for his family. Hearing that, Mickey nodded his head in understanding. If there was one thing he knew when it came to Donald, it was how much the man prioritized his family members. He took in and raised Huey, Dewey, and Louie when his twin sister had disappeared after all, and though he did have the help of the others when it came to raising the boys, Donald did most of that all on his own. So it made since to the actor that the sailor was choosing to accept his job offer for the sake of his family. However, that still brought on more questions. “No thanks needed, you know I’m always here to help whenever you want it.” Mickey replied, just as one of the waiters came up to their table and placed down a drink for the two of them. He thanked them before they walked away, focusing his attention back on his best friend. “What’s best for your family, huh?” The brunette repeated, trying to word everything carefully before he asked his following question. “Does this have to do with everything that went on lately? I’ve noticed that things still seemed to be a little…tensed with you guys.” Mickey commented, as he reached for his drink. “You don’t need to say much if you don’t want to but— how’re things gong back at home?”