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Perfect Enemy	By : MysticMewtwo Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 1844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: TMNT and all its characters belong to Viacom International. All rights reserved. I claim only David and Alisa as I created them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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All in Due Time

Chapter Two

I think a lot of you are going to like this chapter. It was certainly fun and exciting for me to write. Warning: Sugary sweetness ahead. Please proceed with caution.

Soft, feathery strokes brushed along her face, like whispers of wind. It tugged at her gently, urging her to consciousness. She tried to resist it, snuggling deeper in the warmth that enveloped her.

She then felt her lips being pressed to something moist and firm, but yet tender. She reacted instinctively and her mouth hungrily slid along against it in their near breathless dance. Alisa sighed contentedly and finally her eyelids slowly fluttered open.

Leonardo smiled as her bleary green eyes were set on him and a hazy smile formed on her flushed lips. He nuzzled her cheek and she nestled closer in his side.

"Good morning," he greeted, softly.

"Good morning," she murmured.

She felt much better after getting a good rest last night. She didn't feel like she'd been sick, but then again the nausea never really hit her until much later in the morning. He began to run his fingers gently through her hair.

"April called," he said, "She'll be here in an hour to pick you up. You'll want a bath and some breakfast if your stomach feels up to it before she comes."

"I think I'll wait on breakfast," she replied, a little warily.

She was hungry, ravenous even, but the thought of eventually throwing the food back up again made eating undesirable. Still, she had to try something to keep up her strength. She feared she was becoming dehydrated or malnourished.

"At least drink something," he implored, softly, "A glass of juice or I'll make you some tea."

The quiet intensity in his voice almost took her by surprise. She could sense he wanted to help her somehow. It didn't matter if it was even something as small as fixing a cup of tea. It didn't make him feel so useless in the situation.

"Tea does sound good," she finally agreed, "I'd like that."

"Then I'll have it ready for you after your bath," he told her.

"Thank you," she said, quietly.

A soft smile curved his lips and he touched her cheek tenderly. His fingers lovingly began to caress her skin. She half closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin against hers. What she wouldn't have done to stay in bed with him a little longer, but she had to get moving or she would be late for her appointment.

Alisa untangled herself from the sheets and proceeded to climb out of bed. She then went to the dresser and gathered together a set of clean clothes in her arms. As she began to leave the room, she found herself ensnared in the arms of her itoshii as Leo pulled her in for one more kiss.

"I love you," he said, quietly, "And I know you're going to be okay."

She gave him a soft smile and nuzzled in his neck.

"I love you too," she replied, "I'll be fine, but not if you don't let me go get a bath."

He chuckled quietly. He finally released her and she walked out of the room. When she had gone, he sighed deeply. He really shouldn't worry so much. Everything was going to be alright, but why did he have the distinct feeling their lives were about to change?

He got dressed then and made the bed before he headed downstairs to put on the tea he promised. In the kitchen, Michelangelo was starting to prepare breakfast for the family. The exuberant turtle loudly hummed some nameless tune that sounded as if it made sense only to him. He stopped singing when he noticed his oldest brother enter the room.

"Morning, Leo," he greeted, cheerfully, "How's Alisa? I'm making her favorite for breakfast; blueberry pancakes and cinnamon French toast."

The blue-masked turtle smiled faintly. He hated to disappoint his little brother and tell him she wouldn't be eating any of that this morning.

"You know she's been really sick, Mike," Leo reminded him, gently.

"Yeah, I know," Mikey replied, "But I wanted to cheer her up since now she has to go to the doctor."

He happily continued to stir the pancake batter in a large bowl. Leo wondered if the thought had even occurred to him she could not eat anything so heavy on her stomach right now. Mikey didn't exactly cook light meals, so all that rich food she was eating wasn't helping matters. Not that she was eating much lately anyway, but it was enough to cause her delicate system to rebel on her.

"She's not feeling well enough to eat, Mikey," Leo told him, finally, "I was coming to fix her a cup of tea. It's all she wanted."

Mikey blinked and paused in his stirring at this news. The upbeat expression on his face began to fall and his shoulders slumped a bit.

"Tea?" he repeated, dejectedly.

Leo walked over then and placed a sympathetic hand on the youngest turtle's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Mikey," he said, quietly, "You can still make the breakfast, but she just won't be having any."

"It is a thoughtful gesture," he added, "She would have enjoyed it."

The orange-masked turtle gave a weak smile, but suddenly shook his head.

"I was fooling myself," he admitted, "I wanted to pretend she was okay, but I know she's not. Every time I see her now, she looks like she's getting worse instead of better and it scares me, bro. I don't want her to die."

Leo felt a choking sensation grip his throat and he could not breathe as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs. His brother had given voice to the very fears he could not bear to think. It twisted cruelly in his heart and threatened to overwhelm him.

"She's going to be okay, Mikey," he managed at last, his voice low, "The doctor can cure her."

Michelangelo only nodded his head and returned to making breakfast once more, although with much less enthusiasm than before. Leonardo breathed in deeply as he tried to stave his emotions and spent a moment collecting his wits. Then silently he trudged to a cabinet to retrieve the box of tea, kettle, and two cups.

He filled the pot with water and set it on the stove. Once the water had boiled, he added the tea leaves and let it thoroughly steep before he strained the dark reddish liquid into the waiting cups. A faint earthy and mildly sweet aroma filled his nostrils. He was certain the red tea was the best choice for them both.

Leo carefully carried the hot cups to the table and set them down side by side in their usual spots. He had no sooner done so when his wife appeared in the kitchen, freshly bathed and clothed. She wore a royal blue short-sleeve knee-length dress, black leggings and the soft silver Chinese ballet slipper shoes he'd gotten her for her birthday last month. Her long damp hair was pinned back on the sides with two silver barrettes.

He felt his heart beat jump as he gazed at her. She was beautiful as ever, but he noted somewhat sadly how those clothes seemed to fit a little looser on her than usually. She had lost more weight. He was thankful she was going to the doctor soon to find out what was wrong and could get her health back.

"Good morning, Mike," Alisa greeted the younger turtle.

" 'Morning, Pixie," he answered, cheerily, "Feeling better?"

She really didn't mind the nickname. Raphael had started calling her that one day due to her fighting style in a fit of frustrated anger when they were sparring together. It caught on to the rest of the family and was now used mostly in affection.

"A little, yes," she replied, "Thank you."

With a smile, she approached her husband and the table where she saw the cup of tea waiting at her place. He was such a sweetheart. She slid her arms around his neck and he welcomed her to him. It felt so reassuring right now to hold her in his arms.

"You are so good to me," she said, softly.

"I don't think there's anything in the world I wouldn't do for you," he replied, his voice equally as soft.

She could feel her heart nearly melting at his words, but laughed quietly when they heard a faint gagging sound from nearby. She was reluctant to leave his arms, but she had to finish getting ready. April was due to arrive in fifteen minutes.

The two of them sat down at the table then. Alisa gently pulled the cup of tea towards her and cradled it gingerly in her hands, savoring its warmth on her skin. She took a tentative swallow of the steaming red liquid. She'd not had this kind before and the flavor was perhaps a little strange, but she found it to be quite good.

After drinking a little more, she was feeling very comfortable and relaxed. So far, the tea didn't seem to be rebelling on her stomach either and she was grateful for that. It would be a small victory if she could at least make it through one morning without bolting for the bathroom.

Once the tea was gone, she took her empty cup to the sink and then left the kitchen to brush her teeth. She also went upstairs to grab a sweater. When she returned, she found Leonardo in the living room watching the morning news and joined him.

It was how April found the couple upon finally arriving in the lair nearly twenty minutes later. The two lay lounging on the couch and appeared to be completely in paradise. The older woman hated to interrupt the tender moment, but she was already running behind schedule.

"Alisa, are you ready?" she asked.

The question alerted the two to her presence, but they were not surprised by it. They had heard the elevator a few moments earlier.

"Yes, I am," Alisa replied.

The young woman sat up off the couch and rose to her feet. She pulled on her sweater and then kissed her husband goodbye.

"I love you," she told him, softly.

"I love you too," he answered, with a smile, "Be safe; both of you."

The two women walked to the elevator and rode to the warehouse above. After checking the perimeter, they carefully slipped outside the building into the early morning sunlight. While the spring sunshine was slowly warming the air, it was crisp enough Alisa was glad to have brought the sweater. She didn't know anymore these days how her body would react to something that never bothered her before.

April led the younger woman to her van where it was parked at a small grocery store two blocks away. Alisa climbed into the vehicle passenger's side and buckled her seatbelt. The last time she had ridden in this van was when she being taken from the hospital over a year ago.

April settled in the driver's seat and started the van. She pulled out of the parking lot and drove a few miles until they reached a private doctors' office. The van was parked and the two women entered the building.

The red-headed woman approached the receptionist's desk and was given a clipboard to sign in by the older woman sitting behind it. After filling out the information, April handed the clipboard back and was told to have a seat. She motioned for Alisa to sit and then took the chair next to her.

"It'll be a few minutes," she informed her, quietly.

Alisa only nodded her head. She was starting to feel a little nervous now. She really didn't like doctors much, but she had to see one in order to find out what was wrong with her and fix it.

The tension was causing her stomach to cramp and she felt nauseated. If she didn't calm down soon, she would throw up right there in the lobby. She took a deep breath and tried to focus her thoughts elsewhere, particularly on her husband. She could feel his strength within her and his spirit surrounded her. It was as if he was right here with her in the doctor's office and it soothed her.

Suddenly, the door to the examination rooms opened and a nurse appeared with a clipboard.

"Ms. Hamato?" she called.

Alisa stood to her feet and walked towards the door. April followed behind closely. The nurse led them down a short hall and then directed them to a room. Once all three women had entered, the nurse closed the door.

"Ms. Hamato, would you please hop up on that table for me," she instructed, "I'm going to check your vitals."

Alisa obeyed and climbed up on the cushioned bed-like table. The thin sheet of white paper covering crackled as she settled on it. The nurse asked her to open her mouth and she inserted an electronic thermometer. She then wrapped a large black cuff attached to a machine to her right around her forearm. Alisa tried not to wriggle as it painfully squeezed her.

While her blood pressure and temperature was being taken, the doctor entered the room. She was of average height with shoulder-length auburn hair and green eyes. She smiled warmly at the red-headed woman sitting nearby in a chair.

"April, it's so good to see you," she greeted, "You look great."

She then glanced to the petite young woman on the table. The nurse had finished with her vitals and was recording them on a paper file.

"And this must be your friend," she added.

"Thanks, Kate," April replied, "Yes, this is Alisa."

Kate approached the table and held out her hand to the young woman. Alisa grasped it gently and the two shook hands.

"Hi, Alisa," she said, "I'm Dr. Wallace, but you can call me Kate. April has told me you've been very sick the past week."

"Yes, ma'am," Alisa answered, "I thought it would get better, but it seems to have gotten worse. I had to come because I was worried for my health."

Kate listened as she told everything that she was suffering, from the frequent vomiting, especially in the mornings, to the unexplainable tired spells. The doctor noted these in the file the nurse had given her while she also checked her ears, lungs, and listened to her heart. The pattern and symptoms seemed consistent with a possible case of the flu, but there was something else it suggested too. Kate could not rule anything out yet.

"I'd like to run a few tests on you," she replied, once Alisa was finished, "There could be a few different reasons to explain your malady. So we need to first narrow it down."

"The simplest ones are a blood test and a urine test," she continued, "These usually give us a good head start to pinpointing a cause and we go from there."

She opened a cupboard and took out a sterile plastic cup wrapped in plastic. She then gave the cup to Alisa.

"Take this to the bathroom and fill it as much as you can," she instructed, "When you come back, we'll draw some blood."

Alisa wordlessly slid down off the table and walked out of the examination room with the cup to the bathroom conveniently located across the hall. She removed the cup from its plastic covering, which also contained a lid, and did as she was instructed. After flushing the toilet and washing her hands, she carefully carried the now filled cup back to the room.

The nurse accepted the cup from Alisa when she returned. She had already prepped for taking blood in the meantime. A packet of iodine with cotton swabs, a rubber band, and a brand new needle wrapped in its package laid waiting on a metal tray set on the sink counter.

"Alisa, I need you to hop back on that table for me, please," Dr. Wallace told her, "Melissa will draw us a blood sample from you."

The petite young woman again pulled herself up to the table. This was getting a bit tedious. She was almost impatient to get to the results so she could go home soon, but she knew she had to go through a process of standard procedures first. She learned that much when she was in the hospital.

The nurse, Melissa, smiled as she approached her with an iodine soaked cotton swab and the rubber band. She pushed the sleeve up a little on Alisa's right arm and wrapped the band first around her arm just above the elbow, securing it snugly. She also strapped the cuff to the blood pressure machine over it. Afterwards, she began to swab an area at her elbow where a main vein was located with the cotton swab. She then opened the package containing the needle.

"This is going to sting a little," she warned.

Alisa nodded her head and braced herself for the entry. In one quick fluid motion, the nurse inserted the needle into the vein. It went so smoothly, in fact, that Alisa barely felt any pain at all.

It was over in less than a minute. Melissa promptly removed the needle and discarded it in a locked hazard box mounted to the wall. She then placed the vial of blood with the cup of urine before she changed gloves and washed her hands. Once she put a fresh pair on, she began to take off the cuff and rubber band around Alisa's arm. The band had left a red indention that circled her arm. A band aid was applied over the entry hole in her vein.

"Melissa is now going to take the blood and urine to the lab," Kate spoke up, as the nurse left the room with the precious cargo in hand, "We should have the results of them very shortly."

"While we wait," she continued, "Why don't you tell me a little more about yourself, Alisa? Your surname, Hamato, is very… unusual. Is it Japanese?"

"Yes, it's my adoptive family's name," Alisa replied, carefully, "They're of Japanese descent."

She really despised lying, but she didn't want Dr. Wallace knowing information than what she was willing to give. It was not any of her business what her name was or where it came from. April may be friends with her and maybe she did get her to swear to secrecy, but Alisa would continue to protect her family as she always did.

"So you're adopted then?" Kate asked, "Do you know what happened to your real parents?"

"They're gone," Alisa said, simply, quietly, "There was a tragic accident."

"Oh, I'm… I'm so sorry," Kate faltered, instantly regretting bringing the subject up, "Really, Alisa. I am sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

The younger woman gave a wane smile.

"It is not your fault, Dr. Wallace," she assured, "But, please, I wish to talk no more of it."

"Certainly," Kate agreed.

A mildly uncomfortable silence settled over the room then. Dr. Wallace picked up Alisa's file and busied herself studying all her notes and recordings. There was one more question that nagged her, but she wasn't sure if she should ask or not for fear of causing more discomfort. She decided to bite the bullet.

"Alisa, are you involved in a relationship?" she inquired, tentatively.

Alisa was caught off guard at first, but surprise quickly melted into exasperation. Damn, this doctor was nosy.

"I am married, yes," she answered, "Why?"

"Well, I wondered if you and your husband ever thought you would want to have children some day," Kate replied.

Alisa blinked and then gave a nervous laugh.

"I can assure you, Dr. Wallace, it is entirely impossible for us to have children," she stated, "There are certain, ah, inner workings that do not work anymore for him."

She was interrupted as Melissa entered the room carrying a few papers. She handed them to Kate and the doctor proceeded to peruse over them. She tried to hide the smile she could feel creeping on her lips. Her patient was going to be in for a big surprise.

"Alisa, these print-outs are the results to your blood and urine tests," she informed, "And I have just one word to sum it for you; congratulations."

Alisa stared at her if she had lost her mind. What in the hell was she congratulating her for?

"Come again?" she demanded, "What are you talking about?"

"Sweetie, you're pregnant," Kate said, gently, "It seems it wasn't as impossible as you thought after all, unless there's something else."

Sitting in the corner nearby, April's jaw nearly hit the floor at Dr. Wallace's news. Holy shit. Leo was going to be a father? By all scientific accounts, none of them should even be able to reproduce. This was nothing short of a miracle.

Alisa could barely think. For a few moments, she sat frozen in shock. It finally registered in her mind that Dr. Wallace was suggesting she'd committed infidelity and anger began to burn hotly in her veins.

"No," she snapped, "The baby is his."

Breathe.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, releasing the breath slowly. She continued this exercise until the anger drained away and she began to feel calmer. She soon opened her eyes again and fixed a gentle gaze on the doctor. Kate looked wary and uneasy of her now.

"Forgive me, Dr. Wallace," the young woman apologized, softly, "This is… staggering. We were so sure we could never have children. To actually discover the contrary is absolutely incredible."

She sighed deeply and wrapped her arms over her flat stomach as if cocooning it. A jubilant smile fluttered on her lips and she hugged herself.

"I can't believe there's this precious little life growing inside of me," she whispered.

Kate didn't want to ruin her moment, but she needed to continue the exam and conduct the proper tests on her now it was established she was pregnant.

"There are a few more tests we need to do, Alisa," Kate finally spoke again, "First there's the pelvic exam and the most important one. Then we'll measure your uterus to see how far along you are and last, but not least, is an ultrasound. You'll get to see your baby and listen to its heart beat. We'll also take a picture you can keep to show to your family."

Wait, see the baby and take pictures? That meant the doctor would see too what the baby looked like and this made Alisa feel like she would throw up. There was no telling what features were prominent in this child. If Dr. Wallace saw any trace of abnormality, such as green skin, she was doomed.

"How clearly does the ultrasound show?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Well, it's not like those fancy ones, if that's what you mean," Kate answered, "It only shows in grainy black and white."

Alisa almost breathed a sigh of relief. That information alone alleviated her fears. There was no chance then of seeing something out of the ordinary.

"If you want one of those though, there's-" Dr. Wallace tried.

"No, that's okay," Alisa quickly interrupted, "I'll be happy with this one."

"All right then," Kate replied, "You'll need to change out of your clothes into a paper gown for this part of the exam."

She opened a cabinet and retrieved said gown contained in a tiny package. Alisa took off her dress, leggings and underwear and pulled the flimsy gown around her body that Dr. Wallace had ready for her. It felt like sandpaper against her skin and did nothing to warm her. She gave an involuntary shiver.

"Now, I need you to lie on your back and just relax," Kate instructed, "You'll have to spread apart your legs and bend your knees. I'll put your feet on the footrests so you'll be more comfortable."

She slid out a panel on both sides of the table large enough to place one's feet on. She then helped to position Alisa's feet on to the rests. Afterwards, she began gathering all the instruments she needed to perform the exam.

The position was awkward, but not uncomfortable for Alisa. Her body was conditioned from ninja training to handle such situations. A healthy sexual life didn't hurt either.

The exam was soon underway and it took in all at least ten minutes. Kate noted everything seemed to be normal. The results of the Pap smear would have to wait a few days or so, but Alisa was in overall good health. She measured her uterus as well and determined she was at ten weeks gestation.

"When you get your clothes back on, we'll go down to the ultrasound room," Kate told her.

Alisa tore the paper gown off and quickly redressed. A moment later, she jumped down from the exam table and walked out of the room. Dr. Wallace and April joined her in the hall shortly. Kate stepped ahead of the two women and led them to another room. While it was set up like a normal exam room, there were a few pieces of heavy medical machinery and equipment specifically designed to detect what was inside the body.

"Alisa, climb up on the table and lie down, please," Kate told her, "You won't need to take off your clothes for this, but I do need you to pull up your dress and push the waistband of your leggings down below your stomach."

The younger woman obediently carried out these instructions as the doctor prepared the ultrasound machine. Kate found a packet of clear gel and squirted it onto her bare belly. Alisa yelped involuntarily as the substance was spread over her skin.

"That's cold!" she exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Wallace apologized, "I forgot to warn you."

Alisa was a little miffed to be shivering again, but that was soon replaced with growing anticipation. She was scared and excited all at once to see her baby; the baby she'd known about only for an hour now. She couldn't wait to get back home and share the news first with Leonardo. He would be so surprised, she knew, but so happy to learn they were having a baby. Something both of them never believed was possible.

Kate held a small instrument in her hand and she pressed it against the gel. She proceeded to move it around her stomach several times. At first, there was only static silence and then came what sounded like tiny, rapidly galloping hoof beats.

"That's your baby's heart beat," she told Alisa, with a broad smile.

Alisa was too awed to speak, but the single tear that rolled down her cheek was enough. Kate counted the beats for a full minute and was satisfied to note the heart rate was normal.

"It sounds strong and healthy too," she added.

"Takes after its daddy then," Alisa chuckled, quietly, finding her voice at last.

Kate smiled and moved the device again. She concentrated on the monitor ahead on the machine as she navigated over her stomach.

"Now, keep watching that little TV, Alisa," she told her, "You'll see the baby shortly."

A few moments later, blurred images, some light and dark, filled the screen. Kate nodded her head, pleased at what she saw. She studied the lighter image surrounding a darkish blob. The amniotic sac was normal and contained the right amount of fluid.

Suddenly, the blob wasn't a blob anymore as it stretched out and revealed to be a tiny being. Alisa could make out five fingers on each hand and five toes on each foot. It looked human and there seemed to be no visible features that were remotely turtle. The head, however, was a different story. That didn't appear human at all and it scared her.

"Is it normal for the head to look like that?" she asked, a little anxious.

"Oh, yes, it's perfectly normal at this stage," Dr. Wallace assured her, "It won't be more human until later. Don't worry. The baby looks fine. There doesn't seem to be any abnormalities and that's good. We want you to have a healthy pregnancy and baby."

"I'm afraid it's too early to determine its gender," she continued, "But perhaps in two months time, maybe we could take a peek then."

A moment later, the images disappeared and the screen went black as she pulled the device away. She powered the machine down and then began to clean the remaining gel off Alisa's belly.

"And we're all done now," Kate told her, "You can go home and tell your family the wonderful news. I'll get your baby's very first picture ready while you check out at the desk."

Alisa straightened her clothes and stepped down to the floor. She walked out of the room with April not far behind. She followed the red-head back to the front of the clinic to the receptionist's desk.

Fifteen minutes later, she was sitting in the van cradling a small black and white photo in her hand as the two women headed to the lair. In her lap rested a bag Dr. Wallace had also given her with a 30 day sample bottle of prenatal vitamins and a list of foods and drinks she could keep down until the morning sickness eased off. She was to try to have a balanced diet, but to eat lightly and frequently through the day.

Dry crackers, toast, or other bland foods such as bananas and rice was to be easiest on her stomach. Tea was fine, as long as it was non-caffeinated. She could also try sucking on frozen fruit juice cubes or lollipops.

"The guys are never going to believe this," April commented, suddenly, startling her from her thoughts, "I still can't believe it myself that Leo's going to be a father. You know that's going to make him so happy."

"I do," Alisa answered, softly, with a smile.

They soon arrived at the little grocery store again. It was mid-morning by now and there were more people around. Once the van was parked, the two women very carefully made their way to the warehouse and slipped inside unnoticed.

When they were safely within the elevator, Alisa began to relax. Her stomach felt queasy, but it wasn't from nausea this time. She was starving and she figured that was a good sign. As soon as she shared her baby news, she was going to find something to eat.

Leonardo was nearly pacing the floor. It had been over two hours since they'd gone. April said doctors' visits did take a while, but something unexpected must have come up or they would have been back sooner.

The elevator arrived then and the two women stepped into the underground dwelling. Alisa immediately headed to the living room and he met her halfway, gathering her into his arms for a hug. She laughed, a beautiful joyous sound, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

He was glad to see she was feeling like herself again, but there was something noticeably different about her. She appeared to be glowing from the inside out.

"Well?" he asked, "What did the doctor say?"

He noticed for the first time now the bag she carried. A secretive smile formed on her lips and she kissed him sweetly.

"Let me show you first," she answered, quietly.

She dug into the bag and produced an index card-sized piece of paper, which she gave to him. He frowned, studying the black and white photograph closely in his hand. At one point, he even turned it upside down, but realized that didn't seem right either. Yet, all he could distinguish was a sort of blob-like figure. He couldn't figure it out.

"Okay, what exactly am I looking at here?" he inquired, thoroughly perplexed.

The smile turned into a full-fledged grin. Her emerald eyes sparkled and danced with almost child-like giddiness. In a baffling move, she took his other hand and pressed it gently to her lower abdomen.

"It's your baby, Leo," she said, softly, "Our baby. I'm pregnant."

It was as if all of time became frozen in that moment. He was stunned. He almost thought he was dreaming because it was so unbelievable, but he held the proof in that photograph. Now instead of a blob, he began to see a tiny little being with fingers and toes. There was the head near the top and the body captured in mid-stretch.

He'd always known for them to have children was impossible, but here now was this tiny, beautiful miracle. Abruptly, a tear splashed down on his hand. It was quickly followed by another, landing at the edge of the photograph.

He began to sob and laugh at the same time as he pulled her into his arms. He buried his face in her hair, while she rested her head on his chest. She gave a contented sigh.

"I knew you'd be happy," she said, quietly.

"How could I not be?" he whispered near her ear, "I… I can't believe it. I can't believe I'm going to be a father."

"My brothers are going to be uncles," he continued, "Mikey is going to freak when he hears this. Splinter… Splinter will be a grandfather. Do you know how much that's going to mean to him?"

"Yes," she replied, with a smile.

Leo felt like his heart would burst with joy. He could barely contain his excitement. He gently cupped her face in his hand and his lips met hers in a tender kiss.

"What do you say we celebrate?" he suggested, "After we tell the others."

"That's a wonderful idea," she agreed, "But first I'd like something to eat. I'm famished."

He was very pleased to hear this. It meant that her appetite was returning. He would happily make anything she wanted.

"What would you like?" he asked.

"Peanut butter and banana on toast sounds great right now," she answered.

He couldn't help raising an eye-ridge at the strange request. The combination sounded like one of Mikey's creations. However, if that's what she really wanted, she could have it or anything else for that matter. He truly had no idea what to expect during her pregnancy, but he was certain he would enjoy every moment of the journey.

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