It just wasn't fair that not only did men age better than women, but that her particular husband managed to not show any signs of aging at all. If anything, he was even more solid now, in a muscular, irresistible sort of way.

Damn him.

Sadie stared at the lines she could see around her eyes and mouth. Laugh lines, Donnie called them. She frowned at them, which was probably counterproductive if it was true that frowning produced wrinkles.

And she may not have been gifted with curls like Woody, but her hair was just as blonde and she was thankful for it. Because it hid silver strands.

She'd never paid much attention to how she'd looked when she was younger, but now she let her eyes travel further down the bathroom mirror to examine the purple lace-lined lingerie she'd picked out earlier in the week. Since she'd never been pregnant, she didn't have any of the post-pregnancy body woes that April and Miwa discussed during some of their girls' night out dinners. Of course, considering the trim figures they maintained thanks to the workouts they endured in the dojo, Sadie had a hard time seeing what either of the two women had to complain about. Although, they'd probably say the same thing about her. But she stared at her figure under the lace anyway and found herself hoping that Donnie hadn't been noticing his wife's ridiculous aging.

She lit a couple candles and turned off the lights before sitting on the bed to wait for Donnie to finish putting Gabriel to bed. She looked down at herself and then rolled her eyes for her continued self-consciousness. She watched their doorknob turn and then felt a flutter of nerves as Donatello filled their doorway.

She watched him take in the darkness and the candles before he quickly moved into the room and shut the door behind him. He pressed his shell against the back of the door and stood completely still as his breath caught.

She could see his brown eyes moving slowly over her before she heard a churr fill the room. The noise, a deep involuntary purr that she had always delighted in pulling out of him, immediately warmed her.

She felt a blush rise to her cheeks as he continued to stare at her as if she were a feast. As if he were about to devour her. And she suddenly kicked herself for being worried in the first place.

She smiled softly at him and received his adorable gap-toothed smile in return.

Damn him.