Continuation from my fourth book! (I've reached the limit of 200 parts). Hope you enjoy! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Favorite songs. Imagines. Sometimes fluff, sometimes smut.
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((A/N) Oh Jeez 😂 I wrote this for all the turtles combined (not saying any names) so you can pick whoever you want. Enjoy 💕)
You were tired. Tired of not getting sleep, tired of your baby screaming, tired of your baby being fussy and not sleeping. Thank God you had some sort of journal so you knew what was up. Your child was hungry. Much like you, if hungry you need food immediately. You hated waiting for food and so did your baby.
Your nipples were raw, bleeding and hurting a little so you figured it would be the perfect time to use the breastmilk that you pumped off early that day. No offense to you child, you loved it very much, but the pain you had while breastfeeding was unbearable now. Also, pumped off milk was easier to use: heat it up and feed it to your baby.
To your surprise you found your boyfriend in the kitchen. His schedule was burned into your brain, you knew he shouldn't be here.
"What are you doing here?", you asked while holding your child.
"Hey baby", he smiled, "and baby".
He chuckled at his joke, going back to whatever he was initially doing. He reached for a bottle of milk, exactly the one NOT in a cute-sy baby bottle and began to drink. You almost lost your shit laughing.
"What?", he wanted to know.
"That's my breastmilk you idiot", you laughed.
He spat everything out. A fountain of milk hitting you, the baby, the table, the floor. Everything. The pure look of disgust on his face was perfection. However, it also made your baby scream more.
"The fuck", he said.
"Language!"
"Sorry. But ... ew .. oh God why? Why didn't you tell me?", he asked and quickly washed his mouth.
"First off, why ew? Our child drinks this! Second, you didn't ask. How was I supposed to know you'd drink this. You never drink milk", you laughed.
"Well how was I supposed to know this?!"
"It's not that bad, okay? Let's just never mention it again", you said and walked over to him to help him clean up.
"Alright. But ... I can't believe I did this", he gave back and smiled.
Thank God he wasn't too angry.
"Here, hold our baby", you ordered, "it's hungry and someone just drank from his / her bottle. I'm happy I pumped off a bunch more."
"Didn't you say we wouldn't mention it anymore?"
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself", you laughed.
"You're lucky you're so cute", he smiled and kissed you.
