— in the midst of the apocalypse there was a little light of hope, the light of your life and that of Donatello. You had your first daughter, August, a healthy and curious little girl.

Recently, things were not good. The kraang attacks became more frequent, several remaining members of the resistance had already left, but almost improbably, you became pregnant for the second time.

unfortunately, donatello couldn't spend as much time taking care of you and the baby and one night when he and his brothers were out, you went into labor. With only Cassandra and April to help you, you tried too hard, but everything went well.

You were tired, exhausted and weak. You had a boy, who you promptly named Apollo. The baby was resting on your chest, crying softly as you tried to calm him down and suddenly the door in the room opened, revealing Donatello. he was breathing heavily, bruises and bruises all over his face and body.

He looked at you and the baby in your arms, his eyes quickly widening as his shoulders slump

—oh, god..—donatello murmured softly