Living With Turtles

Daddy

Violet

"Toby, come now. It is time for bed!" I called, looking for my younger brother. We had began teaching him self-defense training and so far, his favorite trick was disappearing from view for hours at a time. 

I heard the soft giggling from above me, making me wonder how he got into the support system, but before I could act, there was a "watch out!" being yelled, a throwing star came from my right and hit the nails holding the beam on the ceiling, and it came crashing down with Toby right behind.

I screamed, thinking for a second that I would be losing my brother just like I had lost my parents. Then a blur of green jumped and caught the precious bundle in it's arms, landing safely on the couch mere feet away.

My boyfriend, Donatello, slowly pulled Toby from his body. My little brother looked up at him, his familiar brown eyes seemed to say what's next? and I sighed in relief.

Donnie came over and handed Toby off to me. I cradled him close as Mikey and Zeva came over. "Is he alright?" Mikey asked.

"He is fine, thank goodness." I replied, hugging Toby closer.

"I'm so sorry, I completely lost control of it. It was my fault." Zeva panicked.

I set a hand on her shoulder. "It is okay, Ze. I'm not blaming you. I meant to replace that support beam anyhow." I told her. "Now, Toby. Let us get you to bed. Say good night, buddy." I smiled at him.

"Night night Ze, Mik." He smiled at them, then he looked to Donnie. "Night, Daddy!" He called as I took him to his room.

Everyone froze. I looked over my shoulder at Donnie to find my own shock mirrored back at me.

Then Zeva and Mikey burst into fits of giggles. Donnie looked at them like they where insane. I laughed. "Come now Toby. Night Zeva, Mikey. Night Daddy." I winked at Donnie, he blushed a bright red and I left.

Toby giggled. I kissed his forehead. "Good job. Night Night Toby." I smiled.

"Night Night, Mommy." He replied, then he fell asleep.

Tear blurred my eyes as I leaned back down and whispered. "Good night, buddy."