The Singer's Pet Turtle (A Leonardo x Reader Story)

Chapter 5 : Mother Knows Best

Y/n woke that morning to the feeling of a kiss being pressed against her forehead. At first it was a gentle wake up call, a hazy feeling, like something from a dream, until the shock set in. That feeling of cold chapped lips being pressed against her skin was one she hadn't felt in months and it really threw her off. To the point that she urgently sat up in bed, her head whipping in the direction of the culprit just in time to watch a chuckling leo leave the room.

"Don't get out of bed too fast, your coffee isn't ready." he laughed as he went out the door as if he hadn't just caused Y/n's whole world to spasm.

It has been about two weeks now since Leonardo had woken up from his coma, but things were still very weird. Sure after the first three nights Leo snagged Y/n's wrist and all but forced her to share a bed with him again, but he still couldn't even look at her for more than a second. Yeah he'd talk to her now, but not in any meaningful way, just a few sentences here or there as if trying to start a conversation only to close up as soon as Y/n started to sign a reply. And yes, after two weeks of practice Y/n had pretty much gotten her single word answers back, but yes or on questions fueled little more than one sided conversation.

They were better, in so many ways, but far from back to wear they were. So this small action. This good morning kiss. It came so far out of left field that Y/n was tempted to call foul on the play. She stayed sitting in bed stunned for a few more moments before flinging away the covers and racing down stairs to the kitchen. When she made it to the arch way, she saw Leo chatting with Donnie near the fridge, looking at the chore chart she started to build last night as they waited for coffee to brew.

The pair must have felt her staring since they both glanced over at her and smiled, Leo's a closed eye one like all the grins she had gotten from the turtle as of late. As much as it usually irked her, in the moment it helped her breath. He still wasn't looking at her, so he hadn't gotten possessed or magically gone back to normal overnight. Somehow, that was comforting.

"You okay? You look like you saw a ghost." Donnie commented as his eyes scanned over y/n's figure.

"Leo," she huffed, voice staring more than usual due to the morning. "Kiss?"

To her surprise the turtle in blue simply chuckled again as he turned away from her in favor of heading towards the coffee pot. "You ran down here like a bat out of hell over that?"

Donnie blinked as he looked between the pair, thoroughly confused. "Am I missing smoothing?"

"Leo, kiss!" Y/n shouted, or said louder since shouting was still a bit of a stretch for her.

Leo snorted as he passed Y/n her coffee mug. "I kissed her forehead like I do every morning."

Y/n scoffed at his statement and put down her mug with a bit more force than necessary. She then began to sign at Leo. "You haven't kissed my forehead in the morning since we left New york!"

"Translation?" He hummed while glancing at his younger brother.

"Uh...she's calling bullshit." Donnie paraphrased, still a bit confused.

"Okay, would you prefer I not kiss your forehead?" Leo asked as he sipped his own mug, the cheeky glint in his eyes making it known that he was simply poking at the girl for fun at this point.

"No!" she objected before falling into a small coughing fit thanks to her throat strain. With her eyes to the side she signed an explanation."You just surprised me."

Leo hummed joyfully one final time before he replied. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw you off so badly." his tone was earnest, so Y/n accepted his words, but now she simply felt foolish.