So these are just short fluff stories about how each guy would react to fatherhood. I've picked the names myself and each is just how I think they would react to their baby.

Mikey is first, cause, well... just cause. Maybe I feel like he would be the first to be a father, as ironic as that is. I have a feeling he'd be a little hesitant and unsure of himself. Like he couldn't really believe he was a father. Some parts, like the teeth and the laugh, may be unrealistic, but they're needed!

It'll just be four chapters, one for each brother. Unless you guys decided you'd like to know a bit more about these kiddos. If so, review and let me know!

I'll update with the others asap.

I don't own TMNT. Just the babies.

Mikey

She had his freckles. Michelangelo's uneasiness quickly drained out of him at the sight of the newborn's familiar facial markings; they were identical to the ones he saw every time he looked in a mirror. He couldn't believe it; the tiny turtle's head fit perfectly in his hand, her miniature body only as long as his forearm. Mikey wanted her to speak, to show him some other sign that she was, in fact, his child. Not too much to ask from a day-old baby, right?

Mikey already questioned his abilities as a father. Hamato Michelangelo: the baby of four, goofball and prankster, the forever child. How realistic was it to think he would be able to handle fatherhood? He shifted the baby in his arms so he could gaze down at her face more closely, still looking for some sort of sign that this perfect, tiny bundle was indeed his daughter. He didn't know what exactly he expected to happen, but he needed something. Something small, just to convince him.

He couldn't even bring himself to name the baby. How could you name something with no personality, no show of individuality? Sure, he could name almost anything, but this was different. This was extremely important. Names carried legacies, promises, expectations. Could he really be trusted with such a huge responsibility as naming a child?

Caught up in his indecision and worry, Mikey almost didn't notice the baby yawn. He panicked. Had he jolted her awake? Were they supposed to be awake this early in their life? Mike didn't know the first thing about babies. Did they start out already able to hear and see and taste? Or was that puppies and kittens… Well weren't they a lot like humans? Did the turtle DNA have any effect on how she would develop? I should've asked Donnie all these questions. How could I be so unprepared? I've had 9 months to get ready for this very moment!

The baby was now fully awake. Her eyes matched her Uncle Leo's; the deep sapphire irises were only a couple shades off of Mikey's. They were huge, like every other baby's. Michelangelo wondered if she would grow out of them or if they would stay wide and round, like his. Her plastron looked so soft. He risked a touch; surely it couldn't be as tough as his own. As his finger met her body he heard a quiet noise, like a hiccup. Twisting his head, he craned his neck to see if anyone or anything had snuck up behind him in his distraction.

Mikey and the child were sitting in the infirmary (now turned nursery) adjacent of Donnie's lab. He had left his family in the kitchen eating their meal, and he didn't expect any of them to be finished just yet. Mikey had planned it this way; he wanted some time alone with the newborn.

Convinced he had imagined the sound, Mikey turned his attention back to the tiny turtle. To his amazement she had her mouth open in a smile, showing off her impressive, although small, collection of teeth. There was the noise again. But this time, Mikey found the source. As he caressed the baby's plastron, she giggled. She was ticklish. And her giggle grew louder the more he stroked her belly; into a full, gleeful laugh that shook her tiny body.

Mikey couldn't help but laugh with her; she had a laugh that caused others to join in.

Other than the high pitch, it sounded exactly like her father's.

My baby girl.

3 years

"Watch Daddy, Daphne. Watch the twirly sticks!"

Mikey sat cross-legged in front of his little girl, trying to stop her crying. Usually all it took was a spin of his nunchaku and Daph would calm down, mesmerized by her father's weapons. But no such luck today. She had asked sweetly for a lollipop, but Grandfather Splinter refused to give her one, saying he didn't want her spoiling her dinner. He promised to let her have it as a treat afterward.

But Daphne wasn't going to have any of that. Her least favorite word was "no", and whenever she heard it she immediately broke down. For this particular tantrum, Daphne decided to throw herself onto the ground, plastron first, and pound her tiny fists in defiance. Hearing her cries, Mikey had rushed from the dojo, shouting "Daddy to the rescue!"

Hmm. If ancient weaponry wouldn't calm his princess, what could? Sitting back on his heels, Mikey racked his brain for the answer. Ah ha! Got it.

Mikey ran for the punching bag. In a sing-song voice, he called to his brother. "Uncle Raph, Daphne needs your he-lp!" Before Raphael could protest, Mikey had him by the arm and was pulling him back to the Pit. Uncle Raph wasn't too happy.

"Mikey, what the-"

"Shhh. Sit here." Mikey plopped his brother down in front of his daughter, in the same position as he had occupied just moments before. Calling to the tot, he reached from behind his brother and pulled Raph's face into a silly grin.

That got her attention. Daphne looked up, tears still streaming down her face. Her red-masked uncle sat in front of her, his eyes narrowed in anger but his mouth set in an unnatural smile. Then, his faced changed. One of his eyes slanted upward, and his bottom lip jutted out. Daphne sat up, clapping her small hands together at the sight of her usually angry uncle looking so funny. Mikey pinched Raph's cheeks together, making his lips purse together like a fish.

He whispered, "Say 'squishy'".

Raph let out an agitated huff of breath. He considered his small niece, who watched him with wide blue eyes, anticipating her Uncle's next move.

"Squishy."

Father and daughter both collapsed onto their shells in laughter. Even Uncle Raph had to chuckle at the sight; the almost identical turtles rolling around on their shells in a fit of laughter. When the goofballs finally controlled themselves, the smaller of the two found herself stuck on her back. Her father saw her struggle and reached over, gently bringing her into his arms. Daphne sighed in contentment and wrapped her tiny arms around her Daddy's neck.

Light blue eyes met sapphire ones, and Mikey kissed his little girl's forehead, happy she wasn't crying anymore. Bringing her closer, he whispered in Daph's ear.

"Let's go get you that lollipop, huh?"

If you don't understand how they could have found that so funny, squish your cheeks together with your fingers and try to say "squishy". It's pretty hilarious.

Raph definitely has a soft spot for the little ones. Why else would he agree to help Mikey out?