Our Family (TMNT FANFIC)

First steps

I'm sitting on my meditation mat, as I usually do during the day. The boys are in front of me playing with some toy blocks.

Raphael is building some kind of little tower as well as Michelangelo. He takes a block out of Raphael's tower to apply to his.

Which of course was the very bottom block and it causes the tower to fall. Raphael looks at Michaelangelo with anger in his eyes. The other turtles all scoot away as he nearly tackles him. He screams as Raphael starts smacking him.

"Boys!" I yell as I break up the fight. I pull Raphael off of Michaelangelo ,but he continues to swing.

"That is enough," I say sitting him in the corner," time out for you."

Raphael crosses his arms and turns around with a "hmmf". I sigh and return to the mat.

Later that day we are in the living room still and I have decided to put away the blocks.

"Why don't we play something else," I say, but they all simply look at me.

I sit on the ground and try to teach them patty-cake.

"No,no like this."

"Patty-cake, patty-cake, bakers man, bake me a cake as fast as you can, roll 'em up, roll 'em up, throw them in pan!" I say with the corresponding hand motions. They all giggle.

"Here now you try," I say sitting Leonardo in front of me. He mostly just claps as I sing and do the right hand motions. I laugh at the turtles' versions of patty-cake. As we're playing another round Nichole walks in.

"Haveing fun?" She asks with a smile.

"Come look, they're naturals," I reply.

"I can see that," she says laughing. She then sits down on the floor beside me and starts to play with them. She also laughs.

"See what'd I tell you," I say.

"Yes there professionals at patty-cake," she replies jokingly and We both chuckle.

"You'll never guess who I ran into today," Nichole says.

"Who?" I ask.

I don't know very many people in newyork besides Nichole and...

"It was Mr. Mericomi," she answers.

"What did you say to him?"

"He asked how I was doing and stuff, then he wanted to know we're you've been."

"Oh," I reply," how did you answer."

"Well," she says hesitantly.

"Nichole?"

"I didn't know how to answer, you haven't been to work in weeks."

"With good reason," I say gesturing to myself.

"I know that," she replies," but, still, I just...told him that you moved back to Japan."

"Did he believe you?"

"Sort of he wondered why you hadn't notified him, at all, or why I hadn't told him."

"How did you answer that?" I ask.

"I said that I didn't know why and that you had just left," she answers.

I think about her words for a moment. I did just suddenly disappear without an explanation. He and Nichole are the only people I could call friends in this city.

"Any-way he believed me,but I kind of feel bad for him, I hope he didn't still need help at the restaurant," she says.

"Trust me he can handle things on his own, he is a master chef," I reply with a smile.

Nichole laughs at that and says,"I suppose your right."

She stays for a little while longer and We talk about each other's day, then she leaves when it is time for her to go back to work.

It is just me and the turtles again. I fix us each bowls of soup, which is almost the only thing I can cook down here. I take a sip of the soup and the four turtles mimicking me.

After we're done, Leonardo and Raphael start playing their "crawl after each other" game. They giggle as they go around in circles wich as of right now Raphael is in the lead.
Leonard tries to speed up, but looses his balance on all fours and falls on his stomach.

"Ow," he say plainly trying to get up, but fails. He then starts to kick unable to move. I sigh and walk over to him and grab both his hands to pull him up.

"There," I say dusting him off. He looks up at me and smiles. I let go and he tries to walk forward. I grab his hands again to make shure he doesn't fall. After a few minutes he is able to, somewhat, walk on his own.

I smile as I watch my son make his first steps.