April's eyes watered as she hung her face over the toilet. A sour taste was left in her mouth from tossing up her meal from lunch. Her chest was sore from heaving and her knees shook. The one thing that April hated most in the world was getting sick. She placed her left elbow on the toilet seat and rested her cheek in her palm. "Yup...I should have known that eating sushi from a food truck wasn't such a good idea."

April closed her eyes and tried to ignore the ringing in her ears and the pounding behind her eyes. She had been like this for the last few days. Food poisoning was a pain in the ass. She decided right then and there that she would NEVER trust food from anything on wheels again.

Nausea hit her again and since she had long ago completely emptied the contents of her stomach, all that was left to come up was awful stomach acid that tasted rancid and burned her throat. When her body stopped heaving, she quickly flushed the toilet and shut the lid. As much as April wanted to get up, all she could find the strength to do was lay her head down on the cold porcelain lid and close her eyes. Exhaustion over took her and she fell asleep within seconds.

"April, I'm here" Raphael called as he climbed through the open window in her kitchen. When she didn't immediately greet him, he called out again. "Yo April, you here?"

Worry over took his senses when she still didn't reply. April would have never left the window open if she was leaving her apartment, emergency or not. And she would have given him a call if plans had changed. Everything in her kitchen told him that she had been awaiting his arrival. Two mugs were on the counter, waiting to be filled with freshly brewed coffee and a box of Raph's favorite pizza was on the table.

Raphael checked the living room. No April and no signs of a struggle. Maybe she was waiting for him in her bedroom. As he passed the bathroom on his way to check her bedroom, he found his pale girlfriend wrapped around the 'porcelain throne'. Concern replaced his worry and he walked into the small bathroom and ran his fingers though her tangled hair. When she didn't react to his touch, Raphael peeled her off the toilet, picked her up bridal style and started walking to her bedroom.

Being lifted off the bathroom floor was enough to wake April up. She looked up and found that she was in her lover's arms and concern was etched across his face. "Raph, how long have you been here?"

"I've been here for about five minutes. I got worried when you didn't answer my calls from the window so I came looking for ya," he replied as he laid her down on her bed, removed his belt and weapons, then laid down beside her.

"My hero," April said with a small smile. "Sorry. I haven't been feeling well for the past few days. I think I got food poisoning from a food truck."

Raphael sighed and shook his head. "I warned you not to get food from them nasty ass trucks, April. I'm surprised that you haven't gotten sick before now since you get food from them all the time. What was it, hot dog or sushi."

Her face reddened and she softly admitted to eating the sushi. All Raph could do was chuckle and shake his head.

"Yeah, I know. Trust me when I say that I will never make that mistake again. I promise I'll go see a doctor if I'm not feeling better within the next few days. Last thing I need is to end up with some disease or a parasite living inside of me because of some bad fish." Raph grimaced and agreed.

"Should I head home since you ain't feeling all that great? You look like you could use some rest." He asked her.

"Nah, I'm starting to feel better now. The puking comes and goes but I stay exhausted with a huge headache. Besides, you're the reason I'm already feeling better. I want you to stay with me." April snuggled closer to Raph's side and smiled. They didn't get to cuddle often, at least not like this.

The couple spent the next few hours talking about their day. Raph told her that he and his brothers had a light run in with the foot ninjas and April told him of a few customers who showed major interest in hiring her to find some antiques for their homes. When she started yawning more and more frequently, he pulled her up to where her cheek rested right above his heart and told her to get some sleep. His steady and strong heart beat eventually lulled her to a deep sleep. Raphael reached down and pulled the sheets over both he and April.

Looking down at April's face made Raphael's heart clench almost painfully. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. He loved it when her red hair wasn't pulled back in the usual ponytail and her face was makeup free. He buried his face deep into her hair, inhaled deeply and breathed in everything that was his girlfriend.

As he exhaled, something 'new' hit on his senses. He took in her scent again and realized that while she smelled the same, something was slightly off. As far as he knew, April hadn't changed anything. From what he could tell she was still using the same shampoo, body wash and laundry detergent. Inhaling a few more times, he realized that he wasn't smelling something different on her skin but that something was different within her.

He kept thinking of what she could be doing that would cause her natural scent to change enough for him to notice. When nothing came to mind, Raph shrugged and chalked it up to April having food poisoning. He placed soft kiss on the top of her head and allowed himself to fall asleep with her wrapped safely in his arms.

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Upholding her promise from a few days earlier, April sat in the waiting room of her doctor's office. She was thankful that they were able to squeeze her into their busy schedule on such short notice. She had just picked up a magazine to browse through when her cell phone started ringing.

"Hello."

"Hey babe. Seen the doc yet?" Raphael asked.

"No, not yet. The nurse took my blood pressure and a blood sample when I got here about an hour ago. I'm hoping that I get called back pretty soon." April replied. And as if the staff was reading her mind, the door on the other side of the room opened and the nurse called her name. "Oh, they just called for me. I'll call you back when I leave. Love you."

She clicked the phone shut quickly and got up to follow the nurse to the exam room. April was thankful that she was a pretty healthy person. Doctors, needles and hospitals made her far too nervous to ever be comfortable around them. When they reached the room, the nurse asked her to wait for the doctor to come in a see her.

April had only waited a few minutes before there was a quick knock on the door and the doctor walked into the room. "Miss O'Neil, I presume. I am Dr Skinner. I see your here today due to nausea, headaches and fatigue."

She nodded and began mentally studying the man before her. Dr Skinner was tall and looked to be in his mid thirties with blonde hair that had a few strands of grey showing through and slightly tanned skin. Before Raphael, April would have been amazed at how beautiful of a specimen of a man that the doctor was. Now, no one compared to her green lover or his amazing muscles. She still couldn't get over every muscle Raph had and how beautifully they all moved when he performed certain tasks. Dr Skinner clearing his throat brought April out of her thoughts. She looked up at him sheepishly and blushed.

"Should I add absent mindedness to the list too, Miss O'Neil?" He asked with a small smirk on his face.

"Uh no, sorry. I'm normally not so spaced out. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that everything seems okay. Your blood pressure is fantastic, you weren't anemic and your blood sugar levels are perfect. You are a very healthy woman who is experiencing completely normal symptoms for someone in your condition." Dr Skinner's last sentence confused her. What condition was he talking about?

April's must have said it all. The Doctor's face went from cheery to somewhat that of embarrassed. "Oh my, I didn't realize that you didn't know."

"Didn't know what? Oh God...do I have cancer or something?" Her heart started hammering in her chest and her head flooded with all kind of possibilities.

"No, Miss O'Neil, you do not have cancer. I'm sorry that you have to find out this way but you're pregnant."

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