Ducky
Ducky looked around. Candles- check, fancy dinner- check, romantic music- check. Now she just had to wait for Warren to get home from work.
"Daffy, baby?" Warren said as he came into their high-rise apartment, slipping off his sportcoat and his image inducer.
"Hey Warren," Ducky said as she ran over to him, throwing her arms around him, her wings fluttering nervously behind her as they kissed. "Did you have a good day at work?"
"Very stressful. I'm initiating a hostile takeover, but I don't want to be too hostile," he said, causing her to giggle. "Okay, romantic setting," Warren said as Ducky led him into the dining room. "I didn't forget an anniversary or anything, did I?"
"Nope. I just wanted tonight to be perfect. I'm pregnant."
"You're what!?"
"Pregnant. We're having a chick."
"Well, I hope not, I definitely hope we have a baby," Warren said as he picked her up, kissing her passionately. "I love you so much. I can't believe you're having my baby!" Warren spun her around happily.
"I'm glad you're happy, because I kknow you never wanted children-"
"I want children with you, Daphne. Do you want to get married before the baby's born?"
"It doesn't matter to me. We decided we'd get married next year, so we might as well stick to that. No need to rush anything, we're already mated, and that's what matters to me."
"Me too, my little cardinal." Ducky blushed as they continued to kiss. The fancy dinner was forgotten as they went off to their bedroom to celebrate.