Daddy's Little Girl

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All parts will be from Donnetello's pov unless stated otherwise.

It's late. Everyone is asleep, except for me. I literally am just watching Super Robo Mecha Force Five at one in the morning. The thing is, I'm not even tired. Today, we didn't have to train, so Master Splinter let us do whatever we wanted. I slept. All day really.
I stretch. I should really go to bed, but I don't want to. I don't really care if we have to get up at six, I slept until three in the afternoon today, so I can make it until around lunch tomorrow.
What to do? What to do?
I know! I'll go skateboarding. Genius.
I run to grab my skateboard and jog out to the manhole I always exit out of to skate. It leads to a bunch of abandoned old alleyways where no one will see me, so of course I skate there all the time.
I finally get to the manhole. Actually, the alleyways are about nine city blocks away from the lair, so it took a while to get there.
I open the manhole and crawl out, shutting it behind me.
It's an amazing night. A full moon and a cold night breeze. It's a perfect night to skate. Absolutely perfect.
I begin to skate. I find some old dumpsters and I push them out to make an obstacle course. I finish shortly because they aren't full, so they're not heavy. The obstacle course is about half the length of the alley.
I start off at an awesome speed and I weave in and out of the dumpsters like it's no big deal.
Dang. This is really fun.
I get lost in my thoughts and I accidentally trip and fall.
I make a lot of noise because I skated straight into one of the dumpsters.
Wow.
I get up and dust myself off. I hear something.
Crying? Oh, crap! I've been spotted!
I'm about to run off, but the crying continues. My curiosity dangerously wins over and I begin to investigate. I follow it to the dumpster that I ran into. I cautiously open the lid to look inside. The moon is positioned just right so that it shines right in, illuminating the dirty green metal perfectly.
At first I don't see anything. The crying has stopped.
Hmm. All in my head I guess.
And then suddenly, I see something. A grey blanket wrapped up around something. And that something is looking straight at me.
It's a baby.
I look up to see if I can find its mother anywhere. I don't see any traces of her. No one. Not even a footprint or note. I look back at the baby.
It's smiles at me. A genuine smile.
Cute.
"Sorry little guy. But I can't find your Momma."
It just continues to smile.
I close the lid to the dumpster and begin to walk away.
Nothing I can do.
It begins to cry very loudly. It breaks my heart. I stop in my tracks. The baby continues to cry. I drop my skateboard and walk back to the dumpster. I lift the lid and it stops crying. I take it out and hold it, and it makes a ton of cute baby noises.
I take the blanket off of it and shake it out to make sure there is no note. There's not.
The baby couldn't have been here for long because it's diaper is clean and it doesn't seem very hungry. And the baby is a girl. She's really cute. She has black hair and brown eyes.
I wrap the baby back up in the blanket and walk to the end of the alleyway by the manhole to sit down and think.
"You're mom will be back in a second." I say in a baby tone. She laughs.
Wait. The baby was in a dumpster with no note in the middle of and abandoned alleyway where no one goes. Yep. Mom's not coming back.
The baby reaches for my bandana and grabs it, tugging on it. It's really sweet, until she pulls with all her might and cracks my neck.
"Ow! Okay, stop little baby." I say as I pry her chubby little fingers free from my bandana.
She just reaches for my face though, and I let her. She pats my chin and pulls out on my lips a little.
"No. Don't do that either." I say.
l check my phone to realise that it is two thirty in the morning.
"Okay little baby. You're coming home with me." I say. I tie the blanket in such a way that I can use it for a satchel. I put it around my shoulder and set the baby in it. I pick up my skateboard and then I open the manhole so I can make it home. I make sure I walk slowly, as not to bounce the baby much.
We finally make it back to the lair. I set my skateboard next to my brothers' and walk into the kitchen. I take the baby out of the satchel and carry her around on my hip until I get some milk and a pan.
I set the pan on the stove and pour a little milk into it so I can heat it up for her.
I need a bottle.
Several years ago, when Mikey was nine, he went through this security stage in which he would secretly drink out of a baby bottle. I have no idea why, but he did.
I remember that he always his it behind the fridge. I look, and sure enough, there was the dusty old bottle.
Thank you Mikey and your weird stage.
I wash it out with soap and by that time, the milk is heated enough. I pour it into the bottle and screw the lid on it.
I go and sit down at the table and hold the baby close to my chest. I set the bottle in her mouth.
I have no freaking clue what I'm doing.
Thankfully, I did something right because she finishes the whole bottle.
I've heard that you have to burp babies, so I place her on my shoulder and pat her back until she burps.
I clean up and walk to my room.
My room is the most organized out of my brothers' rooms, and therefore is the cleanest. I forgot to make my bed, so I set the baby in a chair as I quickly make the bed.
I set an extra pillow parallel on the bed so she can lay down on it.
I pick her up and lay her on the pillow and climb into bed next to her. I pull the blankets up over us and she is almost asleep.
I lay on my side so I can watch her. She couldn't be older than five months. She can probably crawl or at least sit up.
She's asleep now.
"You need a name, don't you baby?" I ask as quietly and softly as I can.
I think for a little while on a good name.
"Michiko." I say.
Michiko means beautiful and wise child in Japanese. I thought that that suited her.
I slowly fall asleep, thinking of the baby Michiko.
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