"So, where is the little lady?"
Casey's brash voice disturbed the quiet of the lair, though no one really minded. April trailed after him, her hand on her swollen belly. Mike bounded over to her, placing his ear delicately against the roundness.
"She's asleep right now," April told him, laughing. Don wandered over too, frowning.
"April, you really shouldn't be down here this far along. We do live in a sewer, and—"
"And I wore galoshes," she said, lifting one foot in demonstration. "I'm fine, Donnie, really. You don't have to fuss. I get enough of that from Casey."
"What's it like, man?" Casey asked as he peered over the short ledge around the enclosure. Catherine was sunning herself on a rock, basking in the light of a sun lamp Don had installed for her. Raph stared ahead at his mother, not reacting to Casey's question for several long moments. When he did, his voice was low.
"'S'like… I was broken, and now 'm fixed."
Casey raised an eyebrow. That sounded a little… drastic, especially considering the mother in question couldn't even talk. Raph noticed and shrugged.
"It's just… the knowin'. You know. There she is. No more wonderin'."