Donatello is the best thing that I could have ever stumbled upon. He's loyal, attentive, smart. No, not smart he's a genius. He's able to construct a conversation with me long enough to actually get me thinking and debating. I've never had someone hold a conversation with me for more than a few minutes. With either getting bored, or not knowing what I had been talking about to begin with. Donatello is different. He's there for me when I need him, he knows all the solutions I forget or can't come up with. I feel like with him we could be that evil genius couple to take over the world. We wouldn't, but it's a good example to what I am talking about.
It has been a long time, longer than I or any of us would have ever suspected. I'm happier than I could ever suspect, especially considering the route to my happiness right now is a mutant turtle. Something I couldn't even comprehend if I wrapped my brain around it long enough. All that matters is that I love him. I do, it's great to finally say. He's amazing, anything and everything I could have ever wanted in someone to start a relationship with.
Most guys I've dated have been dumb jock types. Stupid, muscular, idiots that care about nothing other than the big score. Meaning that of course more ways than just one. They'd not get that far, I wouldn't let them. I take that part of the relationship very seriously. Donnie is, like I've said before different.
"So what do you think sweetie, that sound like a good idea?" He says to me giving my legs a slight shake as they lay across his lap to break me away from the dreamlike state. I get lost in him sometimes. Just the thought of him. I smile and nod my head. Of course, I have no idea what he is talking about. He gives me an uncertain look. "You sure?"
"Well, actually. I was kind of fading in and out." I admit putting the book I held in my lap down. He smiled taking it and book marking my page. He leans over and gives me a soft graze of the lips, leaving the sensations across them leaping at him for more.
I resist, as always. I've always been timid and scared when it came to asking for things. Always the polite, scared, girl to speak up for herself or ask for things that I know I would never get denied. Not from him. He leans in again as I keep my eyes closed, kissing my lips again. I lean forward, grasping his lips around mine so they linger longer. I love that too much for it to just be gone in mere seconds.
"I said that while we were watching Eliza tonight we could finally get some free time alone to watch that documentary about the physicality and scientific capabilities of Star Wars on the History Channel." I smile. He hates that movie, yet I have always found it amazing. Ever since I was little I was just memorized by the way it came to be. The whole idea of placing a movie that was made when it was in the past yet made for the future is amazing. George Lucas is a genius. Donatello of course disagrees and thinks that it is a ridiculous and improbable plot and weaponry. But, it's ok I like our little debates.
"That sounds like a perfect evening." I smile taking his hand. He holds mine in his, slowly moving his finger across my knuckles.
"Donatello." I hear from the main room. He gets up in a hurry to his older brother's voice of urgency. I get up too and follow with my curousity getting the best of me.
I lean against his lab doorframe looking upon my older sister, Frankie, Raphael and Leonardo. The girls are trying to dispute something, while Raphael already looks irate and Leonardo his straight faced and body language that can basically speak for itself. I stand back and wait.
"Michelangelo. Downstairs. Now."
"What gives Leo?" Mike asks as he walks down the stairs.
"We're going on a patrol tonight. All of us."
"Why Leo, I already told April…"
"She'll understand Donnie, this is important."
"May I ask why?" He said crossing his arms. I smile to myself, after all these years he's been able to actually stand up for himself while dealing with his older brother's.
"These two here, decided it was a good idea to go and beat up some dragons last night." Raphael said turning towards his wife. Frankie narrowed her eyes.
"Come on princess, let's go play dress up!" Emma said to the little girls watching Dora in the living room. They both smile and nod their heads as they follow Emma upstairs to her and Mike's room. I sigh and walk into the conversation, sitting on the arm of the couch.
"We did perfectly fine on our own last night. I thought we had this understanding?" Samantha asked crossing her arms.
"We had an understanding about how Frankie needed to go out and fight. You are not going out again." Leonardo said glancing over at Sam.
"Why the hell not? Emma is here to watch the girls and Jordon too!" Frankie said motioning her arm towards me. I nod my head as Raphael glares at me for agreeing. I arch my brow and begin to speak as Donnie places his hand on my knee. He shakes his head as I bite back my comment. I suppose it would just make matters worse, especially if it was Raphael I was commenting towards.
Emma walked back down the stairs as she told Harmony to watch over her little sister for a moment. She sat next to me on the arm of the couch as I forced a smile over towards her. She took the same arm crossed stance as I did as she leaned over in my ear for a whisper.
"What's going on?"
"Frankie and Sam want to go out again." I say back just as lightly.
"But, Frankie just wanted to go out once?"
"Yes, but once you are addicted to something for so long and then you have the sweet taste of it again after years of kicking the habit the addiction is even harder to kick."
"So Frankie this is an intervention for fighting?" Emma asked with a slight smirk.
"Yes, I suppose it is."
"You're not going out and that's that!" Raphael said walking away from the group.
"You're not going to tell me what I can and cannot do Raphael!" Frankie yelled back. He turned around on his heel quickly and turned towards his wife.
"You're not going out. We are, the right ones to handle a job like this."
"Oh, so because I am a woman I'm not the right one for the job?"
"You are stayin' here and watchin' our girls. And if I thought that way about a woman don't you think I'd be sayin' this to Sam too?"
"Why can she go?" Frankie whined like a little girl.
"She doesn't have children or a husband that cares about her safety!"
"Thanks Raph." Sam said dryly.
"Leo understands Sammy's need to go out and lets her."
"Yeah, when they're together!"
"Then you and me go out. Like we used to." Raphael was about to dispute but stopped. He seemed as though he thought about the possibilities for a minute before nodding his head. She smiled and wrapped her arms around Raph with a kiss as he picked her up.
"We don't split up. You follow my lead. And, be careful! No going off and trailing a guy that gets away!" He said as he put her down. She nodded her head.
"Jordon, can you watch the girls tonight?" Frankie asks as I nod my head.
"Sure, why not." I sigh getting from the couch. Emma looks at Mikey with a pout.
"You're going out?"
"Yeah babe, I'll be fine. I got my bros with me." He smiled putting his arms around her huge bumped up stomach. She's about ready to pop, somewhere close to three weeks away now. She and Mikey are both really excited.
"What about…" She asked rubbing her stomach. Mikey smiled and put his hand over hers.
"My shell cell. As soon as anything happens, I'll be back here within five minutes. Even if I'm half a city away, five minutes." He smiled kissing her cheek.
"You swear."
"On my Ninja honor." He says holding up his hand. She smiles taking it and kisses him again.
"Why can't you be normal and want to stay home?" Raphael asked Frankie in a sigh. She smiled and kissed him softly.
"Would you love me if I was?"
"No." He smirked pulling her closer.
"See, you love the fighting, crazed freak in me just as much as I love him in you. That's what attracted me to you. That and your raw, passionet…"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Emma said as they started moving closer to one another. "None of that! You should think about birth control!" She said waddling over to Sam as she smiled helping our little sister to the kitchen.
"Ok, you should be the one to talk?"
"I don't have two kids already." Frankie shrugged and kissed her husband.
"Don't come upstairs." She said grabbing Raphael's hand. Donnie winced slightly as he looked over at me, as I smile.
"They're in love." I say to him.
"We are too, and we don't act like that."
"We don't always act on emotion." I say with a shrug. He nods his head. "Course, I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing?" I can feel his worried eyes on my as I look down at my hands. I didn't mean it to come out as badly as it sounded but maybe I did? I sigh as it turns into a shocked sound of high pitched tones coming out of my lips. He picks me up, sweeping me from my feet as I hold onto him around his shoulders. "What are you doing?"
"Acting on emotion." He smiles.