All in all, she could not ask for a better family. She would protect this mutant family with everything she has.

Even if it killed her.


Three Years Later

"Mama!"

It was a typical day in the lair for the little family of six. Three years had gone by and life could not have been any better. Her children had started calling her that almost two years back when they began learning how to speak. They've been taught how to speak in three languages beside English: Japanese, Italian, and French. Japanese was more easier for the four turtles but Italian and French were a bit difficult. Mostly because they could not roll their 'r's but also because they sometimes mixed up words in Italian with French, and vise versa. Though it was obvious who were more proficient in which language.

Leonardo was comfortable in Japanese.

Raphael preferred English but was well in Japanese.

Donatello was very good in French.

And Michelangelo loved Italian.

But they all fell back on English most of the time since that was what was mostly spoken in their home. They were even taught in the basic of academics, something Donatello excelled in and Michelangelo had trouble with. But there was no rush.

"Sì, il mio bambino?" (Yes, my child) Chantée replied to a now three-year-old Michelangelo. Mikey, as he is now dubbed, smiled really big and clutched at her pants.

"Ca' I he'p Mama make bwea'fas'?" He asked. Chantée smiled at his speech.

"Of course! That makes Mama very happy to have a little helper. But, where are your brothers, Mikey?"

Mikey pointed out the door with one finger, "Donnie fis Waphie toy b'cuz Waphie los' it then smash it wit' he foot. He not see it when he wal' and he foot hur' now, too. Daddy ha' to put ban' aid on Waphie foot b'cuz it have boo-boo on it. Weo thewe wit' Waphie b'cuz Waphie cwy and he cwy made Weo cwy too an' I wanna he'p Mama ma'e food to ma'e Waphie feew better. And-and..." Mikey immediately shot off with a sad look on his face.

"Ah, I see. That's very sweet of you, Mikey. Come on, let's make Raph feel better. I'm sure he'll be happy that you made food for him," Chantée said. Mikey brightened up and cheered. His Mama laughed softly and hefted the small child onto the counter, "Now. What do you think we should make for Raphie?"

Mikey's face pinched up in thought with a finger to his beak.

"Umm... Oh! I know! We ma'e Waphie peanu'budda an' jelly san'wich!" Mikey shouted joyously. Chantée chuckled and kissed the toddler on the forehead.

"I think that is a great idea, piccolo. Why don't we get started?"

The two were enjoying themselves as they made a "get well" sandwich for Raph. Mikey, at one point, almost put candy on the sandwich. Chantée lightly berated him for doing so, but Mikey was happy in the end.

Both blue-eyed beings went into the center of the lair. Raphael was sitting on the squared-shaped sitting space with a disgruntled and upset face. Leonardo was trying to comfort the green-eyed turtle, but said terrapin was having none of it. Donatello was sitting next to him with a toy in hand that had been recently broken. Most likely the one Raph stepped on.

Mikey bonded up to the pouting turtle and gave him a huge smile.

"Waphie! Waphie! Waphie!" He repeated. Raphael glared at his youngest brother.

"What!?" He demanded. Michelangelo ignored his tone and waved his hand toward their mother.

"Me an' Mama made you a san'wich! It 'possed ta make you feew bette'!" The baby blue-eyes turtle exclaimed. Raph switched his attention from Michelangelo to his Mama. He saw that she had a small plate in her hand with bread on top. Chantée sat beside him and rubbed his head tenderly with one hand.

"How are you, my Raph? I heard you got into a bit of an accident."

Raph smiled up to his Mama.

"I'm okay! A little toy's not gonna keep me down. I'm really strong!" Raph gloated. Chantée smiled at this.

"Well, your brother wanted you to feel better, so he asked if he could make you a sandwich," she placed the sandwich on his lap, "Eat up, watashi no chīsana bakuchiku, (my little firecracker) Mikey was really worried about you."

"Okay!" Was said and soon after, the PB&J sandwich was being stuffed down his throat.

"Raph! Don't eat so fast! You might choke!" Donatello nearly shrieked in panic. Chantée placed a hand on his small shoulder.

"He'll be fine, Donnie. Calm down."

"But he should still slow down, Mama. Daddy says it's not polite to eat so messy." Leo supported. Chantée pretended to look thoughtful for a second before stooping in front of Raph who was nearly halfway done.

"I think you should listen to your brothers, Raphael. It is not polite to eat so fast and messily. You could get sick that way." Chantée explained. Raph looked away pouting before nodding and finishing up his peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Mama?" Donnie questioned.

"Yes, mon petit inventeur."(my little inventor) Chantée responded. Donnie twiddled his thumbs and looked to the floor. Chantée waited patiently for the little one to speak.

"A-are you s-still going to go away?" He asked with sadness. The other three terrapins paid attention at this.

Chantée sighed and placed the sad child onto her lap. She rubbed his head soothingly.

"Yes, Donnie. I have to leave for a while for work."

"But we don' want you ta leave!" Protested Mikey.

"I know— and I don't want to leave either! But I have to if we all want to eat and if we need anything. I'll only be gone for a week, at most." Chantée tried to comfort.

"But that's too long, Mama!" Mikey protested. Chantée brought them all close to her. She gave each of her sad turtles a kiss to their head.

"Just try to be strong for me, okay? We can spend as much time as you want when I get back. We could even go to the apartment for a while. How does that sound?" She asked. The turtles still sulked but nodded their heads. Chantée smiled a bit sadly.

"'Tell you what. If everything gets put away in their right places, I'll sing you a song. How does that sound?" Chantée suggested. The four turtles perked up with the prospect of hearing their mama sing.


Sorry for the cliffy! Just in case anyone wants to know - or already knows - I do not own any songs that I post. I don't normally stay in one range of genre.