Disclaimer: I own nothing! I own none of TMNT! I got this inspiration while reading one cute pug's " How Time Flies". So a shout out to them and check out the story! Read Review Repeat - Donnie POV " Daddy," a four year old turtle tot gurgled happily. Most young ones would play with blocks but Donnie's daughter was no normal child. A true ankle biter, he thought, as he watched her play with the dull shruiken her uncle raph had given her last Christmas. *BANG* A door flew open , as father and daughter turned at the same time to see a large green blur fall with a thump to the cold floor of his sewer slash apartment. A shruiken in their chest. "Argh," Mikey cried as he opened his eyes slowly. "You win this time," he shuddered before playing dead while clutching the shruiken that the baby turtle had thrown at him when he burst in ever so rudely. Donnie leaned down to pick up his little angel before poking Mikey with his toe. "Alright. Shows over," he grumbled. He loved being a ninja, but seeing his baby girl attack an intruder had sent him into protective daddy mode. "You never were a fun one, Donnie" his masked brother jabbed lightly , dusting himself off lightly as he stood. "Anyways, it's time for this babies favorite uncle to take her bike riding,". Both baby and dad shrieked at the same time. One in joy and the other in anger. "No way!" Donatello yelled "You promised," Mikey countered. "Dad-e pwomised," the squirming green bundle mimicked from her place in Donnie's arms. "It rained though- the road could be slippery," Donny countered desperately. Mikey simply have him a " you are such an idiot" look. " Dude, it rained last week and in case you haven't noticed- we live underground." Donnie simply looked down at his baby girl in defeat, she certainly lived up to her name - magire mon ai. He pronounced it maggie mona , a homage to her late mother. One hour later he was chasing his baby's bike. Holding fast to the back seat while she pedaled rapidly. Very slowly ... He let go. He still ran alongside her , perfectly parrellel connected but apart. The joy on her face was enough to keep him from ripping her off the pink bike and covering her in as many elbow pads as he could buy. She gasped as the tiny wheels hit a small bump in the alley, the bike beginning to wobble. "Gotcha," Donnie yelled as he caught the girl. He lay on his back while she rested on his plastron. "I wanna go home," she wailed . He rocked her slowly as a small sleepy smile began to appear on her face. He looked over and began to trace the man hole cover with his free hand. Still holding his daughter he sighed. "Baby- we are home,". A/N: Review please! I almost cried writing this so I hope y'all like it.