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A/N: Hi, everyone! Thanks so much for the support so far! I'll have to put a small warning in this chapter for adult content. It is a wedding night, after all! Oh, I also would greatly appreciate it if you could read the additional author's note at the end of the chapter as it contains something that I feel I need to talk about after the chapter is over.

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~ Changes ~

{ Chapter Ten: Uncharted Territory }

After April and Vern had left the lair, and the very drunken turtles had been put to bed by their father, Amelia and Raphael headed towards their bedroom, and already, Raphael's hands were wandering over his wife's hips.

Once they were in their room, Amelia lit her bedside lamp as Raphael locked their door, and he moved over to her as she began to take her jewellery off, pulling her against his plastron before moving to tenderly kiss her neck. Amelia fondly rolled her eyes, leaning into his touch as he ran his fingers over her waist, his lips moving to the space between her neck and shoulder. He then carefully reached for her headband, and tenderly pulled it away from her head, before setting it on the bedside table.

Amelia couldn't help but smile. It was so domesticated, and rather sensual that they would be helping each other undress. She felt him carefully starting to slide the pins out of her hair, gently running his fingers through it as he did so. Once her honey-blonde locks were hung by her shoulders, he then pressed a kiss to her temple, before unzipping her dress. When he realised she had a white, silk chemise underneath, his smile grew even wider. He loved it when she left more to the imagination for him.

He helped her out of the gown, which she then laid on their bed, zipped up and then hung up, carefully storing it in her closet. Raphael had already started to take off his armour, but he soon found Amelia's elegant fingers starting to help him out of it. He smiled down at her as she gazed up at him with a grin of her own, and the next thing he knew, he was being pulled down towards her, and her lips were on his in a slow, tender kiss. The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks that this was his wife that he was kissing. He'd actually married this beautiful woman, and she was actually his. They'd made such a big commitment, and the more he thought about it, the more the need inside him grew.

They parted from their kiss as they continued to remove Raphael's armour, and Raphael leaned down to nuzzle her as she removed his belt from his waist, feeling her take in a shaky breath as he then kissed her once again. Once his armour and gear were gone, his hands moved back to silk covered waist, and his kisses now became more heated as he steadily backed her towards their bed. It was a passionate embrace, one that they hadn't really experienced before. Maybe she was feeling the same way as him, and she was also thrilled at the realisation that they were now actually married.

"From this day, I vow to always love and cherish you..." Amelia whispered as he moved his head to her neck, "You're the most amazing man I ever met."

She bit back a moan as he gently nibbled at her throat, moving one hand to cup the back of his head, while her other wrapped around his large shoulder.

"You're strong, brave, loyal and protective." She whispered again, gasping as he lay her on their bed and then pinned her arms above her head, continuing to kiss her neck, shoulders and upper chest lovingly, "You're the only husband I intend on having, and I'm gonna love you 'til my last breath... You mean the world to me, Raphael... I love you..."

She was met with a deep, passionate kiss as Raphael released her arms, and with a very contented hum and a heavy sigh she wrapped her arms around him, curling into his large form. Raphael ran his hands over her bare thighs before he steadily started to push the chemise upward, before finally pulling it over her head, leaving her in white silk underwear.

"From this day, I vow to always love and cherish you..." His voice was deep and soft as he spoke, kissing Amelia's lips tenderly before she started to kiss his neck in return, "I never thought I'd be in a relationship with anyone, never mind such a beautiful person like you..."

He hissed in a breath as Amelia's hands wandered over his body, her mouth exploring his broad shoulders before they began to move across the expanse of his neck.

"You've taught me how to love, how to live, and you've made me a better person." He breathed out, a deep moan escaping his lips as Amelia's hand wandered to his lower plastron, "You make me happier than I ever believed I could be. I love you with everything that I am, and I'm gonna do everything I can to make you happy. I love you, so much..."

Feeling relieved that now they'd got their private vows out of the way, the couple met in another fiery kiss, and Amelia felt Raphael's hands move to her bra, and he carefully, skilfully unhooked it before gently removing it from her body, dropping it to the floor by their bed. He explored every inch of her with his large hands, feeling her body melting into his touch as he then leaned down to kiss her more tenderly. Their lips moved slowly together as he settled himself between her legs, before he once again began to make his way downward, feeling her hands cupping his bandanna-clad head as he roamed further and further towards her lower abdomen.

She watched him quickly remove her underwear, and she exchanged a tender smile with him as he then returned to her, allowing his tail to drop down as he supported himself on his right arm, using his left hand to lovingly stroke over her hair. Their eyes met as she removed his bandanna, and once it was gone from his handsome face, they smiled at each other again, before their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.

Their lower halves brushed together and Amelia took in a deep breath, allowing Raphael to line himself up against her. He kissed her again, pressing against her, which caused her to try and angle herself so that she was more comfortable. She took him in her hand, pressing her forehead to his as he carefully eased inside her, before retreating again ever so slightly to make sure she could adjust to his size.

Once she was settled and comfortable, Raphael rested lightly on top of her, kissing her lips gently as he began to move inside of her. There was no need to rush this. This was their first night together as husband and wife, and he was going to make sure that both of them enjoyed it. Their lips were almost touching as he steadily rocked his hips against hers, and as Amelia's head began to tip backward with pleasure, Raphael leaned down and started to kiss her neck, his free hand reaching to take a hold of hers.

Fingers entwined, bodies moving together, both of them savoured the feeling of being in one another's arms. He could feel Amelia's muscles tightening, and tightening, until after several moments, he felt her reach her climax as she let out a high pitched, breathy moan into the dim light of their bedroom, her fingers gripping his tightly. He soon followed her with a low growl, burying his face in her shoulder as he slowed to a stop, ensuring to keep himself partially supported so that Amelia wouldn't have to take all of his weight.

"I love you, so much..." She whispered, cupping the back of Raphael's head as she drew him closer to kiss him, "Oh, Raphael..."

She breathed out his name in a long sigh, almost as if she'd had a huge weight lifted from her shoulders, and she seemed to try and pull him closer to her, nuzzling against his neck gently. Raphael cradled her to him and lovingly kissed her temple, releasing her hand and gently stroking it over her hair again as he had earlier.

"I love you too." He whispered in return, looking down at her with nothing but adoration in his eyes as a big grin crossed his face.

Beaming up at him, his wife settled down against the pillows as he moved away from her, allowing her to shuffle to her own side of the bed, where she turned out the bedside lamp. In the darkness of the room, Amelia moved over to Raphael and rested against him, allowing him to envelope her in his big, hulking arms. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her to him, smiling softly to himself.

"You have no idea how scared I was today." He whispered, brushing his fingers through her hair.

"I heard you throwing up." Amelia chuckled, "I know exactly how scared you were. I was pretty scared too."

"But, we did it." He said quietly, kissing her forehead, "You're my wife now."

"And you're my husband." She replied sweetly, "It's so grown up, isn't it?"

"I guess it is." Raphael let out a deep laugh, kissing her forehead again, "I'm so glad we did this."

"You and me both." Amelia smiled, humming as she leaned into his arms, "Now, it's been a long, wonderful, yet stressful day. So... We'd better get some rest. I have a feeling we'll have some very hungover turtles to deal with in the morning."

Raphael grinned against her hair and breathed her in, feeling so grateful that he was able to hold her that way. He never thought he would have so much as a friendship with a human woman, never mind a marriage with one. He could feel her slowly sinking into his arms, and as he soothed her to sleep, he thanked his lucky stars that she was his, and that no-one would be able to take her away from him.

Six Months Later

Sitting on the toilet seat, Raphael looked across at Amelia, who was bouncing her knee nervously from her own position at the edge of the bath, her eyes glued to the stopwatch on her phone. As it beeped, they both shared an anxious look before Amelia got to her feet and wandered over to the sink. Her heart sank as she picked up the white stick that sat there, and she turned to Raphael, who already knew what she was about to tell him, despite the fact that she hadn't actually spoken yet.

"Negative."

Her voice sounded so broken as the word left her lips, and her face was wearing an utterly devastated expression. Raphael let out a sigh and he nodded, getting to his feet slowly before pulling his upset wife into his arms. They'd been trying for a baby for around four months. Nothing was happening. This was the sixth negative pregnancy test, and Amelia was clearly feeling upset about the fact that she wasn't getting pregnant.

"Okay..." Raphael spoke softly since his wife was so devastated, "Six tests and nothing. I think it's time we spoke to Donnie. If either of us has an issue, we need to find out what it is. If not, we need to make a choice as to where we go from here."

"You mean stop trying, don't you." Amelia whispered, closing her eyes sadly.

"Possibly." Raphael muttered, kissing her head, "I don't wanna see you go through this every time you take a test. I don't wanna go through this every time you take a test... It's probably my fault anyway... You know... Having fucked up DNA and all..."

"Stop that." Amelia said quietly, "It's not anyone's fault. But, I think you're right. We need to speak to Donnie."

Raphael could sense it. She was going into that stony mood where she'd try and push whatever she was feeling down into the pits of her stomach, despite the fact that it was hurting her to do so. He rubbed her back and held her closer to him, knowing how much she must've been hurting. This wasn't news to him. He never expected to be able to have kids, but for Amelia, she'd always wanted children, so this was taking it's toll on her.

"Come on." He said quietly, "The sooner we do this, the better."

Amelia nodded, discarding the pregnancy test in the trash before heading out of the bathroom with her husband in tow. Donatello was just in the kitchen when they came down the stairs, and as soon as he saw the couple, his smile faded from his face. He knew that they were trying for a baby, and he knew that it wasn't working. He'd taken samples from both Raphael and Amelia to determine if there was any issue with either of their reproductive systems, and since they'd clearly had another negative test, he knew it was time to tell them what he'd found.

"Come on, guys." He said softly, clutching his coffee cup in his hands, "I've got some stuff I wanna talk to you about."

Amelia anxiously wrung her hands in front of her as she and Raphael followed him into his lab. Raphael shut the door behind him and then he and Amelia grabbed a chair, looking to the younger turtle expectantly. They'd first talked about babies to him when they started trying, asking if it was even possible for them to procreate, given the rather astounding differences in their genetic make-up. Donatello had told them that the chances were very slim, but it had never been tested, so they didn't know if it was completely impossible or not.

"So... First of all, I wanna reassure you both that everything's in working order. You're both definitely fertile." Donatello said, pushing his glasses up onto his face, "The issue is that your DNA can't combine properly. Amelia, yours seems to be overpowering Raphael's, despite his mutation. Also, your womb isn't the ideal place to house a turtle-human hybrid. So... I'm almost certain that you won't be able to carry such a baby to full term, if you do happen to get pregnant."

"So you're saying that if I got pregnant, the baby would die?" Amelia asked, sadness glazing her eyes as Raphael took her hand.

"I'm afraid the chances of that are incredibly high. As I said last time we talked, it's never been tried and tested." Donatello said sadly, "But, from my research, I've determined that the likelihood is that you would miscarry. And no-one wants you and Raph, or an unborn child to have to suffer something like that."

"Is there anything else we can do?" Raphael asked, wrapping an arm around Amelia as he saw her starting to wipe tears from her eyes, "Anything at all?"

"Well, I've obviously done a lot of background research before I came up with this plan, but..." Donatello wheeled towards a large crate that was sitting on the floor, and then picked it up in his strong arms before wheeling back towards his brother and sister-in-law, "I may have found a way to give you a baby. I can't guarantee it'll work, but I'll give it a try if you're happy for me to."

"W-What is it?" Amelia asked, her eyes full of hope.

"Well... In this box, there's an incubator that I've built as a prototype." Donatello began, lifting the device out of the crate and then placing it on his messy desk, "I've also made a fake egg. It sounds stupid, I know, but it's something I can monitor properly while it's in the incubator, rather than using an unfertilised turtle egg, and I can also ensure that the conditions are suitable for the baby. No-one's ever cross-bred a human with a mutant turtle, so I don't know what to expect."

Amelia and Raphael nodded, both of them tightly holding onto each other's hands. This was huge for them, and Donatello knew it, which was why he was ensuring that he explained everything to them carefully, including the risks.

"What I plan to do is take DNA from the two of you, kind of like they do with the dinosaur and frog DNA in Jurassic Park, and combine it very carefully." He said slowly, ensuring that they could take in the information, "The best thing to do would be to take more of yours, Raph, than Amelia's, because hers is so much stronger than yours is. So, I'll then transfer the combined DNA to the fake egg, which I can then monitor well enough to attend to the baby's needs."

"But, surely you can't just put this DNA into an empty, fake environment and expect it to grow into a baby..." Amelia whispered, "I mean, isn't there a sac for nutrients, and doesn't it need to expand?"

"The egg I've designed is capable of expanding, and I'll be supplying the nutrients to the sac but, that should develop with the baby, like an umbilical cord." Donatello replied with a smile, "I just want to make sure that the conditions for the baby are ideal. The reason I'm not using an unfertilised egg is to ensure that I can monitor it as closely as necessary."

"So... What are the chances of this working?" Raphael asked, his eyes full of concern.

"I can't give you definitive statistics, Raph, because this has never been done before. There is a chance it will work. But, there's also a chance that it won't." Donatello replied quietly, "If it doesn't, we can try again, but I don't know how you'd feel about that."

"I don't wanna continue with it if this first baby doesn't make it." Raphael said with a shake of his head, "I'm not going through it more than once."

"Neither am I." Amelia breathed out, wiping her eyes, "We're interfering with nature enough as it is."

Donatello nodded with understanding and then reached out to Amelia, taking her spare hand in his own. He squeezed it in an attempt to reassure her, which seemed to work. She offered him a small smile and then wiped her eyes again, thanking Raphael as he offered her a tissue from the box that sat on Donatello's desk.

"Are you happy for me to give this a try?" The purple-clad turtle asked, his grey-green eyes sparkling in the dim light of the lab.

Even though Amelia was incredibly anxious as to what the outcome could be of this unusual form of fertility treatment, she knew that Donatello wouldn't have even brought this up if he hadn't put a lot of thought and effort into researching it to find out everything he could. He was talking about creating a life, so it was good to know he'd taken the matter very seriously. The way he'd handled their conversations was so sensitive, and he'd done his best to make sure that everything had been explained to them in full.

"Yes." Amelia said sweetly, clearing her throat with a warm smile on her face, "I'm happy, if Raph's happy."

"Yeah." Raphael said quietly, his voice deep and gruff, "I'm happy to give it a try. Just once though."

It was definitely a one-time thing in his eyes. If it worked, of course, they may want more children, but he didn't want to have to suffer the loss of child after child, and he didn't want Amelia or anyone else to feel the same loss, so if this didn't work out, he was adamant that they wouldn't try it again. He wasn't prepared to put his wife through any more heartbreak. His brother obviously understood that Raphael definitely meant what he was saying, and that made Raphael feel a lot better.

"Okay." Donatello smiled and sat back in his seat, "Well, I'll get to work on some more research, I'll test the incubator and make whatever adjustments I need to, and then I'll come and get your DNA so I can make a start."

A big grin made its way onto Amelia's face, and the young woman got out of her seat, wrapping her lanky brother in a big, warm hug. Raphael watched her thank Donatello repeatedly as she pressed kiss after kiss to his cheek, and he could only hope that things would work out, because if not, she'd be absolutely crushed.

When Amelia finally let Donatello go, Raphael went to thank his brother. If this did work, and they were actually able to have a son or a daughter, he'd never be able to repay Donatello for working such a miracle. After sharing a brief hug with his brother, Amelia decided to go and make some coffee, which Raphael was starting to take a liking to, which left him and his younger brother alone.

"You are happy to do this, right?" Donatello asked in a near whisper, "You didn't agree to just make Amelia feel better?"

Raphael probably should've been a little offended by the question, but he could see why Donatello had asked him. When Michelangelo mentioned kids after Raphael had announced his plans to propose to Amelia, he'd freaked out. Now, however, his opinion on having children was quite changed. Even though he was scared to death of being a dad, the thought of having his own kids was amazing.

"No, I want this." He answered just as quietly, "But, I mean it, Donnie. If it goes wrong, no matter how much she gets upset, or how much she begs you to try again, you can't give in to her. It's not fair to mess around with nature that way."

"Good." Donatello answered, "Try not to let her get too excited, just in case."

"Sure." Raphael nodded, spinning around at the sound of Amelia practically screeching from the kitchen.

"Michelangelo! This coffee maker is not what you should be using to try and make juice! This has got to stop!" She was yelling, "This is the third time in three weeks that you've broken the coffee maker!"

"I'm sorry, Amelia! I thought it was going to work this time, for sure!" Michelangelo could be heard running towards the kitchen, his tone pleading.

Raphael and Donatello were trying not to laugh as they listened to Amelia scolding the youngest turtle some more. She would be an awesome mother. Her kids would love her, but she'd be pretty scary if they made her mad enough.

"Look, I'm going online right now to order a juicer." She said sternly, "If you so much as touch this coffee maker again for something other than coffee, I'll lock it up, and you'll have to ask my permission to use it. Am I clear?"

When Michelangelo let out a rather frightened sounding whimper, Raphael and Donatello had to bury their faces in their hands to keep from laughing out loud, and they both listened again as Amelia handed their brother the broken coffee maker.

"You'd better take that to Donnie and tell him you broke it again." She told him angrily, "Right now."

"Okay, okay! I'm going!" Michelangelo whined, "I said I was sorry."

"Not good enough this time, Michelangelo." Amelia replied, before her footsteps were heard heading in the direction of her office, where her computer was.

When Michelangelo turned up at the lab, his face flushed with shame and his hands full of clogged up coffee maker, Raphael and Donatello lost control and burst into hysterical, loud laughter. Out of embarrassment, Michelangelo put the coffee maker on Donatello's desk and slowly walked out of the lab, leaving his amused brothers behind.

~ To Be Continued ~

A/N (Please Read!): Okay, so I literally couldn't think of any other logical way for Amelia and Raphael to be able to conceive a baby. Their genetic make-ups are so different and the human body isn't suitable to house a baby turtle, so I didn't think a pregnancy would work. Plus, imagine trying to push out a baby with a shell... Sheesh!

Anyway, I couldn't really go with a fully human baby, because Amelia and Raphael wouldn't want a human baby to be kept in the sewers like that, so the only alternative I could come with was some bizarre kind of IVF treatment, which is what Donnie's providing. I believe that it's been done before in fanfics but with unfertilised turtle eggs. I've gone down a different path and had Donnie design the artificial environment so that he can monitor the baby's development closely and amend any conditions necessary to ensure its survival, so... Please, don't hate me for not going with the pregnancy! It just doesn't make sense to me, that's all. Anyway, thank you for reading the chapter and taking the time to read my ramblings at the end! As always, it's greatly appreciated! Much loves! xx

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