In the lab, the turtles were talking in low voices, their expressions full of concern. Leonardo looked at his girlfriend, who was in the main room of the lair, sitting on one of the old sofas with her head down and her face dull. It had been a difficult week; for some time now, she believed that she was pregnant with his child, an idea that had filled her with hope, but that was now deeply affecting her emotional state.

Leonardo felt the weight of the situation. He knew that, as much as they both loved each other, a pregnancy was impossible. He was a mutant turtle and she was a human. After several days of uncertainty, Donatello had done a complete analysis to confirm what everyone feared: she was not pregnant. It was a psychological pregnancy, an illusion created by her intense desire to form a family with him.

"Leo, this is not right" said Raphael, arms crossed, glancing sideways at the room. "It can't go on like this."

"She needs support, bro," Donatello added in a soft voice. "She's going through something very difficult... but we must find a way to help her accept it."

Michelangelo looked at Leonardo sadly. "She needs to know that we're here for her... and for you, bro."

Leonardo knew that he had to face this pain with her, even if it broke his heart to see her suffer.

From the couch, the woman silently looked at her belly. Why couldn't she have what she longed for? She didn't care what her baby was like, if it was a strange combination or a turtle-human hybrid. She wasn't afraid that her child would be born with different characteristics; all she wanted was to have a piece of her love with Leonardo, something that symbolized the deep bond they shared.

Leonardo, who watched her from the laboratory, felt a lump in his throat. His beloved's struggle for that impossible dream hurt him more than he could express. His impulse was to reach out, comfort her, let her know that even if they didn't have the family she so desired, he would always be there for her.