Disclaimer: Nope – don't own the Turtles – they belong to their creators and Mirage Studios. Charlotte and other new characters are from my own imagination.

The birth of four boys.

It was New Year's Day and Splinter rolled over in his bed. He could hear the faint murmur of the television down stairs and the sounds of his wife in the bathroom. He smiled at the new day and closed his eyes again, wondering how long it'd be before one of the boys decided it was time to wake the rest of the world up.

Charlotte entered the room and sat down on the bed, she began to brush her hair. Splinter opened an eye to see his wife's pregnancy. He rolled closer to her and gave her a cuddle.

"Good morning to you to, Splints." Charlotte kissed her husband good morning.

"How's that baby of ours?" He enquired, moving his hands over her belly.

"Think it takes after Raphael. Woke me up at 6am, about the same time he usually gets up."

"Hum... can't understand that kid; he is the last to fall asleep and the first up. If he does sleep in – it's usually because he's coming down with something."

"Yes, but he's always been impatient – remember when he was born! Eight weeks early and still, he couldn't wait for me walk through the doors at the hospital!"

Splinter laughed at the memory, "Lucky you told me, so I could manage to catch him before he hit the floor!"

"I hope this child won't do that!"

"I hope the child isn't like Mikey, he just didn't want to come out did he. He was so happy in there that in the end we had to get him out!"

"Oh please no!" Charlotte remembered the long and difficult birth of her last child. The same day she had been told she could never have another child. And her she was more than ten years later, with only three months to go.

"And not another Donnie – interrupting our anniversary! Remember, I had gone to all that trouble of cooking that meal and getting my Mum to look after Leo for a few hours, when he decided it was time for us to visit the hospital!"

"Yes, that lovely seafood went to waist that night! Maybe that's why? You know Donnie refuses to eat seafood."

"Well the boys would probably say the same about you and your hate of pizza!"

"Well, that's their mother's side of the family coming through there – their love of pizza. Mind you, with the best cook for a mother, they should thank me for doing so well in choosing a wife."

Just then there was a loud bounding up the stairs, and Raphael bounded into his parents room. Ignoring his parents he walked over to desk and started searching for something.

"What are you looking for Raph?"

"Want sticky tap. Need to fix up my spy scope," He held up his home made spy scope.

"Try the box, where I usually keep the tape," Charlotte replied leaning back on her husband.

Just then Mike walked in; he put his finger to his lips and crept up to his brother. His parents did not see he had two pan lids in his hands. He crept behind Raphael, who was too busy fixing his spy scope, when "Clang!"

"Arhh!!!" Raph cringed.

Mike rolled on the floor laughing in his usual little boyish giggles.

"I'll get you! You little....." Raph throw his spy scoter to the desk and started to play wrestle his little brother. Mike continued to giggle uncontrollably, as he attacked Raph back.

"Okay you two, break it up."

"I'm not hurting him, see he's giggling!"

"Four boys! I should be used to this by now!" Charlotte signed.