TMNT Boyfriend Scenarios

Christmas - Donatello

Yes, I know Christmas is already through. Do I care? NO! 

"Donnie, put me down already!" I squealed, nuzzling my boyfriend's cheek as he scooped me out of bed.

"Nope," he refused, pecking my cheek and walking out of the bedroom with me in his arms, "You need to open your gift."

"Can't it wait like, five more minutes?" I whined with a smile, not really caring in the least that he'd awoken me. As long as Donnie was the one I was waking up to, I'd be the happiest girl on earth.

"No actually,"he said, "and I'm betting that this year, my gift will take the cake."

We had this running joke since we'd met that whoever we decided had the best gift between us would receive a celebratory hot cocoa from the other. It's odd, I know, but the friendly competition had been grounds for many laughs and lots of chocolate-induced fun because of it.

 Donnie had won the first year with a lovely little music box that played a Billy Joel song when it opened, and I'd won last year with my gift to him of the next generation cadmium processor with quantum encryption I'd scraped together enough money to buy for him. I had also planned on winning a cup of hot chocolate this year with the present I'd gifted Donnie last night, with the announcement of a private meeting I'd arranged for him and one of his favorite professors from NYU, back when the Turtles were publicly recognized (I figured my boyfriend needed... Harold, was it? to bounce some ideas off of).

Donnie set me down in the living room, pointing to the large box in the middle of the room. It was nothing fancy, only a cardboard box lacking any wrappings, its contents concealed with a simple lid. I instantly began trying to guess what it was.

"Is it... a Metalhead 2.0?" I asked excitedly, walking toward the gift.

"No, that's still in the works," Donnie answered, hooking his thumbs in his belt while he watched me.

"Is it... a footrest?" I questioned, kneeling beside the present.

"Why in the world would I get you a footrest? We already have one," he laughed.

"I'm just eliminating possibilities..." I gasped once I lifted the lid, greeted with a small, black nose.

"You like dogs, right?"

I was speechless. The black and white puppy gazed up at me, its brown eyes full of wonder, its tiny body fluffy and quivering with excitement. I carefully lifted it out of the box, oh-so-gently cradling it in my arms, my heart melting when it snuggled into me, its tongue lolling from its small mouth.

"Donatello," I whispered, "You did NOT just get me an adorably irresistible puppy, did you?"

"I did." He grinned, kneeling next to me and smoothing down the fur between its perked-up ears. "Do you like her?"

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, scratching at the underside of the puppy's chin. "You win."

D chuckled. "She's a mix. Pomeranian and husky, it said on the website I bought her from. She's only gonna get a little bigger than this."

My eyes welled up with more happy tears. "You mean... she'll be puppy-sized forever?!"

"Well, I suppose..."

I leaned over, giving him a big kiss and murmuring, "You. Are. The. Best. Thank you, Donnie."

"You're welcome. Merry Christmas," he replied, glancing back down at the puppy. "So, what should we name her?"

"...what about Annabeth?"

He grinned, nodding in agreement. "Annabeth, for my Wise Girl."