Staring blankly at those two little pink lines on the pregnancy test was world shattering for you. You couldn’t believe it, that— that couldn’t be right… right? There had to be a mistake. So, you took another test. Then another. And one more for good measure. Every single one had those damn two pink lines, taunting you with its positive results.

You sat on the toilet, just staring wide-eyed at the test, unsure of what exactly to do from here. Should you feel scared? Happy? Confused? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew was the father had to be Donatello, there was no one else.

Your entire body was trembling as you numbly got up from the toilet, pulling your pants up and washing your hands. Donnie was probably busy but for the life of you, you couldn’t care how fucking busy that turtle was, he needed to get his ass here right now. So, with shaking hands, you texted him and waited.