— Being pregnant in an apocalypse wasn't easy, much less in the last month of pregnancy, your back hurt as you sat in bed after waking up, noticing the absence of Donatello's presence next to you in bed.

Your steps filled the dark room, catching the attention of Donatello who was working at his desk, his tired eyes with deep circles observed you, scanning you from head to toe.

he sighed, taking off his goggles, raising an eyebrow and muttering under his breath

—"..Dear, you should be sleeping.."— Donatello murmured, his voice tired and exhausted. A soft smile appeared on his lips