Mikey was standing by the fridge in the kitchen, dipping a sausage in a cup of strawberry yogurt Raph looked up from the newspaper he was reading.
They all were kinda used to their mate's strange cravings by now, so Raph didn't comment on that.
He tilted his head, eyeing the smaller turtle.
"What?" Mikey asked finally, chewing slowly on his food.
"Nothing. Just... you got kinda big."
Mikey blinked before looking down on his belly. It was true, the past two weeks he gained more weight, way more than at the beginning. Not so much fat, but his baby bulge had grown pretty much.
"Are you saying I'm fat?" The sea-green turtle asked, eyes narrowing.
"Uh... no... I mean, kinda." Raph was staring at the belly, not sensing the danger until the cup of yogurt hit his forehead, spilling the contents over his face. "Mikey! What the-"
"You fucking tool! I'm carrying our babies and you're calling me fat?!"
Raphael stood up and wiped the yogurt from his face, not understanding why Mikey was so mad about that.
"I was just saying your belly got bigger!"
"And whose fault is that, huh?! Just because you couldn't control your dick I'm stuck like this!"
"You were begging to be fucked! Calm the fuck down!"
"What the hell is going on here?!" Donnie asked from the doorway, alarmed when he's heard the shouting.
Raph looked furious, while Mikey suddenly dove into Donnie's arms, tears running down his face. Raphael's glare turned to a look of confusion as he shook his head.
"Raphie called me fat!" Mikey sobbed.
Donnie's eyes narrowed as he glared at their older mate, arms wrapping protectively around the smaller turtle.
"Are you nuts? How can you say that?!"
Raph's glare returned.
"His belly is twice the size it was last month!"
"He's carrying three eggs! He's going to get much bigger in the next three to four months!"
Donatello wasn't prepared for his little brother to push him away, letting out another sob as he wrapped his arms around his belly.
"I'm not big! You're both jerks! I hate you!" With that he stomped into the living room, cursing and shouting all the while, leaving two confused turtles to themselves.
"What the shell?"
"He's gone crazy, I'm telling you!"
"Looks like the mood swings are starting..."
Suddenly the shouting stopped. Exchanging wary glances, Donnie and Raph carefully approached the living room.
While they've been in the kitchen Leo's come home, apparently.
Their leader had an orange lily in hand, and was currently enjoying a hot make-out session with their baby brother by the couch.
"Great, of course he gets all the good moods..." Raph rolled his eyes, not even reacting to the pillow that hit his face.
xxxxx
The turtles have been searching for a house for quite a while now. And finally they found one that seemed to be perfect.
It was only five minutes from the dojo. It was snug between two other houses, and didn't have a garden, but a balcony and the park with the playground was just across the street.
On the ground floor was a big living room slash dining room with big windows that Leo gushed over, a guest bathroom and a kitchen with an island, something Mikey has always wanted.
The basement held three rooms, one would be perfect for Donnie to use as a lab and for tinkering. Raph could transform one into his gym, and there was even enough room for a hot tub. The other could be used for storage.
On the first floor were four bedrooms, and a big bathroom with two sinks, a shower and a tub. The master bedroom had a walk-in closet and the adjoining balcony, facing the park.
Currently the family was standing in one of the other bedrooms with the agent.
"... and this could be your nursery." The agent smiled brightly, walking around and drawing a picture with his words.
Mikey burst out in tears suddenly. His mates' eyes widened as they exchanged glances. Raph shook his head and stepped back. He would not deal with that right now. Somehow he always said the wrong thing, resulting in him getting hit by something.
Donnie rubbed his little brother's shoulder, smiling.
"What is it, baby?" Mikey sniffed and smiled, tears still streaming down his face.
"I just imagined the nursery. Our babies will love it. They're gonna look so cute in their cribs... just..." Another sob.
Leo's heart gave out as he wrapped his arms around Mikey to console him.
"Aw, angelcakes..."
A second later his eyes widened as Mikey slapped him.
"You smell like vinegar! How could you!" Mikey covered his mouth, quickly turning and running towards the bathroom.
The sound of retching could be heard a moment later. Raph shot Leo a look that said "I knew that would happen." while Donnie cleared his throat, smiling pleasantly at the agent, who was watching them with a rather dumbstruck expression.
"So..." More sounds of vomiting. "I guess we take the house."
xxxxx
Now that they had a house, they needed new furniture for the babies. They would order it and the shop would deliver it within the next two weeks. That was enough time to color the rooms before that.
The first few months they would keep the babies in one room anyways as it was easier to tend to them that way.
"Aaaw, this would look cute..." Donnie smiled, patting a really nice white crib with cream colored curtains and plush stars and clouds hanging above.
Mikey grinned widely, nodding. It was neutral, so they could match the bedding with whatever color-scheme they would decide on. Leo and Raph agreed too, pleased at how smooth this day seemed to be.
"Excuse me," Leo stopped one of the employees. "We need three of these."
"Oh I'm so sorry... I'm afraid this is the last exemplar..."
Three sets of eyes fixated on Mikey as his brothers waited for his outburst. Would he cry? Would he laugh? Or worst, would he-
"WHAT?!" His brothers winced at the volume. "I have three babies in my belly! We need three cribs!"
The employee blinked, unsure of how to react, he glanced at the other turtles before fixating on Mikey again.
"Uhm, yes, I understand, but... but this is the last of that k-kind. It's fifty percent off bec-"
"Why would we buy this crib if there's only one of it?! Do you have an idea how horrible it would look if we just mix three different cribs?! They're gonna think we're favoring one of them, and then they will hate us!" Cue in tears.
None of his mates knew how to calm Mikey. Chances were high that they'd get slapped again. Michelangelo stood there, wiping at his eyes as the tears kept flowing, while the employee's mouth opened and closed like a fish.
Two mute rounds of rock-paper-scissors later Raph cursed under his breath before carefully putting his arms around his baby brother's shoulders in a hug.
"Honey, there are a dozen more cribs just down the aisle... I bet one of them is the perfect one. Why don't we take a look at them, and then you can pick a changing table to go with it?"
Mikey looked up at him with his big blue eyes, lip still quivering. Raph pressed a kiss to Mikey's head, knowing it was a dangerous game.
The sea-green turtle sniffed.
"Can we buy some plushies too?" He asked hopefully, snuggling closer, unaware of the relieved sighs around him.
"Of course, baby. As many as you want." With that, Raphael guided him along the aisle, distracting him.
Leo and Donnie stayed behind to apologize for their mate's behavior.
"Donnie! Leo! Look, it's perfect!" He was grinning widely again, tears and anger completely forgotten.
xxxxx
"When you were pregnant..." Mikey asked Kion, as they were sitting on a bench by the playground "... were you, I don't know, kinda frisky?"
Raph was playing with Elia, laughing as he pushed her on the swing.
Kion snorted in laughter, turning from the scene to watch Mikey wiggle on the bench next to him.
"Kinda? I bothered both Telon and Bogen at work because I didn't want to wait for them to come home."
"It's really nice, actually, the only thing that annoys me is... you know. The leaking." Kion nodded in understanding, rummaging through his baby bag and handing Mikey a wet wipe.
"I suggest you keep those around. There are some sort of adult diapers you could wear, but yeah." Kion laughed at the mortified look Mikey sent him. "Woah chill, I'm joking!"
Mikey frowned, blushing as he quickly wiped his leaking behind. He squeaked when he noticed the tip of his penis peeking out. Kion couldn't help but laugh harder at the pure look of horror and placed the baby blanket from Elia's stroller in his lap.
"You can keep it, Elia claims he hates yellow now. I'm gonna have to buy her a new blanket anyways."
"This is so embarrassing." Mikey mumbled. "I didn't sign up for this."
"It's completely normal. Don't worry, it only lasts about a week and then you're back to your usual self. It just means the babies develop their genders. The overload of estrogen and testosterone is responsible for this... bla bla bla. That's what Telon explained back then."
"That means when this is over he can tell me the genders?" Mikey grinned widely at the thought. "This is awesome, we've been waiting to paint the rooms until we knew their genders..."
He leaned back on the bench and sighed as he stroke his belly.
"Raph is right, I've become really big..." he pouted at the bulge.
"Well, three eggs need room. They get to the size of watermelons. You have a rough road ahead." Kion winced when Mikey blinked at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Duh, you have to give birth to them at some point. I only had one egg and screamed my throat raw. Your mates should start stretching you about two weeks before you're due."
"Oh shell... I haven't even thought about that..."
"I'm gonna show you a few breathing techniques that help, and if you're stretched properly it doesn't hurt as much. I mean, of course they can't prepare you for the size of a watermelon, but when they get two fists inside you it's way easier. The lube is- oh. Sorry."
Mikey bent over the side of the couch to empty his stomach, Kion's hand rubbing his shell doing little to comfort him.
He took the offered bottle of water, taking big gulps. Raph came over with Elia clinging to his hand.
"Everything okay?" he asked, cupping Mikey's cheek.
"Yeeeeah..." Mikey watched as Raph sniffed and narrowed his eyes. "Can we go home? I have a craving you could help me with..."