The bundle in the crib didn't stir, even with the watchful gaze of her parents watching her through the darkness. She wasn't aware of the time, or perhaps of anything around her other than her dreams and the need for food and sleep.
It was like that almost every night, where either Donatello or April found themselves wandering into their daughter's room. The other would follow not long after, and they would gaze upon the small creature with a look of awe and wonder.
It wasn't merely just the fact that they were newly parents, it was the fact that they could create life together in the first place. A miracle, Donnie had said, a rare occurrence with their mutated genetics. But whatever the reason, April was just happy to be a mother to such a child.
Living out in the country could be lonely, the only song that played was either the hum that would escape from April or Donnie's lips and the song that nature played while the stars danced in the sky.
It was a night where April had found her way to their daughter first. Donatello stood by her side, her small hand in his. The only light that lit the room came from the moon outside as the rest of the world slept.
"I have something I've been meaning to do since she was born..." April let her hand slide out of Donatello's and she wandered out of the room. Donatello was tempted to follow but knew that Pandora's box would be opened for him with patience.
April came back with a bundle in her hands, and Donatello's mind couldn't begin to guess what April's surprise could be. A musty scent drifted from the bundle and to his nose, telling him that whatever it was hasn't seen the light of day very often for a long while.
"It's always quiet in here, not that it's a bad thing, but I think she deserves something more than just...this." She nodded at their surroundings and lifted the sheet from the item in her hands.
Donatello gasped, his eyes widening in the darkness. There, in her hands, was a box he had almost forgotten about. It had been so long, but the music box looked the same as it had when he first gave it to her.
April merely smiled at him and placed the music box on top of a dresser. She opened the box, revealing an old and now a bit faded photo of Donatello from when he was a young teenager. The music box began to play, and the tune danced through the air in a haunting melody.
The little girl in the crib didn't stir, but she relaxed at the gentle song her father had gifted her mother long ago. April looked over at Donatello who had a few tears in his eyes, though he'd never dare cry. He never did.
"After all this time?"
"After all this time." She softened her eyes, took Donatello's hands in hers and leaned up for a kiss; just how it had all started when they were young.