Leo is seventeen
Raph is fifteen
Don is fourteen
Mikey is thirteen
The babies are: three-year-old Leo jr, two-year-old Kane and one-month old Raphael jr.
Raph and Leo have been married for four years.

It was five p.m. on a Sunday. Leo was in the kitchen with his three children: Three year-old Leo jr, Kane, who was two, and one-month old Raphael jr. The babies were fussing, as Leo tried to feed them their dinner. "Come on. Eat up and you can go watch TV," Leo said.
"I want Daddy," Leo jr yelled, scrunching his face up and starting to bawl.
"Only I'm here, Leo," his father said. "Come on. Just one more spoonful."
"No!" Leo jr screamed, throwing his spoon at Kane, hitting him on the snout and making him cry. Leo leapt out of his seat and picked up Kane, cradling him to his chest. "Shhh, Kane. It's okay. Don't cry." When the boy was finally calm, Leo set him back in his chair and tried again to get his kids to eat their dinner. Leo jr, as little as he was, folded his arms across his chest and stared at his father defiantly. "You definitely have your father's temper," Leo said. "Fine. Don't. Let's go watch TV." Raph jr let out a squawk and Leo sighed in frustration, knowing the baby needed to be changed. There was just no peace for him. Damn it, Leo thought. Where the hell is Raphael? He said he'd be back home two hours ago. Why do I have to do everything?

"Daddy!" Kane said. "I have a booboo!" He pointed at his snout.
"Hold on, Kane. I have to change your brother."
"But, Daddy!"
"Not now, Kane." Leo picked up the baby, but Kane was insistent and tugged on his leg. "Daddy, kiss it better."
"Kane, enough. I need to..."

"Hey, Leo," Mikey said, entering the kitchen. Leo jr and Kane immediately ran to him and Mikey scooped them up into his strong arms. "How's it going?" Setting the kids back on the floor, Mikey said, "You okay, Leo? You're looking stressed, bro."
"The kids are driving me demented."
"I take it Raph's not here." The unspoken word again hung in the air.
"He said he was helping Casey at his workshop and would be back by five."
"Uh huh. Didn't he say the same thing yesterday, bro?"
"Casey is backed up at the shop, Mikey."
"That's not Raph's problem. He should be here with you and the kids. It isn't fair that you're doing all the work."
Raphael jr cried again. "I'm going to change the baby. Can you watch the kids, Mikey?"
"Sure. I know it isn't my business, but Raph seems to be gone a lot, Leo. Do you think..."Mikey hesitated.
"Think what?"
"That Raph's lying to you about his whereabouts."
"Why would Raph lie to me?"
"Nothing. Forget I said anything, dude."
"I'm going to change the baby. We'll talk when I'm done."

Mikey took the kids into the lounge, settled them in front of the TV and thought back to when he'd overheard Raphael on the phone in the garage the previous evening. "Yeah," Raphael had said. "Tomorrow at one's good. Ya want me ta bring anythin'? Oh. Ya want that, do ya?" Raphael asked in a seductive tone. "I'll definitely bring that. Gotta go. See ya." I think Raph's cheating on Leo, Mikey thought. But how do I tell him? Or is it best I let Raph tell him?

Leo returned a while later, sat down on the couch beside Mikey and said, "So, about Raph?"
"Nothing, Leo. I'm sure Raph wouldn't lie to you." No way am I going to tell Leo. Raph needs to tell him if anything's going on. I shouldn't get involved.
"Of course he wouldn't. I don't know why you'd think he would."
"I do get the impression he isn't pulling his weight with you and the kids."
"Well, after having Raph jr, he needed to get out, you know. For nearly four years, he's hardly been out and has stayed with the kids. I don't mind him going out."
"If it were me, bro, I'd smack Raph over the head and tell him to get his damn butt home. You're too patient with him, Leo, and he's taking advantage of you. You're tired and you shouldn't be doing everything alone."
"Maybe you're right. I am tired and it would be nice if I had help for a change. I'll talk to Raph when he gets home."

Meanwhile Raphael was lying in bed at his "pal" Jared's home. The two had hooked up the week before after meeting at a club. Raphael had said he was meeting Casey, but he'd gone to a club and bumped into the heavily tattooed and bearded biker and had gone home with him. "So," Jared said. "You up to round three?"
"I'm always up for it," Raphael said lustily.

Afterwards, panting heavily, Raphael said, "That was amazin'. Ya think we can do it again tomorrow?"
"You think you can get away from your spouse?"
"I'm sure I can," Raphael said, running his fingers down Jared's chest. "I'm the master of excuses. I barely see him these days. Just as well, because I'm bored shitless with the whole set-up."
"I was the first time you cheated on him, wasn't I?"
"Yeah. I never thought 'bout cheatin' until I met ya."
"You regret it?"
"Nope. Wish I'd done it with ya sober the first time though, so I could remember it. Must have been as great as the other times."
"It was," Jared said. "But would you if you'd been sober?"
"I think so. We ain't had sex in weeks and I miss it. I'm lonely, starved for attention. It ain't right that Leo don't pay me no attention. It's babies this, babies that. Fuckin' dampener on everythin'. I'm fuckin' tired of it. And don't get me started on the nappies. Never ends. Our youngest never stops cryin' and the others are always screamin' and runnin' around like little imps. I can't hear myself think."

Raphael's T-phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, which said Leo, Raphael ignored it and turned the cell off. "Who was that, Raph?" Jared asked.
"Can wait. Round four?"
"Definitely."

Two rounds and a six pack later, Raphael sauntered home, feeling on top of the world. His needs had been met. Now all he wanted was a warm bed and sleep. Arriving home, the TV was on in the lounge and he found Leo waiting, arms crossed over his plastron. "You're late," Leo said. "You said you'd be home at five, Raph."
"What's the matter, Fearless? So I'm a little late," Raphael slurred, trying to move past him.
"It's ten p.m, Raphael. Where the hell have you been?" Leo sniffed the air. "Is that..."
"I had a little ta drink, Fearless. Can I go ta bed? Wanna join me?
"No, that's not beer, I smell. It's..." The cold realization hit Leo like a ton of bricks and pain flickered on his face. "You've been with someone else. That's what I smell."
"And maybe I have? So what? Ain't like ya pay me any attention, Leo. Ya ain't in weeks. I'm lonely."
"So it's okay to cheat?"
"Yer frigid, Leo, and don't meet my needs. I need ta get it from somewhere, right? I don't matter anymore. It's just the damn kids."

"Daddy!" Leo jr said, running into the lounge. "I want some water." Seeing Raphael, he lunged at his father, grabbing him by the legs, causing Raphael to fall and land on his butt. "Daddy!"
"Come with me, Leo," Leo said. "Raphael, you can sleep on the couch." Leo picked up their son and went to his and Raphael's bedroom, tears streaming down his cheeks. I can't believe Raph cheated, he thought, as he settled Leo jr into bed with him. We made promises to each other to always be faithful. How could Raph do this to me and our family? Is it my fault? Am I a bad husband? Unable to sleep and his heart crushed, Leo tossed and turned all night.

Raphael staggered to the couch and plopped on it, falling asleep in seconds, his loud snoring reverberating throughout the lair, unaware that his life was going to take a dramatic turn.