Story Summary: A collection of one-shots featuring Raphael, Amelia, Daisy, and the rest of their unusual family as their new addition grows from a baby to a young adult. Sequels to "Secrets" and "Changes". Please R&R!

Chapter Summary: Raphael gets an early awakening, Amelia is recovering from the flu, and Michelangelo gets some special bonding time with Daisy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or its characters. I only own my OCs.

A/N: Hi, guys! I'm back, as promised, with more Raphelia content (I just couldn't resist...), now if you don't know who Amelia or Daisy are, I suggest you read both of my previous fics featuring them to learn how Raphael and Amelia met, fell in love and the unusual way in which they had their first child. The stories are called Secrets and Changes. I won't be updating this daily like I have with previous fics because I don't really have the time to write a new chapter every day. Also, I wanted to do something different. You guys get to choose what the next chapter is about. At the bottom of this first chapter, there are three prompts for you guys to choose from which I got from a random word generator, and all you need to do is leave a review to say which word you want me to use as a prompt for the next chapter, and the one with the most votes will win. I'll try and get one chapter up a week, but I've already got a mountain of fanfiction work to do for TMNT as it is, so I may not be able to manage once a week. I'll do my best.

Happy reading!

~ Uncle Mimi ~

Raphael had to fight the urge to groan as the sound of his baby's cries came through the baby monitor on his side of the bed.

His exhausted wife lay sleeping beside him, her beautiful face hidden from his view by her thick, honey-blonde curls which had fallen in front of it as she'd rolled over in her slumber. Not wanting her to be disturbed, Raphael eased himself out of bed, covered her exposed arms with the duvet, and then he reached for his bandanna, which sat with his other gear on the Ottoman at the end of their bed.

This particular winter was incredibly cold, and the lair, even though it could be easily heated, was very cold that morning as well, so the hulking turtle tried not to shiver in the cold of the room as he moved to Amelia's side to check on her, since she was just recovering from a bad case of the flu. Then, he went to go and tend to their ten-month-old baby, who was obviously more than ready to start her day.

As he entered Daisy's room, he found the baby sitting up in her crib, rubbing her tearful eyes with her blanket strewn about her legs. She was dressed in a white onesie with pink bunnies on it that Amelia had made for her, and Raphael couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked. Franklin, the ageing turtle plushie, was laid where his daughter had been sleeping, and Raphael could see where she'd been nibbling on him during the night.

"Hey..." He said softly, approaching his daughter's crib, "Morning, little flower."

She reached for him tearfully, which broke his heart. He hated hearing her cry or seeing her looking so forlorn. This beautiful little girl meant everything to him, and as he carefully lifted her into his arms, he felt his heart pang in his chest, just as it did every time he held her. Daisy pressed into him, trying to wrap her chubby little arms around his broad neck with an urgency her father had never known before.

Sitting in the rocking chair with her, Raphael secured her in his arms before he started to slowly rock back and forth with her, hushing her and pressing loving kisses to her head. Daisy cuddled up to him, sniffling pitifully and murmuring to herself as she steadily calmed down in her daddy's embrace. Raphael appreciated these moments, more than anyone would ever realise, because it was just him and his little girl, with no-one to interrupt. He loved just sitting with her by himself, whether they were having a cuddle like this, or he was reading to her, or they were playing. Amelia tried to give them this one-on-one time because she knew how important it was to Raphael to share these precious moments with their baby.

"Now, ain't you just a sight for sore eyes this morning?" He spoke to her so gently, "You sleep okay, beautiful?"

Daisy sniffled, pulling back to gaze up at her father.

"Ba-Ba..." She hummed, leaning into him once more before pressing her forehead to his cheek in a tender gesture.

He loved hearing her talk to him, even though her language was very limited. At this point in time, she could only address him and Amelia with an attempt at a name, and every other communication was made with various gurgles, cries or other sounds. It was great when she started babbling because everyone would talk to her as though they were having a real conversation with her, and sometimes she'd babble excitedly, or laugh, which would bring a smile to everyone's face, without exception. Even her Uncle Vern loved to hear her talking.

After rocking with her for a little while, Raphael wasted no time in getting her into a clean diaper and into a clean onesie. This time, she was in a lilac one with little white stars on it, and he then picked out a hat to take downstairs with them, just in case it got cold enough for her to need to wear it. Picking up the new multicoloured blanket he'd knitted for her a few weeks before, and picking up the plushie that sat in her crib, Raphael then lifted Daisy into his arms, and the two headed towards the living area, where Leonardo was already sitting. It was now six in the morning, so it was far from unusual to see Leonardo at the breakfast table at this time.

"Morning, Leo." Raphael said, setting the blanket and plushie on the arm of the couch before moving to the breakfast table.

"Morning, Raph." Leonardo replied as he got out of his seat to greet his niece, "Morning, Daisy."

Daisy squealed with delight at the sight of her uncle, and Raphael didn't hesitate before handing her across to him for a cuddle. Leonardo lifted her into his arms and brought her close to him, kissing her forehead gently as his lips curved into a loving smile. Raphael started to get Daisy's cereal ready with a grin on his face as he heard Leonardo blowing raspberries on the baby's cheek. She was laughing softly as he did so, and then Raphael heard what could only be described as a sweet, loving gurgle as Daisy then leant closer to her uncle to try and kiss him.

"Did you sleep well, Raph?" Leonardo asked, moving to sit Daisy in her high chair, "Is Amelia better?"

"She's getting there." Raphael answered as he filled Daisy's sippy cup with fruit juice, "She had a real bad headache last night, but I gave her some painkillers and put her in bed. So, I managed to get some rest for the first time in two weeks."

The large turtle then moved to where his daughter sat in her high chair, pulled up his own seat, and started to feed her the cereal. Leonardo went to make his brother some coffee, which Raphael had grown accustomed to drinking since he became a father. Having virtually no energy seemed to make the hulking turtle gain a particular fondness for coffee.

"Ahh-woh!"

At the sound of the baby's voice, Leonardo turned to see her happily chewing her cereal... With her mouth open. Wincing, he turned back to the coffee maker, listening to the sound of Raphael gathering more cereal onto the spoon for Daisy to eat.

"Yeah... I bet it's yummier than it looks." Raphael's voice was quiet, "Come on, kiddo. Open up."

Leonardo placed the mug of coffee in front of Raphael, who thanked him with a grateful smile while he continued to feed the baby, who sat bouncing in her seat as she eagerly waited for her next mouthful of food. Before the blue-clad turtle could sit down, however, he saw his father entering the living area from his bedroom and moved straight away to prepare some tea for him.

"Morning, Dad." Raphael said with a grin, earning a warm smile in return from his ageing father.

"Good morning, Raphael." Splinter replied, moving to press a kiss to the happy baby's head, "Good morning, Daisy-Mae."

"Bah!" Daisy cried, causing milk to dribble down her chin.

Raphael grimaced and went to wipe her mouth with the bib she was wearing, before getting some more cereal onto the spoon for her to eat. His warm green eyes met his little girl's big, deep blue ones, and his heart melted. It didn't go missed by Leonardo or Splinter, who shared bright smiles as they saw Raphael still for a moment as he gazed at his little girl. Amelia and Daisy had really been the making of him, and he was a better man than they ever believed he could become.

By the time Daisy had finished eating, Raphael had managed to take a couple of sips of coffee, before he then had to clean her up and release her from the confines of the high chair. He handed her to her grandfather, who happily took the gurgling child into his arms to cuddle her. Raphael then moved the high chair out of the way and excused himself to go and check on Amelia.

He found his wife still sleeping peacefully, with no signs of a fever. He sighed with relief, running his hand gently over her messy hair. She stirred at his touch and leant into his hand, causing him to smile down at her. He loved this woman so much. Just knowing that someone had been able to see past his physical differences and come to love him the way she had was more than enough for him.

"Raph?"

"Morning, darlin'..." He whispered, resting the back of his hand against her forehead, "You feeling any better?"

Amelia hummed in response to his question, nodding her head slightly. Raphael smiled, leaning down to tenderly kiss her lips as she turned onto her back, which earned him another, more appreciative hum than the first one.

"Daisy's up. She's been changed, dressed and she's had her breakfast." He told her, smoothing her hair back.

"Have you eaten?" Amelia asked him, opening her deep blue eyes to gaze up at him sleepily.

"I've had half a coffee." Raphael offered with a shrug, "We can have breakfast together for a change."

Amelia started to sit up slowly, her honey-blonde curls falling around her shoulders elegantly as she did. Raphael moved to support her because he could see that she was still weak, and he carefully eased her out of bed with gentle hands before turning to make her side of the bed back up. Amelia moved to get her clothes from the Ottoman as she usually did before she slowly started to dress herself. Raphael stayed close by after he'd grabbed her hooded sweater for her, and Amelia didn't have the heart to tell him not to. He was so protective of her, and he cared for her so deeply. She loved him all the more for it.

"How does oatmeal sound?" He asked her, earning a bright smile from his wife as she steadily brushed her hair.

"Oatmeal sounds great." She laughed melodically, "Was Daisy good for you this morning?"

"She was. I just wish she would've waited an extra half hour before getting up." Raphael chuckled, "I've been up since about five-fifteen."

Amelia winced and bit her lip. They had long days with Daisy sometimes, which could go from as early as five in the morning until a time as late as midnight. They were trying to get her settled into a routine, and it was starting to work, but sometimes the little turtle was just so stubborn that it was hard to get her to sleep when they wanted to.

"You should've woken me." The young woman said, tying her hair up into a messy bun.

"No, I shouldn't. You needed your rest, babe." Raphael replied, moving closer to kiss her forehead before handing her the sweater, "You've been really sick."

Amelia looked up at him for a moment, but she didn't argue. She simply nodded, took the hooded sweater, and slipped it on carefully. The two of them then left the bedroom, only to be greeted with the sight of Daisy being fussed by her grandfather, two of her uncles, and her aunt. Vern was due to come by later that day to see her, as he did twice a week, and there was no doubt that Michelangelo would be dragged out of bed shortly, so soon, she'd have the attention of her third and fourth uncles as well.

Amelia was greeted with very happy voices and a shriek of delight from the baby, who beamed at the sight of her mother. April, who was holding Daisy at the time, set the child on the floor so that she could stumble her way towards her mother. Her walking was improving day by day, and the family tried to allow her to practice these movements as often as possible. Amelia met the child half way and scooped her up into her arms to give her a kiss and greet her.

"Bah!"

A small shriek erupted in the quietness of the lair that afternoon. Then came the sound of Michelangelo roaring like a lion at his niece which rang out through the living area, followed by a sweet gurgle and then a huge belly laugh from Daisy, who was sitting on the floor between her mother's legs, her eyes wide with curiosity and sparkling with joy. Michelangelo crawled towards her again and roared, leaning towards the area between her neck and shoulder before blowing raspberries there, causing his niece to belly laugh again.

"Mmmmi-Mi!"

Stunned, Michelangelo pulled back to look at his niece, who was gazing at him with her big blue eyes, and her hands outstretched towards him. Amelia looked just as stunned as he did, and she pressed a kiss to the top of her daughter's head before speaking gently to her. The sound had literally come out of nowhere, and it was obvious to anyone who heard that sound that Daisy was actually trying to speak. She'd been making attempts to talk more over the past couple of weeks, but they'd never heard anything as clear as this.

"Say that again. Say 'Mi-mi'... Come on..."

"Mmm... M-Mm..." Daisy was trying so hard, and Michelangelo could see her eyes almost cross with the effort she was putting into her attempt at talking, "Mimi!"

She then reached towards Michelangelo, who was swallowing hard due to the lump of emotion that had just risen in his throat. She was talking to him. Addressing him by a name, even if it was an incredibly short, and incredibly feminine version of his name, at least she was trying to call to him. It was so much more emotional than he ever thought it could be and the fact that he was the first of her uncles that she was actually addressing by a name made it all the more wonderful.

The sound of Daisy talking had caught the attention of everyone in the lair, and heads were poking out of various rooms to hear what was going on. Raphael was sitting in one of the armchairs nearby, looking at his daughter with such a proud expression that it made a lump rise in Amelia's throat too. Their little girl was their pride and joy, and Amelia knew how blessed Raphael felt to not only have a wife but to also have this tiny bundle of joy that seemed to bring joy to everyone she met.

"Mimi!" Daisy cried again, leaning towards Michelangelo, "Mimi!"

Unable to speak due to the emotion he was feeling, Michelangelo gently picked up the ten-month-old and settled her in his arms, feeling her start to squeeze his cheeks with her tiny hands as she tried to get him to respond to her. Once again, her sweet little voice filled the air, and the family started to gather around the living area to witness Daisy learning this new word. It was more than adorable to see the interaction between them, but it was also stunning to see Michelangelo actually rendered speechless for once in his life.

"Mimi!" Daisy said sweetly, smiling up at her uncle with a big, bright grin that could melt even the hardest of hearts.

"Clever girl." Amelia praised her, watching her brother pull the baby to his chest to hug her, "Are you okay, Mikey?"

Michelangelo nodded, even though there were tears in his eyes. The love he felt for this baby was astounding, and Amelia knew how important it was for the two of them to get the opportunity to bond this way. Daisy squealed as Michelangelo kissed her head, and she called to him again as she tried to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Love you, dudette." He whispered to her, rubbing her shell before blowing a big raspberry on her cheek, taking the opportunity to clear his throat.

"She's talking?" April asked from her place behind the couch.

"She said my name." Michelangelo beamed, "She's given me a name!"

"She's given you a girl's name." Raphael laughed, causing his brothers and father to chuckle as well.

"Oh, God, I don't care." Michelangelo breathed, holding the baby tighter to him, "She's talking to me..."

Daisy then looked around at her aunt, her grandfather, and her uncles, wondering what on earth was going on. She made a soft cooing noise and then burrowed back into Michelangelo's chest as her mother handed her uncle the blanket Raphael had made for her. She was getting tired, as the family could tell by the way she'd started to suckle on her fist. It was amazing how quickly she could go from being full of energy to actually falling asleep. So, Michelangelo rearranged her in his arms and then wrapped her up in her blanket, before handing her the plushie that sat beside them.

Daisy burrowed into him even further, blinking sleepily as she pulled her plushie closer to embrace it. The little turtle then gurgled again, kicking her tiny feet as she tried to get comfortable in her uncle's arms. Michelangelo carefully moved onto the couch with her so that he could be comfortable while holding her, and Amelia then took that as an opportunity to tidy away some of Daisy's toys.

Raphael got up to go and make himself, Amelia and Michelangelo something to drink, while his little brother contentedly held the sleepy baby in his arms. Amelia turned to him as she put Daisy's building blocks away, offering him a bright smile. Michelangelo was always so good with Daisy. He was more than happy to take care of her, and he made the effort to spend at least an hour of every day with her, one on one. His niece meant the world to him, and Amelia was so proud of how he'd taken to being an uncle.

"I can't believe she said my name." He breathed out, gently stroking the child's hand, "She spoke to me..."

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Amelia replied, taking a seat next to him, "She does have a soft spot for you, though. She doesn't really laugh with anyone else like she does with you."

"I'll always take care of her, Amelia." He promised, his expression now serious, "You know that, right? I'll always look after her."

Amelia nodded, brushing a lock of her honey-blonde hair behind her ear. She knew that Michelangelo was fiercely protective of both her and Daisy, just as his brothers and father were. He'd never let any harm come to them, and if someone did hurt them, they'd pay for it, severely. Amelia also knew that Michelangelo meant what he was saying. He would always take care of Daisy, and if anything happened to her or Raphael, he'd step up to the plate and do whatever he could for his niece.

"I know you will." Amelia whispered, leaning over to kiss her brother's cheek before looking down at her daughter, "Look at her. She has no idea how loved she is."

Daisy was blinking sleepily, snuffling as she rested comfortably in Michelangelo's arms. Raphael, who was returning to the living area with a tray of hot drinks, sat himself down on Michelangelo's other side, which earned a tired smile from Daisy as she saw him come into view. He gave Michelangelo a proud smile, who grinned back brightly before returning his attention to his niece, who was gripping his thumb tightly.

"I'll put her in her crib." He said softly, "Is the baby monitor on?"

"Yeah, it's on, Mikey." Raphael replied, watching his younger brother stand up with the child in his arms as he moved to take her up to her room for her nap.

Once he was out of earshot, Amelia and Raphael moved together on the couch, and Raphael gently put his arm around the young woman, who sank dreamily into his embrace as she curled her feet up onto the couch.

"He's so good with her, ain't he?" Raphael said, watching Michelangelo and Daisy disappear into the nursery, "I never thought he'd get stuck in like he has. He actually offers to change her diapers and stuff now."

"He's grown up." Amelia smiled, "I'm so proud of him."

"Me too." Raphael smirked, ducking his head in a seemingly embarrassed manner, "So... Daisy's gonna be asleep for about two or three hours, which gives us a little time to ourselves."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Amelia asked, arching her eyebrow into a particularly wicked curve.

The smile that lit up her husband's face confirmed that indeed, he was thinking what she was thinking.

"Sleep tight, little dudette." Michelangelo said softly as he tucked Daisy into her crib, "You need anything, you just holler into that baby monitor, and Uncle Mikey will come and get you, 'kay?"

The sleeping baby snuffled, pulling her plushie closer. Michelangelo leant down to tenderly kiss her head, before he turned on her nightlight and crept out of the nursery, carefully closing the shutter behind him. He then moved down the stairs quietly, only to find Raphael laid out on the couch with Amelia in his arms, both of them fast asleep. He grinned to himself, sat down in one of the beanbag chairs, and loaded up his gaming console to have a couple of hours of video game time before Daisy would awake from her nap.

Prompts For Chapter Two:

Broken

Fish

Pillow

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