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Two months since the bad news. And Annaleigh is due in about a week. Shell. It's hard to believe that I'll be a dad in seven days. Never, ever thought this would happen.

Even though everyone's excited about the kid coming, the FOH's plans are hanging over all of us, dragging us down. Two months and we still don't know where they are, or how they plan to release that gas. If we only knew that... We could stop them right now. We should be able to stop them!

Aaron's doing everything he can to help us. But I still don't trust him and there's no way I'm letting him touch my wife. No matter how many times he apologizes to the both of us.

Even Amie's been coming with us and Casey on patrol. For someone who's really never fought before, she can sure kick some shell. Don's got a great girl. He'd better hurry up and make a move. I think he's scared that he's gonna end up pushing her away if he tries to take the next step too soon. I'm pretty sure my sister-in-law won't mind though, since our lives are going to end in about two or three months anyway.

Naturally, I'm the first one in the Lair when we get back home. It's midnight, so Splinter heads to his room, after wishing April and my wife good night. Shadow's asleep in Annaleigh's arms. April takes her daughter from my wife. Who looks exhausted. I keep urging her to get as much rest as she can, but she's made a point of spending every spare moment she can with me.

I pull her close and she tenses, "Annaleigh? Are you okay?"

She relaxes, "I'm fine. The baby hasn't quit moving all night."

"But he's stopped now, huh?" I grumble.

She laughs, "It's okay, di hi. In just a couple of days, you'll be able to hold him."

I'm about to kiss her when Don comes up to us, "So, no more contractions then?"

My Wildcat shakes her head before laying it on my shoulder, my arms still wrapped firmly around her. Two days ago, she'd started having some of those contractions. Don was convinced that she was going to have the baby then. But it was only about four of 'em. And no more since.

Amie taps my purple-masked brother on the shoulder and kisses him goodnight before she heads back to the apartment with the Jones's. She'd moved in with them a few days after Aaron's bad news.

My oldest and youngest brothers have already gone to bed. Aaron watches the four of us closely, his expression unreadable. I ignore him. The baby's starting to kick again, and I can feel it against my plastron. Annaleigh gives me a pleading look, then motions with her head toward Aaron. I shake mine. I don't want her brother to do something that causes her to go into labor before the baby's ready. I start to lead her toward our room, but she's rooted to the spot. And I'm not going to pick her up. I can see by the look on her face that doing so will just make her furious. I sigh, giving in. I can't believe I'm going to let her do this.

She kisses my cheek before gently pulling out of my arms and making her way to her brother. That's when I notice that we're the only three still in the Great Room. Aaron's green eyes meet mine in confusion and I give him a warning look. If he tries anything, I will beat him senseless.

But it looks like my glare is unnecessary. Aaron pulls his little sister into a hug and she kisses his cheek. "I'm really sorry, Annie. I never meant to hurt you," he whispers. I can hear him clearly 'cause I'm standing right behind my wife.

"Don't worry about it, Aaron. It's over with. We've got bigger things to worry about," she answers softly. "Love you."

"Love you too, sis." She places his big hand on her belly for a minute. And then I'm picking her up.

"You're going to bed, Wildcat."

For once, she doesn't fight me.

The next morning and I'm on edge. Big time. And it's not because of my brother-in-law.

"No," I say firmly.

"But di hi -"

"I said 'no,' Wildcat."

"Raphael. Please." Aw shell. Now she's begging. I glare at my wife and she looks back at me innocently, placing a hand on her belly.

I pinch the bridge of my beak, sighing, "Annaleigh. Our kid will be here very soon and you want to go all the way to the farmhouse? Why?"

"'Cause we haven't been since our honeymoon. I want some time alone with you. And we won't be able to go after the baby's born." 'Cause we'll be too busy trying to stop the FOH, of course.

This morning, Fearless had found a note on Annaleigh's dad's tombstone. Basically, it said that the FOH wouldn't release the toxin if we decided to work for the PDs. They'd even given us a place to meet at in three months. Which has given us a lot to work with. Like the fact that Hun is the person calling the shots, apparently. And since we've beat him before... We'll definitely be able to do it again. He's not too smart when he doesn't have the Shredder to lead him by the nose.

I give my very pregnant wife a firm look, "Sweetheart, what if you go into labor while we're up there? It'll be just the two of us, and I won't know what the shell I'm supposed to do."

"Babe, I'm not due until next week-"

"And April had Shadow two weeks before her due date," Donnie says as he walks over to stand beside her. All of us have been a lot more careful to make ourselves heard around Annaleigh lately. She'd had those four contractions when Mikey had accidentally snuck up on her.

"This ain't none of your business, Donatello." Shell. I knew that she's been picking up some stuff from me, but now she's even starting to sound like me. Or, at least a Southern version of me.

"It is too, Annie. Since I'm the one who'll be delivering the baby." My wife is about to blow up on Genius. I can tell that she really wants this. And I want to give it to her. I want her to be happy. But none of us are going to risk her safety. Or the baby's.

That's when Splinter intervenes. "Arguing is not wise, Sora," he addresses Annaleigh. She bows her head, cheeks coloring in shame.

"Sorry, Don." She looks up at me, "Sorry, babe."

Don rubs her shoulder gently.

Sensei holds up a finger, "I do, however, have a suggestion."

All three of us look over at him. But he's looking at my wife, "I suggest that you and Raphael take Donatello and your sister with you. I am sure that the two of them would also appreciate some alone time as well. But," he casts a sidelong at my purple-masked brother, "the two of them are to sleep in separate rooms." I know that he knows that they won't do anything. Master Splinter just said that last part to make Don squirm.

Annaleigh beams at him and looks at me smugly, wrapping both arms around her belly. I roll my eyes as Donnie blushes.

Splinter just chuckles. Great. Thanks, Dad.


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