TMNT: Blue

Chapter eleven

Raphael's Point of View:

With a lot of care, my mate strengthened and came off of bed rest. My bros and I worked hard ta get tha lair cleaned and air purified for Leo and tha twins. We was even beginnin' ta make tha effort ta baby proof tha lair for when tha babies began ta crawl and get around more. I could tell that Leo really appreciated everythin' that we were doin' and I liked ta see his smile appearin' more and more as he allowed himself ta feel safe again.

Blue was four and a half months pregnant now and his lower plastron was sportin' a definite baby bump that I could cup my hand over. His center of balance was beginning ta shift and it was kind of cute how he had ta arch a tiny bit with tha weight of tha twins. I kept a close eye on my mate, but he had a habit of slippin' past me.

"How does he keep doin' this ta me? Donnie, have ya seen Blue?" I asked irritably as I tried ta locate tha elusive turtle.

"Not recently," my bro answered before a voice interrupted our conversation.

"Out! Out!" Mikey ordered as he gently marched Leo out of tha spare room that our family was turnin' inta a nursery.

"Michelangelo, I will remind you who is carrying the twins," my mate crabbed as he turned around and glared at our baby bro, "I am not doing anything, but checking out how the nursery is coming along. I was just looking at your work."

"No go, Bro," Mikey snipped, "I am just painting the basecoat right now so there is nothing to see. The paint fumes are too strong for you and the Tiny Terrors. You'll yak and Raph will kill me."

"Don't call my babies 'Terrors,'" Blue snapped irritably, "I don't like it."

"I don't either," I growled angrily as I walked past tha youngest of us and slapped Mikey in tha back of his head, "Talk about my mate's and my children like that again and I'll do more than a slap ta tha noggin, Mike."

"Fine," Mikey whined pitifully, "Donnie, defend me."

"No go, Mikey," Donnie called out from his lab door, "Plus, technically, our bro is in his second trimester now and should be past the morning sickness phase; however, I think it would be safer to skip exposing your babies to any paint fumes, Leo."

"I just…," Blue began before shakin' his head, "Yeah. You're right. I should have thought this through better."

I watched as my mate sighed and came ta sit on my recliner. What was funny is that my recliner had become Blue's favorite seat since it supported his back better. Donnie had also installed several sun lamps around tha chair for my mate ta bask and keep warm.

"What's up, Fearless?" I asked usin' a name that I knew would get my mate ta admit what was on his mind.

"I am bored stiff," Blue grumped, "Father won't let me do any training at all, I've read every book that I own, television sucks, I just can't sit through one more movie, it is not safe to go visit April and Casey, and I'm hungry all the time. Plus, I know that I'm whining like a mule and it's not like me. I hate that my hormones are making me sound more and more like a pregnant woman, Raphael, and I'm not saying that in a negative way, but this is getting ridiculous. Your little imps are driving me absolutely crazy!"

My bros and I laughed hard as Leo went limp in his chair and huffed angrily. Tha twins were always "mine" when Blue was frustrated.

"Calm down," I snickered as my mate growled at me, "How about if Mikey cooks ya somethin' and I'll call April and Case ta come for a visit?"

"I don't need to be placated like I'm a baby," Leo gritted out irritably.

"Not placatin'," I denied, "However, I'd be climbin' tha walls as well if I have been stuck in tha lair for this long too. How about we try ta brin' some of tha action here? It ain't safe for ya ta leave tha lair because of Bishop lookin' for ya, but April and Casey can sneak down here without anyone knowin'."