My Hero In Purple

Breakfast Time!

Donnie slowly woke up, rubbing his head as he looked around. His arm wouldn't move, and he looked down to see it trapped under April. A gap-toothed grin crept onto his face as he watched her sigh in her sleep, and he carefully took arm out from around her. He softly stroked her cheek with his hand for a moment, before rising up and quietly to walking out of the room. He checked the clock as he trudged into the kitchen. Only half an hour until his brothers woke up, and then it was off to training.

Usually Mikey was in charge of the cooking, but D was starving as he swung open the fridge door, peering in at the assortment of left over pizza. He pushed aside a a piece of margherita pizza, squinting as he read the label on a box. Pancake mix. Donnie shrugged, pulling out the mix and shutting the fridge.

He got out the pan and turned on the stove, staring questioningly at the box. The last time he had tried to cook, he'd ended up blowing up the microwave. Donnie hesitantly mixed the ingredients into a bowl, turning back to the hot stove. Before he could pour in the batter, however, a small yawn made him turn toward the doorway.

April rubbed the sleep from her eyes, sending a groggy smile Donnie's way. Donnie smiled back, giving her a small hug as she strolled over to him.

"Good morning," he greeted her warmly.

"Hey, D," she kissed him softly. April sat down at the counter, yawning again. What little amount of makeup she wore was smeared on her left cheek, her hair was completely lopsided, and her yellow t-shirt from yesterday was hanging a bit off her shoulder. In Donnie's opinion, she couldn't have looked more beautiful.

"What?" April glanced up at Donnie a bit sheepishly, brushing away some auburn hair.

"You're just so pretty in the mornings," Donnie grinned softly, making April blush a bit. He carefully poured the batter as she sighed.

"C'mon, Donnie, I look like a wreck!"

"No you don't. You could never look like a wreck to me."

"You don't have to say that."

"It's not a requirement to say that. I'm telling the truth," Donnie insisted. He walked over and wrapped April in a hug. She let out a small giggle, hugging him back, before she let out a gasp and pulled away. Donnie instantly began to panic.

"What?! What's wrong?!"

April said nothing, only pointed. Donnie's jaw dropped as he looked back and saw the pancake he had been cooking, completely in flames. Donnie raced over, not knowing what to do. He hopelessly tried blowing on it, but the fire just kept spreading. Donnie threw a towel on the pan, making the inferno even worse. April cried out, and sprinted over to the fridge, trying to reach something on the top. Donnie finally realized she was attempting to reach the fire extinguisher, but her arms were too small to reach over the top.

Donnie hurried over, grabbing the extinguisher and racing back to the stove, April hot on his heels. He fumbled to get the top off, managing to break it halfway through the process without knowing it. He pulled the trigger, spraying foam all over the kitchen, himself, and April. Silence filled the room as the couple took in the sight of the pan and its smoking contents.

Donnie slowly turned to stare at April, and she at him. They stood for a moment as the smoke cleared, looking at each other's faces covered in fire extinguisher foam. Then both burst out laughing. April held her sides as she giggled, and Donnie was almost to the point of rolling on the floor in laughter. Finally, they straightened up again.

"God, I love you, Donatello," April sighed, kissing Donnie on the nose lovingly.

Before she could walk away, Donnie put an arm around her waist, rubbing away a bit of foam from under her blue eyes with a thumb, before pulling her face to meet his halfway in a kiss. They stayed like that for awhile, before Donnie pulled away and said with a smile, "I love you too, April O'Neil," And then came in for another long kiss.

Mikey rounded the corner, and his eyes widened at the conditions of the kitchen. "Okay, dudes," he exclaimed, "I get you guys are all lovey-dovey and stuff, but can you not destroy my kitchen the next time you two make out?!"