Growing Up Fast

Part 18

The next few days had Donatello either glued to the TV or scanning the papers. Five more babies were taken from either homes or the hospital. Two more girls and three boys. The race didn't matter. It seemed that whoever was taking the children were kidnapping the easiest targets.

Donatello who hated fighting, he... and his brothers viewed any violence against ones that didn't know how or couldn't fight back the highest form of dishonor and cowardice. But stealing babies from their loving families, from their mothers and fathers had Donatello grinding his teeth in rage.

Every time he would see a new news report, he clenched his fists and stormed off to his lab. In the past, it would have bothered him, but now with him pregnant and close and attached to his two unborn babies, he was even more aggravated.

His brothers were just as distressed. But they were stressed between helping keep Donatello calm and under control so that he wouldn't invariantly set off labor early. Tanya and Jane had stressed how important it was for them to help keep Donatello calm.

They tried to keep him busy by running out and getting baby supplies, like changing stations and even walkers and toys like even though some of the items were already gotten or wouldn't even need until much later in the babies' lives. They got the things so that they could have Donatello keep his mind off of the reports and the upcoming birth.

One day, they were all watching TV and Donatello was putting one of the toys together and even improving it. He was programming more opinions into the simple mobile. He didn't want to be alone in his lab. In the past, he'd love to stay in the lab as much as he could, but now he wanted to be closer to any living being. So he was sitting in a easy chair that was a gift from April, a table with his tools and such sitting in front of him.

Leonardo was off doing his katas while Raphael and Michelangelo were watching some shows on TV. Michelangelo keep looking over at his brainy brother. Finally, during a break, he cleared his throat. "So, Donatello... what's it like to be pregnant?"

Donatello turned his head sharply to his brother. The orange masked turtle had lost interest in the show and was now staring at him with a contemplating look. In fact, all eyes had turned to Donatello. He cocked his head in confusion at first, but joy spread through him. He laughed and put the small motor that he held in his hands down. "There are its ups and downs. But overall I believe it's the most wonderful experience."

Donatello paused, enjoying his brothers' looks of disbelief and wonder. He then grinned at them. "However, I don't want to go through this again. Getting up is just too hard now in this later phase, and it's just too much of an inconvenience about food and danger to my condition... and I just don't want to have these back pains anymore."

"So," Raphael said, "Donatello... you have any idea as to what the twins are?"

Donatello shook his head. "No idea. The books tell me a lot of different things about the types of food I ate and have been craving. One minute it says it could be a girl, the next a boy."

"Can't Jane and Tanya tell what they are with that ultrasound machine?" Leonardo asked. He had been drawn into the conversation, his dark eyes filled in curiosity.

"Jane did try to tell the genders of them, but she can't. It's too hard to tell so we have to wait until the birth. Male–female twins are the most common result and make up 50 percent of twins, then both female twins, then followed by both being male twins."

"Well, what would you prefer?" Leonardo asked.

"It doesn't really matter as long as they are healthy and safe." Donatello replied as he picked back up the motor he had been working on and adding a few more twicks to it.