A/N: Oh my gosh, you guys probably freakin' hate me, don't you D: I haven't updated in nearly a month! I'm ! Please forgive me?

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Pregnant.

There was a baby growing inside of her.

April placed a single hand over her stomach, but she couldn't feel any sign of life. Could it really be true? Maybe the test was lying; maybe it had faulted! She couldn't bring herself to hope as the possibility was low. She had long surpassed the time of her usual 'gift' from Mother Nature this month. Would nothing in her life go right?

Placing the pregnancy test gently onto the sink, she sunk to the floor and pulled her knees to her chest. Burying her face in her legs, she cried until she couldn't cry anymore. She was thankful that Casey had gone out with some friends tonight; she wouldn't have been able to explain it to him. The tears were never ending and she couldn't control them. They were running a rampage marathon down her face and they were all determined to win. She gave up trying to catch them all in a tissue after she finished a box.

Hours later, she slowly picked her shaking figure off the tile floor. She held onto the sink for support and once again saw the bright positive sign. Her knees got shaky at the sight of it. But she could cry no more, so she slowly maneuvered herself out of the bathroom and onto the couch. April wasn't sure how long she sat there. It could have been only moments or it could have been hours. For all she knew, it could have been days! However long it was, after the period of time, the door creaked open.

"April, I'm home!" Casey called unnecessarily loud, at least to the redhead's delicate ears. She couldn't move a muscle. Surprised by the lack of response, he plopped onto the couch beside her. "Hey, April, you-" He stopped short as he saw the red stains and smears on her face. Her eyes were nearly shut they were so puffy. "What's wrong, Aps?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her small shivering form. His closeness made her feel worse and she couldn't look him in the eye.

"Call...call Donny," she managed to get out through her parched throat and lips.

Casey was up in a flash, racing across the apartment and dialing like there was a fire behind him. "Hey, Raph, gimme Don...Yes it's urgent, you knucklehead! Now gimme Donny!" he paused as he waited for the phone swap. "Donny? Yeah, you better get over here right away, April's awfully sick...Yeah...sure thing. Hurry, alright, bye." He hung up and came back to his fiance. Slithering his arms underneath her unresponsive body, he whispered softly, "Said to get you to bed and lie down 'til he gets here. Comin' as fast as he can." She only whimpered at the thought. What would her purple-donned lover think of this whole ordeal?

Casey went to make her some herbal tea as she curled herself into the fetal position, the sheets wrapped into every nook and cranny of her body. She laid there, unmoving, until she heard the window slide open and then close with a soft clink! A sturdy but gentle three fingered hand carefully rolled her onto her back. "Hey, April." His voice was quiet, awfully quiet. It sounded slightly strained and pained, but she was too deep down in herself to care. "April, tell me what's wrong and I can help you."

"Keep...keep Casey out."

With a quick nod, Don hurried to the door. Opening it, he came face to face with the muscle man. "You better stay out here until I figure out what's wrong with her. You never know, it could be contagious." Casey was silent as he nodded to the doctor mutant and handed him the tea. Depositing the mug on the nightstand, the purple clad turtle returned to the bed. "Now," he murmured, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "What's wrong with you?"

She turned away from him. "I'm...I'm...pregnant."

The air seemed to still around them both. Don instantly found it harder to breath. Pregnant? As in baby pregnant? "Is it mine?" Out of all of them, it was the one question that bothered him the most.

"I don't know," April wailed. Her fear shown so clearly in her voice.

"Do you want to find out?"

A quick twist of the head had their eyes colliding and a hurried nod caused one to stand and reach for his bag. "I'll have to stick a needle into the fetus, collect some DNA, then plug into my laptop to see the results. It shouldn't take that long, but it is pretty painful. Are you sure you want to do it?" Another nod. "Alright." He reached into his bag and pulled out a needle about a foot long. Gently pushing on her shoulder, he pushed her back on the bed. Her shirt was lifted to reveal her toned stomach. Don missed that toned stomach as it slithered beneath him, causing fire to dance inside his body...

Shaking his head, Don scolded himself. Pay attention! Finding a good entry point, he, as gently as he could, penetrated her skin with the point. Her eyes widened and her long fingers scraped at the sheets. She bit her tongue, however; she didn't want Casey coming in here.

A half and hour later, the computer was whizzing through its DNA records. It dinged with a match and the mutant doctor removed his eyes from the panting, sweaty girl stationed on the bed. Her eyes locked onto the computer. She swallowed before asking, "Well? What's the results?

"It's..."

"Who's?"

"Casey's."

April turned and puked into her garbage can.

A/N: Yes, I know that you can't really do a DNA test before the baby is born, but for the sake of this story, you can!

The baby is Casey's! Oh noooo! this is called a plot twist, my friend (at least..I think it is..)

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