The next day was a little more hectic than usual. Zoe was screaming nonstop since 4 am.

And it's 7am now. I just put her down, when I stroll into the living room to get my laptop. Then I smell something heavenly. I walk into the kitchen and there laid out on the table were different assortments of morning foods that range from pancakes to cereal.

"Good morning!" Raph greeted, unusually gleeful. He is not a morning person. I am confused.

"Morning?"I respond, letting the bewilderness slip past my voice. "What is this?"

I walked over to where Raph was standing. He was currently making eggs. "I thought since you had a crappy day yesterday, I figured we start this day off right."

It was only til now that I noticed that the pancakes were heart shaped and perfectly golden. Just the way I like them. I smiled and placed a hand on his cheek. "You're the best husband in the world." I whisper only to him. He grins.

" I know."

As soon as his lips connect with mine, a warm feeling washes over me. But then, a second later, we're interrupted by a sudden cry from Zoe. A grin finds its way to my face, " Excuse me, dear husband, but our daughter beckons me." I announced as I slowly backed.

"And I shall wait for you, my dear wife" Raph joked. I smiled.

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I entered the nursery and picked up Zoe. Her eyes are bright and big, but her mouth was fixed on a frown. "What is it, baby girl?" I asked her. "Do you want Daddy?"

Zo quieted down to whimpers And I rubbed her little belly. "It's Ok, sweetie. I'll get him." I kissed her little head and made my way back to the kitchen. At this point, Raph had finished the food and already was at the table. He stood up when he saw me with the baby.

"What? Is something wrong?"He asked, worried. I shook my head.

"No. Actually, she just wants her Daddy." I spoke softly. I slid Zo into her father's arms and watched as she readjusted by wiggling her body a bit. Sometimes I wonder how this precious little girl was still inside me just 3 weeks ago. I admire the two and smile.

Then…

The doorbell sounded. We both went to see who it was. I opened the door and there stood…

"Dad?"

"Hello, my son," He greeted the turned to me. "April.

"Hello, Mr. Yoshi. What brings you to visit?" I asked.

The older gentleman walked inside and faced us with grim faces. "I wish I was here to just visit my granddaughter," He said, glancing at Zo. She was now asleep, but her tiny hand was curled around her father's finger.

"Then what's this about?" raph asked.

"...Another mission came up," Mr. Yoshi explained. "The boys are getting ready but they asked about you."

"I wish there was another way."

I looked at Raph. He met my gaze.

Me and the guys used to go patrolling the city and protecting it from street-smart thugs and sometimes evil henchmen. How 80's karate action movie-ish does that sound? We used to love going out and doing what we thought most police officers couldn't, until we found out about Zoe. That was it for me.

But it wasn't until after she was born that made me realize how much I truly her loved her and being a mother. I loved my husband and I loved my daughter. I wouldn't give it up for anything.

"I thought we promised to stop?" I questioned. Raph looked at me then down at our daughter. "I know, It has to be serious if it just came up. I have to go."

I looked at Mr. Yoshi then at him. I know this is what he spent most of his life doing, but after Zoe, I'm not the same anymore physically or mentally. I can't take losing him. I'm on my toes and I'm kissing him. When we part, I look up at him dead serious.

"Come back home safe." I whispered. Raph nodded. Once he transferred her back into my arms, he gave her a lingering kiss on her tiny head. Suddenly, he was a step away from out the door when he looked at us. We didn't have to say it. We knew.

Then the door shut.

Almost immediately, Zo started to fuss wiggling her body and whining.

" I know sweetheart," I cooed at my baby. "I know."

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Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes like hours. It felt like an eternity just waiting for him to get back, but nevertheless, I wait. It took awhile for me to calm Zoe down, but after playing with and feeding her she finally fell back into slumber. I fell asleep myself and when I woke up, I noticed that I had 8 missing calls from the brothers. Almost like reassurance, A thunderous knock pounded from the door. I answered it. It was Mikey and he was frantic. "Mikey! What's --" I started.

"Why weren't you answering your phone! We called you like 10 times!" He nearly shouted.

"I think I fell asleep," I confirmed. "Wait, why are you like this? What's going on?"

"Raph got hurt. He's in the hospital."

And it was at this moment that I knew that I was on the edge.

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I was rushing into the hospital as fast as I could without looking inside, but I already felt like I was crashing. We signed in and waited for his name to be called. It took about 30 minutes.

"What happened? Can I go see him?" I asked the doctor.

"Well, he has some debris still stuck in him so he is under going surgey snd that could take a couple hour, but we'll tell you when he's out." He explained.

"It felt like my heart was shattering into a million pieces.

"Again, I'm so sorry."

I slowly sat down in my chair and and looked at my surroundings. Then I look at Zoe.

Our Child.

That's when I realized: I can't lose him. I just can't.

Because I don't know what I'll do if we do.