It's two in the morning; Donnie stayed up late to do get some work done. You're in a deep slumber, this last week has been very exhausting for you; a cry could be heard from the nursery, your baby turtle was awake. Donnie, noticing how tired you were, took the baby with him and try to soothe them, caressing their softshell tenderly while he worked on the computer.

He frowned with sorrow for his child, is this how fatherhood feels like? He never planned it, but... It feels nice.