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I don't own TMNT. If I did then April wouldn't be a teenager in the new series. I'm just saying...

The four turtles lay peacefully on two pillows, softly snoring away. Yoshi was still up, watching their chests rise up and down slowly. If somebody had told him that this is what his future would consist of, he would have called them crazy. But this would be it, wouldn't it? He would care for four mutant boys for the rest of his life and there was nothing he could do about it.

He loved his baby turtles, of course he did. But if he got the chance to go back in time and change what happened that night, he would most likely take that chance. He sighed and stood up, and looked down at his watch. 7:45 am. A bit too early to wake four toddlers.

Maybe he should take advantage of this spare time and read a book that he'd bought a few months ago but had never actually given it a chance. It was about artists in the Renaissance.

Yoshi sat down again, and picked up the book from the large bag and opened it up. It's first four chapters were named after four very well-known artist in the Renaissance: Leonardo Da Vinci, Donatello di Niccolò di Betto Bardi , Raffaello Sanzio and Michelangelo Buonarroti. For some reason, the names reminded Yoshi of his four sons. He looked up from the book and towards them. He could only tell them apart by the few differences they had. The gap between one's teeth, and one had freckles. He'd have to just guess which turtle had the dark blue eyes and which one had the deep green eyes.

He stood up and walked towards the turtles. Leonardo... he liked that name. He would definitely be calling one that. He smiled down at the one who was at the left of the group of brothers, and carefully placed a paw on his forehead.

"Leonardo..." He whispered. He moved towards next, who was the one with gap in his teeth. He could tell as he was breathing through his mouth. "Donatello..." He whispered again, placing a paw on his forehead. He moved to the one next to Donatello, placing a hand on his forehead as well. Raffaello... He wasn't keen on that. Raphael... That was better. "Raphael..." He chuckled slightly, patting his head softly. Now, he was next to the baby turtle with freckles - at least, he assumed he was the baby. "Michelangelo." He smiled.

Now, Yoshi himself... He could not tell them his name was Yoshi. He lost his name in a battle with his old enemy, Oroku Saki. A battle over a woman...

Yoshi shook his head. He had to come up with a new name. He looked around the station, which wasn't so empty anymore. He had filled the place with rugs and pillows so it would seem a bit more cosy. He couldn't do anything about the heat, though. It was very cold down there, and he had sacrificed his last blanket to his turtles.

Sighing, he looked around. He saw dust falling to the floor. Master Dusty? God, no.

He noticed a cockroach huddling into a small hole in the wall. Master Cocky? Oh, no. Not a chance. Master Roach? That's as bad, or worse.

He noticed a few shards of wood on the floor from where he had been building a door. He'd had a few blocks of wood lying around spare in his apartment from where he was building a shelf for all of his books, but he had more important things in mind now. He frowned and stared at the shards of wood.

Master Splinter... That had a nice ring to it. Master Splinter it is.

As he finally decided on a name, he could hear shuffling from a certain part of the room. Yosh - Splinter looked to find Leonardo sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Leonardo had dark blue eyes...

'That is good to know,' Splinter thought.

Leonardo stood up, stumbling slightly, and Splinter was extremely surprised to see that he had already grew at least four inches in size. Leonardo walked up to Splinter, his arms outstretched. He wrapped his short arms around Splinter's neck and rested his head on his shoulder. Splinter smiled as he could feel a warmth spreading from within his chest and hugged his little toddler back.

"Morning Daddy," he said sleepily.

"Good morning, my son. Did you sleep well?" Splinter asked, sitting Leonardo on his lap.

"Mmm," Leonardo smiled.

"I have a name for you." Splinter grinned as he saw Leonardo's face light up.

"Really?" He asked excitedly. He was definitely awake now.

Splinter chuckled. "Yes, Leonardo. I do."

"Le - Leon - Leonar...do?" Leonardo frowned, segmenting the name. Splinter nodded. "Hmm... it's... nice..." He smiled.

"I'm glad you think so, as I won't be changing it any time soon." The mutant rat chuckled and rubbed his little son's head.

They both looked up and saw Donatello and Raphael headed towards them. They, too, had grown, Donatello a few inches more than his two other brothers. Splinter stretched out his arm and the two toddlers joined him and Leonardo.

"Good morning, boys," he smiled down at them. Donatello grinned back and a corner of Raphael's tugged slightly. Splinter guessed he wasn't really the smiling type. So, Raphael was the one with deep green eyes. Interesting.

"Mor...ning," Raphael replied. He was still learning how to speak.

"Morning!" Donatello said. He could speak extremely well. He was unbelievably smart for a toddler.

"Would you like for me to inform you of your names?" Splinter grinned. Raphael shrugged but he could see in his eyes that he wanted to know. Donatello just looked up at his father with a questioning look on his face. He placed a paw on Donatello's shoulder. "Donatello."

Donatello smiled and nodded. "I like it!"

"I'm glad you do," Splinter laughed, and placed his paw on Raphael's shoulder. "And Raphael."

Raphael just shrugged again. Splinter began to think he disliked the name, but changed his mind when he saw Raphael smirk slightly when he thought his father wasn't looking.

A loud whine echoed through the room. It made Splinter jump, but then he realised it was just Michelangelo. Frowning, he told the three turtles on his lap to stand up for a moment while he saw to the youngest brother.

"What is the matter, my son?" Splinter asked, picking up Michelangelo and cradling him. "Tell me."

"N...nightmare..." he shivered and clung to his father.

"There, there. Dreams cannot hurt you, Michelangelo."

The freckly turtle looked up at Splinter, his cheeks damp, and smiled. "M - M - Mikey...?" He frowned, focusing on the word he was trying to pronounce.

Splinter chuckled slightly. "If that is easier for you... Mikey."

Leonardo, Raphael and Donatello came and huddled around their father whilst Splinter was still comforting Michelangelo.

Once Michelangelo was happy again, Splinter placed him on the ground. A few minutes later, the four turtles were all playing together, throwing tantrums when they didn't win at a game or thought another was cheating. But Splinter didn't mind calming them down.

As that is what fathers do.