Michelangelo groaned as he forced his bloodshot eyes to open. A piercing scream ripped throughout the lair. He slowly sat up and dragged his legs to the floor. Blinking wearily, he frowned as he checked the time on his bedside clock.

3:34 AM? You've got to be kidding me, I was just in there fifteen minutes ago…

With a sigh, Michelangelo left his room and trudged down the hall to where the shrill screaming was coming from. He sent an envious glare towards Raphael's closed bedroom door, where he could hear the red clad turtle snoring loudly. With a sigh, he entered the dimly lit room at the end of the hallway. The room was small, previously used as a storage closet for the turtles' cleaning supplies. The only furniture was a table, chair and two cots. Rubbing his eyes, Michelangelo made his way to the cot furthest from him, where the howling was coming from.

"Hey Gracie, what's the matter?" The crying ceased almost immediately as the small baby saw her father. Michelangelo reached down to pick her up. Her normally light green face had an angry tinge of red. The baby nuzzled her father's neck while he rubbed her back soothingly. Michelangelo suddenly frowned when a foul smell entered his nostrils. He gently set his daughter down on the table and checked her nappy. Nothing.

Hmm…

Picking up Grace again, he put her back in her cot and peered inside the cot opposite. Sleeping soundly was his other daughter, Summer. Indeed, the smell got worse as he leant down to sniff her sleeping form. He sighed and looked back at Grace, who was watching him intently through the bars. If Michelangelo hadn't been so tired, he would've smirked.

"Yeah, I wouldn't want that smell hanging around while I'm trying to sleep either," With a deep sigh, he lifted her sleeping form out of the cot. He carried her carefully to the table, wincing as she started to stir. Her bright, blue eyes blinked lazily awake at him as he set her down.

"Hey sweetie, I'm sorry to wake you up but this'll be real quick, I promise," Summer scrunched up her little face, but made no noise other than a little squeak as she yawned. Michelangelo grumbled to himself as he set to work doing his least favourite task of fatherhood. As soon as Summer was clean, he lifted her up to carry her back to bed. As he started to set her down, little Summer began to fuss.

"C'mon bub, daddy's really tired and needs to sleep," Michelangelo knew arguing with a baby was pointless, particularly his stubborn twins, but nonetheless tried anyway.

"Summer, please go back to sleep" Summer's fusing only got louder, her little choked sobs soon turned into loud wails. Michelangelo pinched his brow when Grace started to join in the crying behind him. He could feel a bad headache coming on.

"Alright, alright! You win," He hung his head in defeat and strung Summer in his left arm, and Grace in his right. He slumped down in the chair and leaned back, and with a baby in each arm, began to sing.

"Hush, little babies, don't say a word.

Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring"

The little girls cradled in his arms shut their eyes and listened to the sound of their father's voice. A tiny hand reached up Michelangelo's plastron. A weary smile grew on his face as he watched Summer's tiny hand over his heart.

"And if that diamond ring turns brass,

Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,

Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull,

Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull"

Michelangelo paused while he yawned deeply.

"And if that cart and bull turn over,

Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover won't bark,

Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down,

You'll still be the sweetest little babies in town."


The next morning, Leonardo decided that instead of his usual morning training, he would help his baby brother out by making him breakfast. Leonardo knew very well his nieces were keeping Michelangelo up all night, and he wanted to make sure he ate a good meal to keep his energy up. Not that any meal would replace a good night's sleep, of course. Now Leonardo was no master chef, but he managed to make a nice fruit salad topped with yoghurt. Feeling pleased he hadn't broken any appliances or made big mess, he set the bowl on a serving tray and poured a glass of orange juice. Grabbing a spoon as he left the kitchen, Leonardo made his way to his brother's bedroom.

"Hey Mikey, I made you some breakfast" He declared as he entered the room. He frowned, noticing there was no sleeping Michelangelo in bed. Leonardo shoved some junk away with his foot and set the tray down on the ground.

Typical Michelangelo, messy as ever… Leonardo turned and exited the room to begin searching for his orange clad brother when he ran into Raphael.

"Hey, would ya watch where you're goin' Leo?" Raphael frowned as he lifted his large arms over his head and stretched.

"Sorry, I'm just looking for Mikey. He's not in his room,"

"He's probably in the girls' room," Raphael said, mid yawn. Leonardo nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Want to come check on them with me?" Raphael shrugged and followed his blue clad brother to the end of the hall.

"Heh, well would ya look at that," Raphael said leaning against the doorframe. Leonardo smiled warmly at the sight before him. Still sitting in the chair was Michelangelo, his head leaning back as little Grace and Summer slept soundly in his arms.

"Now that has to be the cutest thing I've ever seen,"

"I've gotta get a photo of this," Raphael pulled his shell cell from his belt and snapped and picture. Michelangelo's head shot up at the flash.

"Wha..? Raph? Leo?" Chuckling, Leonardo made his way to his little brother.

"How about you let us take care of them while you get some rest?" Michelangelo nodded slowly. Leonardo lifted Summer's sleeping form and passed her to Raphael and took Grace himself. Michelangelo stood up and stretched, his bones cracking.

"Rough night, bro?" Raphael asked, surprisingly empathetic. His little brother nodded.

"I made you some breakfast if you're hungry. It's on the floor in your room,"

"Thanks Leo, I appreciate it," Michelangelo smiled wearily at his eldest brother before making his way back to his bedroom, leaving Leonardo and Raphael with the twins.

"So do we put them back to bed now, or what?" Raphael asked. Leonardo smirked and shook his head.

"I think it's time they had some breakfast too," Raphael looked down to see Summer's bright blue orbs looking intently at him. He blinked in surprise.

"Oh… Hey Summer," Raphael said, a little awkwardly. Grace's small form had started to stir in Leonardo's arms too.

"Let's get them some food, then they can go in their playpen for a while," Raphael nodded to his brother's suggestion, and followed him out of the nursery to the kitchen. Suddenly, a sharp tug yanked his head sideways. Yelping in pain at his kinked neck, he glanced down to see a smiling baby Summer with his mask firmly grasped in her tiny fist.

And let the day begin… Raphael thought to himself, shaking his head.


This is my first TMNT fic in a very long time, so please go easy on me. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I have had this idea of Mikey having twins for quite some time. The absence of Summer and Grace's mother will be explained in later chapters, I promise!