A/N: Thank you guys for all of your wonderful reviews through out the entirety of the story so far. I am so happy that I found this site, and that it's so full of wonderful people like you all. Sorry to say, but this is the last chapter for this story. Just like last time, their story is not done, just being continued in the next one. For anyone that might have guessed, Leo's is up next. A New Kind Of Training will be coming out shortly and I'm so excited to try his point of view. If you haven't noticed, I'm starting to branch off into my other fandoms and favorite pairings. I'll probably be posting some one shot's as well. I look forward to seeing you all in the next story, and thanks again for your wonderful, continued support.

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A harsh sound awoke her. She glared through the darkness towards the object of her disapproval. There, across the room, was their alarm clock. She wanted to cry, just a little. Her body was sore and she didn't want to get up. Mikey's snoring felt like heaven as it vibrated his plastron and the bed was warm and comfortable. Pouting, she threw off the blanket, not sure how it'd come to cover her naked body in the first place. Startling quick, it was replaced and Mikey's voice grumbled in her ear. "You, go back to sleep." She felt the bed shift and in a few moments the alarm clock was silenced.

The bed moved again and a heavy arm snaked around her, pulling her hard against the patterned feel of a plastron. A heavy vibration, like when he churred started and she forgot to be an adult. Sleep welcomed her once more.

The next time she woke up, something was tugging on her leg. "Rise and shine, gorgeous." Peeking because she knew the light would be on; she spied the shape of her boyfriend at the side of the bed. "S' time?" She tried to ask.

"Breakfast time, of course, now wake up." She wanted to complain, or resist him, but then she smelled something. "Bacon?"

"Yup, and those nasty grit things you love." Grits and bacon, she internally sighed.

"Butter?"

"And sugar," Mikey added, too chipper. How long had she actually slept? She sat up and looked at the alarm clock. "Holy shit! I missed practice!"

"It's okay, I explained and you're excused."

Mortified, she put her head in her hands. If there was anyone looking out for her, she prayed to them. A tray was placed across her lap. She thought she'd been smelling things from the kitchen, but looking down she had to bite her lip. The only time she'd ever gotten breakfast in bed was when it'd been her birthday, and even then it was only if the current housekeeper was kind enough to remember. She refused to cry and instead inhaled the aroma of the food before her. "It looks so good," she commented before picking up a spoon and shoveling in a mouthful of grits.

Immediately she made a face and groped for the orange juice in the top corner of the tray. Looking at the tray again, she scooped a glob of butter and turned the container of sugar upside down, stirring rapidly. Meanwhile, Mikey was loosing his shit, nearly falling off the bed laughing. "Oh, my, god," he breathed, holding his sides like it would help keep him together. "They're gross without butter and sugar," she frowned.

"They're gross all the time," was his rebuttal.

"This coming from the person who eats sauerkraut!" She joked. Mikey tried to look offended. Savoring the meal and teasing with him, she nearly forgot about her achy body. "Here, Sara said you might need these." Mikey rushed when he noticed her small grimace. She accepted two little pills and relaxed for a moment as he removed the tray and put it on the dresser. "Thank you, that was great." She reached for him then noticed he seemed to be avoiding the middle of the bed when he held his hand above it instead of putting it down to bear his weight when he kissed her.

Embarrassment crept up her neck and heated her face. "Let's get these into the washer, soon."

"Right," he nodded. She went to the closet, noticing some blood on her thighs as well, as she got one of his oversized t-shirts that wouldn't set on her shoulders correctly and looked more like a funky dress on her. Her legs felt a little off and her stomach hurt, but other than that, she felt fine. After donning his shirt, she turned to notice Mikey stripping the bed. She moved to help but he tugged the sheets away from her. "Nope, there is a hot bubble bath waiting for you in the bathroom in the hallway."

She stared at him. The idea of him being a pod person crossed her mind. He'd let her sleep in late, brought her breakfast in bed, and now a bubble bath? Seeming to understand without her having to say anything, he smiled and gave her a wink. "I've got to make up for hurting you, so just go along with it, for today at least." She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Rinse and repeat a few times, and she ended up sighing, walking to the bathroom. She wanted to tell him that it hadn't mattered, that she'd enjoyed herself, and that it was all worth it in the end. At the same time, she knew he must have been feeling some immense guilt on his part. He'd shown it last night when he'd been so gentle with her when she knew that he'd been fighting himself the whole time. Like he'd asked, she'd let him have this today, but one day was enough.

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It was unrealistic, but part of him wanted to do this for her everyday. He liked taking care of her, and seeing her so overwhelmed sort of amused him. Throughout the rest of the day, he kept pampering her. After her bath, he rubbed her down with her favorite lotion, not trying to be sexy and actually working out any knots or tension she had. Afterward was a heating pad, ice cream and a binge on 'The Irregular at Magic High School', which was their new favorite anime. Coupled with lunch, which was grilled cheese and tomato soup. "What are you cooking? You're taking too long," she'd complained as the T.V sat idle on the pause menu. "Mayhem, and it won't get done any faster than it needs to." He'd called back, continuing to tease her yet still try to be easy on her. He listened to her yell at the T.V. whenever someone did something she didn't like. It was one of the weirdest things to see someone else do. He wondered if this was how everyone else felt when he got too into something and did the same.

Images and thoughts kept popping up in his head. The way she looked, how her cheeks seemed to flush more when he teased her. How her hair cascaded over her shoulder when she tilted her head just so. The shimmer her eyes held when he looked into them, worried he was forgetting who he was as he stared into them until she'd look away. Her lips, bright pink as she gnawed on them, fretting over imaginary people. Hands so small he could hold both of them in one of his. How her hips were so wide, yet when she let him hold her, he could wrap his arms nearly all the way around them.

He'd once told Donnie about the 'Feels Sack'. It had been something goofy that he'd picked up on while scrolling one too many sites online. He'd laughed it off, just as Donnie had when he'd told his older brother about it. Seeing Becca like she was now made him second-guess that decision. Just her smile was enough to make him want to crumble to his knees.

The darker part of his mind tried to weasel its way in and he pondered the thoughts for a moment. 'What if she leaves you? What if she decides she doesn't love you anymore? How could she ever want you?' The thought of loosing her made him feel like he was going to have a heart attack. He could tell from the look in her eyes that she loved him now and all he needed was to make sure he kept her looking at him like that. She wanted him. After all her protest and demands that he believe her, she'd showed him last night. He was hers and she was his. Together they would get through anything and he'd do anything to make sure they were together for the rest of their lives.

Part of the darkness that had grown inside of him died and he looked down at her. "Becca?"

"Hmm?" She hummed, still watching the show. He took her chin in his hand and turned her head so she looked at him. He took in every aspect of her that he could. "I love you." He announced to her and the room. He didn't give her time to respond before covering her lips with his and kissing her until she pulled away, panting. Her fingers gripped the top of his shell and the flush on her face gave her away before her scent had time to change.

"Leave her alone," A female voice commanded as something semi hard hit him on the top of his head. Sara stood behind them with one of Leo's newspapers rolled up in her hand. Her baby bump had started to explode and she was starting to show quiet a bit. A slightly angry, pregnant female armed with a weapon didn't stop him. "Never," he declared before stealing Becca's lips again. The huff and muffled angry foot stomp told him he'd barely won this round. Becca laughed into the kiss. The sound of wooden wind chimes filled his ears and soul.

He wasn't going to try anything, at least not for a couple days, yet he could already smell Becca's body responding to his again. "I love you too, Mikey." Regardless of the trials and hardships ahead of them, Mikey vowed then that he'd never let go of her. To the end of this life and the beginning of the next one, he'd never let her go.

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