Chapter Forty-One: Family Additions

AN: Sorry for the delay but still having some home repair issues. Hoping to get everything sorted by the end of this week.

AN2: I may have to make this my official fanfiction source as I've learned AO3 allows authors to write stories that persecute and discriminate real life people. The idea that someone can write a story that openly calls for the violation, torture and death of a person of a minority makes me sick to my stomach. Its called "real life fiction'... and there is no limit to the kind of hatred and violence that can be written and directed toward a specific person or group of people.

I believe in treating everyone with decency and respect, even if I don't agree with them. We are all different. No one is the same. That doesn't give anyone the right to target others and endanger them because they are different.

Sorry (not sorry) for the soapbox.

On with the story...

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Friday arrived and Sable woke up to the smell of a full continental breakfast. Dressed in a bathrobe, she padded downstairs to find four turtles and a rat in the kitchen. Mikey was helping Donnie cook while Raph set the table. Splinter and Leo were in a discussion in the far corner, heads bowed together, Leo nodding in understanding.

"Morning," Sable said, smiling at her extended family.

They were no longer 'houseguests.' They were her family, whether they liked it or not. Especially the blue banded one scowling in the corner.

"Hope you don't mind," Donnie said, stooping to peck Sable on the lips. "Used the spare key to get an early start on breakfast."

"Don't mind at all," Sable said, curling up close to his shell, under his arm and snuggling into him, sniffing the unique scent that was Donnie. "You're family. This is our home."

Donnie hugged Sable closer, his opposite hand scrambling the pan full of eggs.

"Don't I get any love?" Mikey asked sullenly, leaning around Donnie to give Sable a sad puppy dog look.

"Always," Sable said, stepping away from Donnie to give Mikey a hug.

He drank up the attention, casting Donnie a superior grin that had Donnie mumbling choice words under his breath.

Sable patted Mikey's plastron. "Have you been behaving?"

"Yup," Mikey said instantly. He gave Sable his most trustworthy, charming smile. "We have an upcoming mission, so gotta heal and be ready for anything."

Donnie threw Mikey a dirty look at his choice of words. Thankfully, Sable didn't catch his meaning. Donnie had wisely omitted Mikey's injuries and Leo's part in them the few times he called Sable.

"What mission are you planning this time?" she asked, going to the table and settling in next to Splinter, where she gave him a hug in greeting.

To everyone's surprise, it was Leo who spoke. "Foot Clan. Arranging transmission of an experiment. Gonna track their signal and see if we can take out their base."

"Oh my gosh!" Sable gasped, glancing between the four turtles. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely," Raph said, settling down opposite. He nearly took up the entire side by himself. "It's what we do. Stomp on the Foot."

"Give them corns," Mikey quipped, sitting a large plate of sausage next to Raph. "Oh, and bunions. And hammer toes. Whatever they are."

Donnie sat down a stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. Toast quickly joined it.

Sable caught Donnie's wrist, preventing him from leaving to get the eggs.

She stared up his imposing figure, his green eyes alight with love and curiosity. It struck her how devastated she would be if he never came back. If he was lost. Was she even capable of survival without him?

Donnie knelt down, cupping her face. "What's wrong? Why do you look so sad?"

"Promise me you'll be okay?" Sable said, trying (and failing) to choke back tears. "Promise me you'll come back to me."

"I promise,' Donnie said, pulling Sable into his arms and holding her tight.

Sable couldn't stop her tears. "I don't want you to go! You'll get hurt! I couldn't stand if you got hurt. Or captured! Or…"

Donnie shushed her with a kiss that tasted of her tears. "I'll be extra careful. I promise."

"I couldn't bear it if something happened to you," Sable said, clasping his face in her hands and staring into his eyes. "Promise, on your word of honor, you'll do everything you can to come back."

"I promise," Donnie whispered.

Sable glanced to the other three turtles, her gaze lingering on Leo. "Promise me all of you will come back. That you'll be careful."

Despite Leo's recent hostility, he too lifted up his hand as his brothers uttered their solemn oath.

Satisfied with their answers, Sable released Donnie, sniffling back tears and heaving a heavy sigh of relief. Donnie kissed the top of her head and picked up the plate of scrambled eggs, placing it in front of Sable. Waffles, biscuits and gravy, and bacon soon joined the eggs.

Donnie settled next to Sable as everyone began to tuck in.

"Leo, I want you to find the best place to put the guys through their paces," Sable said, startling everyone at the table. She sent Leo a hard, long look, loaded with meaning. "If you're going on a mission, you need to be ready. This is your home, too. And you better come back to it."

"Yes, Ma'am," Leo said firmly. He may not agree with Donnie's relationship but he could respect someone who saw the importance of being prepared.

"Good," Sable said, finding some common ground with the churlish turtle. "Put them through their paces and make sure everyone is prepped."

Mikey and Raph exchanged a look knowing Sable had not been privy to Leo's outburst several days ago, nor did she know of Mikey's injuries, or Leo's, as their bruises had already healed thanks to the mutagen in their system. They hoped their brother was able to keep himself in check. For if he lost control again, with Sable so close to the epicenter, there could be some serious backlash.

When the turtles thundered, they became titans that shook the world.

"But first," Splinter said, interrupting any further conversation concerning training, "we will concentrate on the attic."

"Breakfast first," Mikey amended, digging into a plate full of food.

"I haven't had a chance to go to the hardware store," Sable said between bites. She knew Donnie had a plan and wanted to help with the execution. "Make a list of what you need and I'll see if I can get it."

"Already done," Raph said, dumping sausage, egg, bacon, and crumbled toast onto a large pancake and rolling it up, burrito style. "Truck's unloaded. We did that before coming in."

"Wha?" Sable asked, fork falling lax.

"You just work on keeping us fed," Raph grinned good-naturedly. "We'll do the rest!"

Sable sent a disheartened look to her cupboards, which were heartily stocked, but wouldn't last long with so many hungry males. Perhaps she should clean out the books from the study nook and make it into an expanded pantry?

Something else occurred to her as well.

"Wait, how did you get building supplies?" Sable asked.

"Rented a truck and sent a driver to a hardware store to get everything loaded. Then driver parked the truck at a nearby construction site and when it was clear…" Raph trailed off. "It's how we go grocery shopping, too. Can't exactly walk into a store."

"You don't…steal it, do you?" Sable asked, stomach sinking.

"Nope," Raph said, then added cheekily. "We used to rob banks though."

Sable's mouth hung open, not sure if she should believe him or not. Raph's expression made her think he was pulling her leg. She glared at him, which only made him worse.

"Hurry up," Donnie said, wolfing down food at an alarming rate. "We're running out of daylight."

The clock on the wall read 8:45.

Donnie finished first, putting his plate in the dishwasher and exiting the house faster than a roadrunner with a coyote on its heels. Raph soon followed, then Leo and Mikey, each cleaning their plates and placing them in the dishwasher. Donnie propped open the door and Raph passed through the kitchen, carrying four one inch thick sheets of plywood.

Sable couldn't carry the heavy stuff, so she stayed out of the way, sitting at the table with Splinter and watching the four turtles haul building supplies, Donnie offering a running commentary on where to put the lumber. Three brothers grumbled at him.

"I already marked off the dimensions for the rooms," Donnie explained, carrying a stack of 4X4's behind Leo, who was juggling six bundles of furring strips. "You know your assignments."

Three male voices answered back, one particularly grouchy.

"I better get dressed," Sable said. "I want to clean out the study nook and turn it into a pantry."

"I will help you," Splinter said, putting away his dish and looking expectantly to Sable. His ears twitched. "Point me in the right direction."

Sable grinned, pointing to the shortened hallway that opened into the hideaway room that had been a study room for a non-digital generation.

"I got some boxes to clean out the cellar, but I think we should concentrate on the house."

Splinter shuffled toward the indicated room, his walking stick making a faint tapping noise.

Sable hurried upstairs, changing clothes in record time. She could hear Donnie barking orders in the attic.

"Unroll that wire about twenty feet."

"Use the four inch screws for that base."

"Plug up the extension cords downstairs. We'll have to use the outlets until I can run new lines up here."

Sable pulled on a soft tee shirt and capris, pausing a moment to touch her belly. She wanted to blurt out the happy news the second she saw Donnie, but something held her tongue.

Fear?

Rejection?

His family?

Maybe they wouldn't be so welcoming to a new arrival? Though something told her that wasn't the case. If anything, they'd be overly accepting. Happy. Supportive.

But right now, at this point, with the pregnancy so early and so many things that could go wrong, Sable thought it best to hold off. Wait until she and Donnie were alone.

Then, when the time was right, they would share the happy news with his family.

Once again Sable held her stomach, muttering over and over, "Please, don't have a shell."

Convinced the little berry was sufficiently chastised and warned about developing a shell, Sable returned downstairs to find Splinter engrossed in a book he had pulled from the shelf.

"Sorry," he said, putting the book on the desk. His ears twitched in amusement. "I lecture my sons on distractions and yet when presented with fascinating materials, I indulge in hesitancy."

"If there's anything you want to keep, you're welcome to it," Sable said, picking up an empty box. "Most of this is encyclopedias and dictionaries and stuff from back in the 50's. They're so outdated, it's not even funny."

Splinter offered a soft chuckle. There was a heavy thud upstairs, but he paid it no mind. Knowing his sons, they were totally immersed in their work. The sound was soon drown out by the whine of drills and hammering.

"Perhaps a few reading materials for when I visit," Splinter said, evasively tucking away a handful of books.

"You can stay as long as you like," Sable informed him, pulling out old encyclopedias and setting them in the box for disposal. They were so old, even the library wouldn't want them. "I mean it, Splinter. You're family, too. You want to stay here, that's fine by me. Plenty of room." There was another heavy thud over the cacophony of electrical tools. "At least there will be once they're finished. Unless they tear down the house."

"Donatello knows what he's doing," Splinter said evasively.

Together they cleaned out the study nook, and Sable was surprised by the sheer size of it once they emptied out the layers of books. By the time she and Splinter were finished, the open shelves made the room appear twice as big. Some of the books had been placed on shelves two layers deep!

"Wow, that's a lot of books," Sable said, huffing and puffing. She wiped her brow with the back of a dust coated hand. "Though it doesn't go with a pantry, I think I'll leave the desk in here. Kinda like a keepsake."

"It's quite lovely," Splinter said, eyeing the heavy solid oak desk that stretched the width of the wall beneath the single window with stained glass accents.

Inspiration struck Sable. With their numbers potentially to grow, she would need the room on the opposite side of the bathroom to be a nursery. Not to mention, Splinter was old and traversing the stairs every day might be too much for him as he ages.

"Splinter, would you like to have this room instead of one upstairs?" she asked. "I know the boys can get loud, so I figure you would like a place away from the noise."

"Thank you, my dear," Splinter said, "but you were going to utilize this space as a pantry. As you suggest, more mouths to feed equals more food storage."

Sable shrugged. "The mud room is hardly used. I don't even use that door. Grandma used to use it to tend to her garden and take things to the cellar. I can have the guys board up the windows, add some shelves, and it will be a lot more space than here. Besides, this is also close to the bathroom and you don't need to go traipsing up and down stairs every little bit."

Splinter thought for a moment, stroking his beard. Sable was right. He was getting older and starting to feel it in his joints, especially his knees. He didn't want to admit it, but putting Leonardo in his place had also reminded Splinter of his own vulnerability. His joints ached and pained for three days. Thankfully, he was able to hide his discomfort from his sons.

Sable took his hand. "I'm afraid I must insist." She winked. "It's cooler, quieter, and you get your own private bathroom." There was another thud overhead. "While I'm stuck having a turtle walk in on me when sitting on the toilet."

"You drive a hard bargain," Splinter said, sharing a smile.

"Great! Let me get a couple of the guys to move out the desk…" Sable started, but Splinter cut across.

"I rather like it. Leave it, if you don't mind." He ran his hand along the well worn edges. "We share the common history of being antiques."

"You're hardly an antique," Sable said, glancing about the room. "We can take out those bottom three shelves and put in a twin sized bed. The other shelves you can put some clothes, or maybe I can find a narrow dresser."

"Things are fine," Splinter said, giving her a lopsided smile that showed his worn teeth. "I'm a simple rat."

"You're also Donnie's dad, and you can have your room any way you like."

Sable gave a triumphant huff and flitted from the room, ready to yell at some strong males to do some heavy lifting. She caught sight of the clock and decided to wait until after lunch.

Peeling 10lbs of potatoes, she tossed them into a pot to boil while she searched the fridge for the sandwich meat she bought the day before. Sliced cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and pickles and every condiment known to man was placed on the countertop buffet style. Within twenty minutes of high boil, the potatoes were ready. She put in butter, milk, and salt, mashing half the potatoes, and asked Splinter to call his sons down for lunch.

Splinter scaled the stairs, grateful his joints had healed, and found his sons on the third floor. The four were hard at work, oblivious to everything around them, except each other. They moved as a well oiled machine.

And quite the industrious little turtles they were.

Insulation was up between the rafters. Raph picked up the thinner plywood and Mikey operated a drill, securing each board into place with 10 screws. Donnie was measuring white piping, which three tubes were already sticking up from the floor. Pipes were secured to the inner wall where Donnie planned to connect them to the water main.

Leo was finished constructing a third wall and stood it up on end. Donnie helped position it and held it immobile while Leo secured it into place with long screws. When finished, they checked the stability and nodded approval as the frame refused to budge.

Splinter called, "Lunch!"

Four hungry turtles put down their tools and plodded down the stairs.

"I think we've made some excellent progress," Donnie was saying, following behind Leo.

"Would have went a lot faster if someone had remembered where he put the screws and we didn't waste half an hour looking for them." Leo spoke toward Mikey, who had the good graces to duck his head in shame.

They entered the kitchen to hear Sable bark, "Wash up first! No filthy paws at the table!"

"Yes, Ma'am," four turtles chimed, lining up at the sink and scrubbing to the elbows.

Sable hoped she had enough food.

Splinter was washing his hands, not wanting to incur Sable's wrath any more than his sons, when Donnie nudged Sable to go first.

She poured out a bowl of potato soup and made a turkey, chicken, and tomato sub sandwich, with a large spoonful of macaroni salad on the side. She waited while everyone else grabbed lunch and together, they sat at the table, chatting as old time friends.

Her knee brushed Donnie's seeking his touch. She wanted so badly to take him upstairs for some private time, but that was out of the question. She settled for leaning into him, his shell tapping along her back each time he moved. The edge was a bit sharp. She silently mouthed the mantra for their baby to not follow in its daddy's footsteps and develop a shell.

"So, how's it coming?" Sable asked.

"Slowly but surely," Donnie told her. "Should have the two bedrooms and bath already squared away. Tomorrow, I'll have to turn off the water and power to hook up the plumbing and run new wires."

"While you're doing that, we're going to put in the molding and baseboards," Raph added. "And with Sensei's help, we'll put up the insulation throughout the house."

"My help?" Splinter asked, unsure how he was going to be useful in putting up insulation. The pink stuff made his nose twitch and everything itch. It would take him weeks to get the stuff out of his fur.

"Your hands are smaller," Raph grinned at his dad. "Might be small tight cracks to get into and your hands are better suited."

Raph held up his huge paw in comparison.

Splinter grumped, tail swishing. He was one un-amused rodent.

It didn't take long for the family to finish up. Sable pointed out the heavy boxes loaded with old books to be taken to the curb. With four strong males, the work took less than three minutes.

Leo barked for everyone to get back to their construction work, much to the chagrin of his brothers, and together, four turtles paraded up the stairs. Soon the sound of hammers and drills echoed through the house.

Sable started the dishwasher and tossed two pot roasts and vegetables in crock pots and put them on high. She cleaned up the big soup pot and opened four cans of green beans, putting them on the stove to simmer. They'd be done by dinnertime.

"Want to help me clean out the mud room?" Sable asked cheerfully. "Or do you want to work on your room?"

"I will clean my own room," Splinter said, picking up a bucket that was sitting in the mud room. "I tell my sons to do such a thing all the time, I may as well follow my own advice."

"Cleaners are in this cabinet," Sable said, showing him the tall wooden cabinet with old fashion hinged double doors that opened up to reveal shelves full of cleaning supplies. "If you need me, I'll be tackling the junk in here."

Sable curled her nose at the dozen watering cans, some metal and dinged up, other's lurid colors and discolored from use. There were also seedling trays at least two decades old. Cracked flower pots. Two shelves full of glass jars identifying their flower seeds. Trowels, rakes, shovels, all were rusty and sported cracked handles. They had seen a hard life, much like those who originally owned them.

Old rubber boots, which Sable tossed in the trash in case something had crawled into them, hats, which also received the bin treatment, wire cutters, feed buckets, and any thing else stacked on the shelves or tucked away under the wrap around bench.

No mercy was shown. Sable tossed everything, piling it up in bags outside. Her boys had a lot of haul to the curb. Her garbage man wasn't going to be happy.

Before she knew it, it was almost six.

Sometime during the afternoon the hammering and drilling had quieted. There was the occasional thump, but suspiciously the turtles were quiet upstairs.

Sable washed up and checked on dinner. Putting a dozen dinner rolls in the oven, she went to find Splinter to tell him to wash up.

And found him sound asleep on top the desk.

Fondly she gazed at him, taking in his twitchy tail and flickering ears and shifting whiskers. For a rat, he was rather cute. Especially curled up on top of the desk, mop and bucket long forgotten.

Wanting to let the old rat sleep, Sable crept out of the room and up the stairs. When she gained the attic floor, her jaw dropped!

The large space had been divided into two bedrooms with a bathroom in the middle. The bare beams of the attic were totally covered, blending seamlessly. The freshly built walls in the new hallway were being spackled in by Mikey.

"Wow!" Sable exclaimed.

Mikey jumped a foot in the air, squalling like a scalded cat. He clutched his chest. "Girl, you scared the shell off me! You could totally be a ninja."

Sable grinned. "I leave the professional sneaking to you."

She peeked into the first room where Leo was pulling wires from the middle of the ceiling to install a light fixture when the room was hooked to the main power. He gave her a polite nod and kept to his work.

"Dinner's ready," she informed the blue banded turtle, who was covered in sawdust and sweat.

"I'm going to take a shower first," Leo said, putting away his wire strippers to pick up where he left off tomorrow.

"Looks great," Sable said, stepping into the room. Aside from the missing electrical outlets, an overhead light, baseboards, and molding on the top and bottom, the room looked like it was built by a professional.

"And well insulated for weather and sound," Leo said meaningfully before hurrying from the room and down the stairs.

Sable went into the bathroom, Mikey still spackling merrily in the hall. He would be done soon.

The bathroom was coming along nicely, too. Walls and doors were already complete. A six foot wide area was marked off for a stand in shower. There were also places for a toilet and two sinks. The plumbing was prepped, ready to be hooked to the main line tomorrow.

The third room was another bedroom and like the one Leo was working in, Raph was putting up the last panel on the wall, hiding the insulation. He secured the wood in place with screws, his lip curling aggressively when a screw hit a snag.

Donnie was cutting out the ceiling, tugging some wires down and using a wire stripper to expose their coppery ends.

"Dinner's ready," Sable called, startling the two turtles.

"Finally," Raph grunted, putting down the drill and dusting off his hands.

The two turtles exited, finding Mikey putting away his spackling, sealing the lid tight. He rubbed his plastron.

"I'm starving! What's on the menu?" he asked, falling into line behind his brothers.

"Pot roast, green beans, fruit salad and dinner rolls," Sable counted off. When they got to the second floor, Sable added, "Oh, and your dad is going to use the study room at the back of the house as his bedroom."

"So we don't need an extra bedroom?" Mikey perked up. "Cool! We can have an awesome gaming room then!"

Sable subconsciously touched her stomach. Well, they would be needing the extra bedroom, but it wasn't time yet to inform them of the possible arrival.

She lowered her voice as they reached the first floor. Pointing to the mentioned room, she whispered. "Your dad fell asleep on top the old desk in there. Try not to wake him up."

Three turtles nodded, slinking into the kitchen with the stealth of shadows. Sable took the rolls out of the oven as they washed up and emptied three family sized cans of fruit salad into a large bowl. Donnie placed the bowl on the table while Raph took the dishes out of the washer and placed them on the table.

Mikey opened the fridge, rummaging around for a moment. He stood up, pouting, "What? No beer?"

Sable's expression was priceless.

Mikey played it up. "After a long, hard day of work, I need a beer."

"You're not old enough," Leo said, entering the room freshly bathed and wearing tight black pants.

"One year and two months, dude," Mikey said, waggling his brow. "Then we're legal!"

Leo grunted with disgust.

"Dude, for our birthday this year, let's have a huge bonfire!" Mikey exclaimed, already bouncing with excitement.

"Music, food, safe environment," Sable counted off. She smirked at Donnie. "I'd get to chaperone," her hand slid onto Donnie's thigh, causing his shell to hike up, "take advantage."

Mikey, not one to be left out, added, "Feel free to take advantage of me. I'm one available turtle."

Donnie glowered but Sable snickered. "Sorry, Mikey, there's only one for me."

Mikey's disappointment didn't last long. Soon the overly happy turtle was launched into a long conversation with his brothers. Splinter joined them halfway through the meal, bleary eyed and rumpled robes.

Sable excused herself from the table to go take a bath. She hoped Donnie caught her inflection, but when she sat in the tub for twenty minutes, alone, she realized he had totally missed her cue. She had hoped to tell him of his impending fatherhood while they soaked in the tub.

Not wanting to go back downstairs, she slipped into bed totally naked, every intention of spending some quality time with her lover.

Donnie appeared around ten, trudging to the tub to take a quick shower. Sable wiggled excitedly, wanting to explode with anticipation. When Donnie exited the bathroom, he was wearing loose fitting grey pants. He crawled in to bed, spooning behind Sable and uttered a gasp when he realized she was totally naked.

Sable rolled over to face him, tugging on his pants in meaning.

Donnie stripped them fast, tail hardening in readiness to please his mate. He reached for the condoms when Sable stopped him.

"You don't need them anymore," she said, tipping him onto his shell and swinging her leg over him. Fingers kneaded the heaviness of his tail, which coated her fingers in frosting as his cock extended at her command.

Donnie spoke through pants as she coaxed him to full extension. "Good. They're too tight."

Sable rose, positioning him to her entrance and lowered herself onto the thick shaft that provided prolific lubrication. She moaned, seating him fully.

Donnie hissed, tilting his hips to offer a little stroke to the inner most recess. He loved to watch her ride him. It was…intoxicating. He cupped her breasts, rolling them in his palms and pinching the dark peaks. Each pinch drew a tightening to her lower half, threatening to rob his senses.

Sable couldn't hold back any longer. She grasped his hands and placed them on her lower stomach.

"The pills didn't work, Donnie," she said softly, gazing tenderly into his sparkling green eyes. "I didn't miscarry. I'm still pregnant."

Donnie's actions ceased. He remained motionless, staring up at Sable, stunned into mindlessness. It took a moment for her words to sink in.

"You're…pregnant?" Donnie breathed, dropping his gaze to her stomach, where her hands covered his.

"Yes," she confirmed, anxious from his reaction.

He was so quiet. Expression unreadable. His cock remained rigid but unmovable. He was simply frozen in time and space.

"And I want to try to keep it," Sable admitted, her thumb caressing his.

"But… how?" Donnie asked, mirroring her action, stroking along her pubic bone.

"The doctor said the pills are only 99% effective." Sable leaned over, extracting the ultrasound pictures she had hidden under her pillow. She held them up in front of her belly. "It's still there, about the size of a strawberry. I talked with the doctor, and she said she can closely monitor the baby in case of birth defects."

"What?" Donnie asked in a hushed tone, one green finger touching the little black and white impossibility.

"I gave her a false story about our families having genetic deformities and she recommended getting an ultrasound every two weeks to closely track the baby's development," Sable said, fighting back the tears as she saw the change in Donnie.

The awe and disbelief. But most of all, the uncontrollable happiness twisting his face into a crying, gut wrenching mess.

"And… you are … okay… with this?" he asked, bottom lip trembling, tears pouring over his cheeks as he struggled (and failed) with his emotions.

"As long as the baby doesn't develop a shell," Sable said, placing the picture at her pubic bone, as if providing a window to what was inside. "But if it does, Donnie, you know I can't pass a shell."

"I know," he breathed, entranced by the picture.

"But, if all goes well, and there's no shell, there's no reason why I can't deliver our baby like normal," Sable said. Already knowing the answer, but still feeling the urge to ask, she spoke. "Are you okay with this?"

Tears sparkled anew in Donnie's eyes. He rose, pulling Sable into a crushing hug, his face buried in her neck.

"Of course I'm okay with this!" He sobbed, drawing her into a kiss that he quickly stopped. Glancing downward to the join of their bodies, he gasped. "We shouldn't have sex! Could hurt the baby!"

Sable grabbed his face, making sure his panicked eyes were focused on her before she spoke.

"The baby is fine. I'm fine. The doctor said the baby was healthy and right on schedule for growing." Sable gave him a kiss, licking his upper lip and tasting the salt of his tears. "Besides, we've been having sex during this entire pregnancy. And if the rough fucking you gave me a few days ago couldn't bother the baby, then I'm pretty sure we're safe."

Donnie looked momentarily appalled. During his two day stay, he had mounted her, quite roughly, several times. Had he would have known she was still pregnant; he would have been much easier.

"Can we wait to tell your family?" Sable asked, caressing his face and exchanging light kisses. He pulsed inside her, drowning out her heartbeat with the ferocity of his own life. "I want to make sure there aren't any complications and I don't have to terminate. Don't want to get anyone's hopes up or face their judgment."

"Okay," Donnie muttered, kissing along Sable's neck.

"Donnie?" Sable asked, dropping the pictures to the bed to clutch at his shoulders while she rose and fell on his thick shaft.

"Hmmm?" Donnie muttered, sucking on her pulse point, fingers digging into her ass, offering her guidance as she rode him.

Sable nuzzled his cheek, whispering in his ear. "You're going to be a father."

Donnie paused, bright, sparkling emerald green, wide eyes regarded her for a moment. He smiled, kissing Sable and adding, "You're going to be a mother."

"I know," Sable breathed as he moved forcibly.

She gasped as that familiar tightening began around her naval, drawing her downward into a spiral that prepared to send her flying outward in every direction. Donnie nibbled along her collarbone and when she felt the first twitches of her orgasm, he bit down, driving upward in powerful strokes.

Pain translated into pleasure and Sable gave a broken cry, not realizing how loud she was. Nor did she care.

Still in the throes of passion, she moaned as Donnie met his own end, thrusting wildly, his hot semen burning her into another prolonged climax.

Slowly, both returned to reality, heavy lidded, sexually sated, and totally boneless.

Donnie rocked back on his shell, taking Sable with him. She shuddered as he moved inside her, rubbing that delicious place no other could touch. Idly, he stroked her sides as she laid her head on his chest, listening to the reassuring thud of his heart.

"Donnie?" she muttered, eyes drooping closed. "Promise me you'll be careful on your mission. That you'll come back to us."

"I promise," he said in the dark, placing a kiss upon her head to seal his oath.

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I think we all needed some turtle love. Time for a shower! hehe

XOXO to all my readers

PJ