You found yourself in a state of disbelief, caught between two astonishing realities: the tranquil peace enveloping the nursery at three a.m., where your newborn baby, just a week old, slept soundly without stirring for a feeding, and the bizarre sight of a giant mutant snapping turtle ambling leisurely across the hall, cradling your baby in his massive, armored arms as he lulled them to sleep.

Raphael, the extraordinary turtle with a heart full of warmth, gazed down with an affectionate expression at the tiny bundle nestled against his plastron. His body, both powerful and oddly gentle, emitted a deep, soothing rumble, a sound that seemed to resonate through the room like distant thunder on a calm day. “There, there, kiddo, it’s alright. Papa’s got you,” he murmured softly, his voice a comforting blend of authority and tenderness. As he rocked slightly, the infant's earlier cries gradually shifted into soft, peaceful coos, the sound music to his ears.

Carefully wrapping the newborn in a soft, cosy blanket patterned with colourful stars, Raphael pressed a gentle kiss atop their head, marvelling at their delicate features. He took a brief moment to bask in the joy of fatherhood before redirecting his attention back to you. His deep, soulful eyes gleamed with affection as he glided back into the bedroom, his massive frame somehow managing to look both imposing and protective in this intimate space.

“It’s alright, beautiful; Raph’s got it all under control,” he reassured you, his voice a low, throaty whisper that melted into the quiet. With a gentle nudge, he made space beside you beneath the soft, warm blankets, his presence instantly soothing. “I’ll whip up some breakfast in bed in an hour or two, but for now, let’s see if we can catch a little more sleep,” he added, his tone playful yet sincere, attempting to coax both you and your little one into a state of peaceful slumber.