A/N: Again, sorry this took so long. This story will probably end soon because I'm just not feeling it and it might get rushed...Even so, I will try to the best of my ability to make this enjoyable and up to expectations.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my shame at having lost interest..

Weeks passed, flying by despite April's attempts to slow it down and make her wedding far away. She didn't love him. Ever since that one night, that one stupid but fantastic night that changed everything. Ever since her desperate moment with Donatello and her realization of Casey, her feelings for the muscle man had degraded with each passing day. Why couldn't she just say no?

Guilt.

The guilt that wrapped itself around her heart, squeezing it unrelentingly. How could she have taken Casey's trust in her and then twisted it to her own liking? How could she do that? Each and every time she looked into those icy yet warm blue eyes of his, she could see the love in them and she couldn't help but comply to his every wish. She couldn't help but say yes to the one thing she absolutely did not want from him. She didn't want to marry this man that she didn't love. It would hurt her and it would hurt him. Everyone involved would get damaged in some way. Why couldn't she say no?

Donny lay on his bed, staring at the brick ceiling. He had been doing this for at least an hour. His complex mind that understood so much was at a complete loss. When he had slept with April, he had felt free and satisfied and...genuinely happy. He had been free from any shame that might have shrouded his head. Now, remorse had burst through the shield his brain had put around his broken heart and grabbed the vital organ. He was pained beyond belief.

It had all begun a few days ago, when Casey and April had visited. They had been doing that a lot after their engagement. Visiting their mutant family seemed to calm their frenzied nerves; Casey's anyway. Over time, Donatello had gotten used to the idea of their marriage and was able to hang around them without going berserk. Raphael and his muscled friend were in an in-depth conversation about the mobility of motorcycles when Don, who had kept quietly to himself at the kitchen table while he sipped his tea, raised his eyes. They wandered over to that special redhead. His gaze rested on her for a while before her green orbs lifted from her book and found his. They had done this multiple times and, just like they'd done so many times before, almost as soon as they met, their eyes were flying in different directions.

But it only took a second. A moment. Before he could blink, the turmoil swirling wildly in her eyes had overwhelmed him. She looked hurriedly to her book, a finger twirling a piece of hair nervously as he froze, holding his head. She was in...turmoil? No...no that's not right. She was supposed to be the fine, heart-breaker! She was supposed to have only used him; she shouldn't be in turmoil! His brain had deducted how everyone should be and what role everyone played in this situation and her distress was not in the cards. It flipped his reasoned reality around and it began to destroy him slowly.

So here he lay. Trying to stop the feelings of regret but at the same time, not wanting to. Regret meant he was somewhat of himself again, not the love-obsessed, sex-crazed creature he had been on that one night. Shame meant he had a heart again, though it was still a broken one. It was a small blink of light in a pitch black world. Though the amount is little, this regret brought hope.

April held the device tighter, if that was even possible. Reliving the memories of the past couple weeks had developed an ache in her heart. One she had thought she had buried. One she didn't want to feel; that she just wanted to go away. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, still unwilling to open. Deep breath after deep, calming breath, she had relaxed only a little. But it was enough to be able to open her eyes. The moment she did, she wanted them to shut and stay shut forever. Why had she willed them to open? Why hadn't she listened to their judgement? A silent tear fled down her pale cheek, swerving but just missing her quivering lip.

How could she be pregnant?

A/N: Yeah, remember back to like the first chapter and the device? Well here it is! Congratulations to D'Fuentes, Giai Kame, dondena, Icecreampopstar, NITRO PSYCHO, AJ92, and BubbleShell22 for guessing it right! *hands the promised cookies to you*

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