DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TMNT
Jasper is my OC (Own Character). He's featured in my story 'My Child' (and will most likely end up in more fan fictions) and this is a oneshot with him and his daddy, Leo!

**THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS ONLY JASPER AND THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OF TMNT!

-Jasper is a toddler (exact age unknown :P)

Oneshot

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Jasper chimed.

Everyone groaned and turned their heads to glare at me. I sighed and turned my head to Jasper and away from the movie we'd been watching for 'Friday Movie Night' as Mikey had temporarily called it, since he'd 'temporarily misplaced his radical naming skills'.

"What is it, Bud?" I cooed.

"HUNGW'EY!" Jasper bellowed, waving his hands around in random directions.

"Alright." I sighed, picking him up and heading to the kitchen, the others sighing in relief.

Jasper hummed the lullaby I'd sung to him last night and put one of his hands onto my shoulder, the other hand going on to my plastron with his fingers curving on the bulge it created, as usual.

I got to the kitchen and bent down by the now-open fridge, cooeing, "What do you want?"

"T'roast!" Jasper chirped, "T'roast! T'oats!"

"You want toast?" I asked.

Jasper nodded and flapped his arms out beside him in a bird-like manner, "T'woast! T'woast! T'woast!"

"Okay, okay," I chuckled, "What you want on the toast?"

"Dat one!" Jasper pointed towards the strawberry jam jar.

I rolled my eyes and laughed slightly. Why had I even asked? What else would Jasper want on his toast? Besides vegemite, of course. He'd taken an odd liking to the Australian spread.

I wrapped one of my arms around Jasper's shell so that he wouldn't fall as I used my other hand to grab the butter and the strawberry jam.

"NO BUTT'WA!" Jasper yelled out suddenly. Mikey screamed in the lounge room, causing the others to laugh.

"I told you not to pick a horror movie, Scaredy-Cat!" Raph teased.

"And I told you not to call me that!" Mikey retorted, embarrassed.

I laughed.

"Leo!" Mikey yelled.

I rolled my eyes and stood, placing Jasper in his high chair before grabbing out a plate, four slices of bread, the toaster and a knife.

"No butt'wa!" Jasper whined.

"Yes, butter." I told him.

Jasper whimpered and slumped over. I rolled my eyes and smiled, starting up the toaster and opening up the jar of strawberry jam and the container of butter. Once the toast popped, I began to place the spreads on, Jasper whining as the bread was put onto the toast.

"F'woohd!" Jasper demanded, stretching out his arms dramatically.

I rolled my eyes, "Not yet, Buddy."

Jasper whined. I put away everything – but the plate of toast, of course – before picking Jasper up with one hand, placing him on my shoulder, and picking up the food with the other.

I got back to the lounge room and sat down, placing Jasper on one leg and the food on the other. I picked up a bit of toast and handed it to the small infant who giggled happily.

He chomped on the food noisily, "Nom, nom, nom!"

"Sh, Jasper," I said, placing a hand on his head.

Jasper swallowed his food before repeating, "Shhhh."
I hummed in affirmation. He quietened down then and continued to eat.

And then a zombie popped up onto the screen.

"Night-Night time, Jasper!" Mikey said, standing up from the lounge and bending down towards the mat where Jasper sat, yelling at the puzzle pieces that surrounded him.

"FIT! FIT! FIT!"

"Jasper, night-night time." Mikey repeated. I walked to the back of the lounge and stared at Mikey, watching.

"No! P'wuzzle wine!" Jasper told him furiously, picking up a puzzle piece prior to trying to jam it into the puzzle.

"Don't make me get Daddy." Mikey told the small infant.

Jasper dropped the puzzle piece, smiling happily, squealing, "DADDY!"

I rolled my eyes, "Jeez, thanks, Mikey."
"Heh." Mikey shrugged.

I jumped over the lounge using one hand and walked over to Jasper, picking him up, asking, "You want bed?"

"B'wed-ie time!" Jasper giggled.

I began walking towards my room where Jasper slept, stopping and turning around partway, "Oh, and Mikey?"

"Yeah?" Mikey asked innocently.

"Pick up the puzzle for me while I get Jasper to sleep, 'kay?" I said before continuing to my room before Mikey could muster any complaints.

I didn't haft to turn around to know that Mikey was gaping at the thousands of hand-size puzzle pieces spread across the ground, all of which needed to be placed back in its package-box.

"B'wed-dy time, b'wed-dy time, b'wed-dy time, b'wed-dy time," Jasper chanted, placing one hand on my shoulder and curving the other around the plastron on my chest, as always.

"Sh," I whispered, "Otherwise Uncle Raphies gonna come get you!"
Jasper gasped dramatically, his eyes widening in horror, "No' Un'le Waff'ie!"

"What's that s'pposed to mean?" Raph asked from the dining room.
Jasper squealed and buried his face into my shoulder. I couldn't help but laugh. Raph rolled his eyes and went back to his bowl of… Whatever it was he was eating. I continued onto my room and Jasper began singing the lullaby I sang to him; his voice quiet – almost inaudible – as I walked up the stairs.

"Five wittle duck'wings si'ing on a wall. One fell down and went chirp, chirp, chirp. Three wittle duck'wings weft on a wall. One-,"

"Four ducklings, Jasper." I mumbled, smiling slightly.

Jasper frowned and corrected himself, "Floor wittle duck'wings weft on a wall. One fell off and went chirp, chirp, chirp."

I laughed quietly at his – ever so constant – mispronunciation.

He got to one duckling being left on the wall – I'd had to correct him one more time, though – as I arrived at our room. I shut the door behind me and flicked the switch by the door, the light turning on. Jasper giggled and clapped his hands.

"Story or song?" I asked him, nudging his head with my beak.

"Hmm," Jasper flapped his hands out either side of him as he thought before exclaiming, "S'wory wine! S'wory wine!"

I laughed and walked over to the bookcase and bent down, placing Jasper out of my arm so that he could pick a book. He pulled out every one and stared at the covers, singing the 'Little Ducklings' lullaby as he did so, louder than before.

He stopped singing suddenly and picked up one of the books excitedly, "Dis one!"

I chuckled and picked him up as he waved the book around. I laid down on my bed and flicked the high up switch and clicked the button next to it which had a small picture of a book on it (I'd haft to remember to thank Don again for installing it, it's so useful), turning off the light and turning on the bedside lamp.

Jasper whimpered and snuggled into my side. Donnie had said Jasper was probably just frightened of the lighting changing so suddenly, and that he'd get used to it eventually.

"Story time." I reminded him.

"S'wory wine!" Jasper whispered excitedly, handing me the book he'd chosen.

Mikey and April had made a small children book for Jasper's birthday last year and ever since – much to April and Mikey's enjoyment – Jasper had chosen it for every bedtime story, and nobody could persuade him to pick anything else.

The cover had a picture of a turtle with a glittery shell and giant googly eyes.

"Little Turtle, Big Turtle" I began, turning to the first page which had a picture of a big turtle – me – and a smaller turtle – Jasper – by a pond.

"Once ap'ron a wine," Jasper giggled excitedly, jumping up and down.

"There were two turtles," I continued.

"A big toh'tle and a wittle toh'tle." Jasper said happily.

"And what's the big turtle's name?" I asked, looking down at Jasper who was clinging to my arm happily and had the top of his thumb in his mouth.

Jasper giggled deviously, "LEO!"

"Leo?" I faked a gasp, "But that's-!"
"You'weh name! You'weh name!" Jasper chanted.

"And, oh, look, the little one is Jasper. He stole your name!" I cooed.

"Naughty!" Jasper laughed happily.

I chuckled and turned the page.

"One day Jasper and his daddy-," I began before being cut off by Jasper. I rolled my eyes. 'Of course.'

"Were c'wounting!" Jasper cut in.

I laughed and continued when he didn't, "But his Daddy forgot how to count."
"Oh nooo!" Jasper gasped, placing his hands over his cheeks.

"Can you help Daddy-Turtle remember how to count?" I read, pointing to the numbers on the page.

Jasper pointed to each number as he spoke it, "One, two, th'wee, floor, f'wive, s'lix, s'weven, eigh'l, nine, T'WEN!"

I turned the page, revealing the sparkle-ridden, smiley page, "Well done, you helped Daddy remember how to count!"

"YAY!" Jasper yelled, smiling happily and giggling like a mad-man.

A/N: I may add more to this later. Requests welcome!

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