You're married to Mikey and on a mission you have to sacrifice yourself for the whole team. They believe you to be dead, leaving Mikey and his brothers to care for your three kids.
You sighed, a tired smile coming to your face as you put down your paintbrush. You slipped towards the back of your wooden stool to get a better look at the canvas before you. You tiled your head right and left, searching for an imperfection of some sort, but came up blank.
You couldn't find one.
You'd painted your heart and soul out into this one. You made it a happy picture that could be kept until it had to be destroyed. It was backgrounded in a colorful playroom just a room over. Mikey was stood in the middle, grinning ear to ear as he played with your kids.
Yes, you thought.
Our kids.
At one point the two of you had an unspoken understanding that the possibility of your interspecies relationship could knock out the option of kids. So you could easily recall the surprise when you'd taken a test and it was positive.
You'd kept it from Mikey for a whole month. You wanted to be sure before you said anything, even if it meant him being upset with you. To tell him such big news meant you wanted something to capture the moment: you decided to go with a video. You put your phone onto selfie mode and asked if you guys could take a quick selfie while watching stars on the rooftops. It was a crisp night, a full moon with the perfect spotlight told you it was now or never.
He noticed it was on video, recording, and quickly pointed it out. You grinned and told him you wanted to get a good picture from a video because it had been a photo trick you'd seen online. He didn't question it.
"3...2..1- say "I'm pregnant!" "
Mikey had said the words, grinning at the camera for a good half minute. You had to repeat yourself before he put two and two together. You couldn't remember the last time you'd seen him to hyped up.
Your first kid was a boy. The guys had been particularly worried about what the baby would look like at first, but as soon as he was born, no one had any doubts that he was just perfect.
He looked like you, his eyes mirroring yours. He had your smile. He took on Mikey's mutant form, only a bit smaller. Shell and green skin and three-fingered hands- you had no doubt he'd grow just to be like his father.
You'd found out you were pregnant again a couple years after. Your son had turned two, and you'd been feeling super tired- not to mention sick- several days in a row. The boys suggested maybe the flu. You couldn't sleep, you ached, threw up everything you ate.
April suggested you come over to her apartment and try another test. At first, you hoped it was negative. Not that you minded another kid- but the one you had ran you and the family around. He was a mini Mikey, very easily.
So when those lines showed April's theory to be correct, you groaned and flopped on the couch, a big smile on your face that turned to giggles. April was squealing and jumping about, saying she was so happy and wanted to know what the boy's reactions would be this time around. She started going on about names and whatever else she could say that was baby related.
"April, can you do me a favor?"
"Sure." She chirped. She leaned over the back of her couch with a smile.
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You'd put everything together accordingly.
The family was having a big dinner and game night. I was a Friday night, so no one had work in the morning which meant staying up as late as everyone could stay up. Of course, your son was only two, which meant bedtime, but not for everyone else.
