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Splinter pov
    I sat at the table mortified. my friend Shifu has seen Tiffany's bite. I began to think. she will most likely wear her low cut shirts as usual and forget my bite on her. my sons...they will surely notice what is going on. Shifu broke me from my thoughts. "how long then?" he asked.
    "months..."
    "I should have guessed. you do spend plenty of time with her, you treat her differently, and here you are. bitten like a chew toy. and I thought the boys were the ones I should have been watching." he teased.
    "I understand if you are, in any way, upset."
    "why would I be? for once she isn't our depressed child, but a confidant woman. her age is a question but if you see past it, then I must."
    "thank you."
    "how do you think you're sons will react though?"
    "I-... I rather not tell them yet." I groaned. "what would they say?"
    "does it matter?" he asked me.
    "yes. they are my sons."
    "how do feel about her?"
    "excuse me?"
    "how. do. you. fe-"
    "she is everything to me!"
    "then, what they have to say shouldn't matter."
    I sat there and contemplated it for a moment. all of a sudden, Tiffany limped in the kitchen. I felt myself blush deeply and heard Shifu try not to laugh. her hair was wet and she was in day clothing. she must have came out of the shower. it was not a dramatic limp but it was noticeable. I walked up to her and pulled her sleeve more over the bite I had made. "what are you doing out of bed, Love?" I whispered.
    "getting ready for training."
    "you are not exactly fit for training today. besides, we have decided to give everyone a day off."
    "oh."
    "you should be lying down. you are limping."
    "I know I am. I just needed something to drink."
    I quickly got her a glass of water and handed it her. "there you go, now back to bed."
    "are you trying to get rid of me?" she asked with a teasing tone.
    "what? no."
    "you were talking about me, weren't you?"
    "what? I-...I-"
    "yes." Shifu bluntly said. I smacked my hand to my head. "I know."
    her expression went blank. "he saw the bite." I said while rubbing the back of my neck.
    "he-h-h-h-e kn-n-n-n-knows? about...last night?" she asked while twitching fiercely. I nodded. she fell to the floor and sat with her legs crossed. "I am so... mortified."
    "don't be." Shifu said.
    "you know what happened. something so personal and you know about it! how do you want me to feel?!?"
    "happy that I have no issue with it."
    "I- I-...have to go." she left the room. I stared at Shifu in a way to get him to acknowledge that he made a mistake. Shifu's ears went down. I then went after my love. I ran down the hall and knocked on her bedroom door. there was no answer. I then heard a gagging noise from the bathroom. I walked in and seen her head over the toilet. she noticed me. "I feel like I need to throw up but cant."
    I helped her up and carried her to her room. I sat on the edge of the bed. she would not look at me. I watched her sit and pout. I did not know what made me do it but I began to laugh. she looked at me in confusion. this only made me laugh harder. finally I stopped. "I am sorry, but I was thinking. what if it is a good thing?"
    "how is this a good thing?!?"
    "we do not have to keep secrets. in fact, I think we should tell my sons."
    "are. you. nuts?"
    "perhaps. I do not wish to keep hiding you from my sons. they only see us as student and master when we are so much more. they are my family and you are as well. here you are, the closet soul I truly belong to, and they can not know. they can not see you the way I do. you are the love of my life." I grabbed her hands. "you are my mate. I do not wish to hide this anymore. it is not fair nor right."
    "what are you saying?"
    "I can no longer do this. what we have is not right. I can not keep hiding things from them."
    "a-are you leaving me?" tears formed in her eyes. "you take my virginity then throw me away the next day like I'm-"
    "NO! I would never. we are mates for life. I will not regret from now until I die! I am trying to say, either we tell them or I tell them. either way, they will know."
    "I thought this is what you wanted."
    "at first, however, I knew it would end at some point. this is that point."
    "you don't care what they may say? you wont care that they may have an issue with you being older or me being human? are you sure?"
    "yes...well, no. but this has to stop."
    "as long as this is what you want."
    "...it...is not. but it is needed."
    I carried her to the main room and set her down. she was complaining that she could walk but I would rather carry her. I took a deep breath before calling my sons into the room. they came in and my heart began to beat faster. I glanced at Tiffany. she was sitting with a composed look on her face. "my sons, we have something important to tell you."
    "is everything okay?" my son Leonardo asked with great concern.
    "well, for me. I hope for you as well. you see, I met someone very special. I have come to know her for over a year now. I love her. however, we have been seeing each other for months now. we kept it from you because I was not sure how to tell you. this is shocking. mostly, because of some great differences."
    "like what?" Donatello asked.
    "species...age..."
    "yeah, its hard to find 5ft rats around these parts." Michelangelo joked.
    I stood up and began to pace. I was growing more nervous. I looked over to Tiffany whom was staring at me with a smile. "she is very special to me. she is... everything to me. I could not live the rest of my life without her and I do not know how I can tell you."
    "ya love her, don't ya?" Raphael asked.
    "yes. I truly do. I hope you will understand and I will answer any questions you may have. but please, do not judge." I plead. "this is strange. even for me. just.... try to understand."
    "do we get to meet her?" Leonardo asked.
    "we already know her." Raphael grinned. my eyes went wide as I came to realize he knows.
    "who is it?"
    "well, Splinta?"
    I took a deep breath but I could not say it. "me." a voice said. I looked at my love who stood straight and determined. "its me."
    I looked at my sons. they rushed over to us and began speaking of congratulations. I laughed in disbelief. I looked at my son Raphael and asked, "how did you know?"
    "I kinda help set ya both up."
    "you-"
    "yep, I kinda knew since the campin' trip."
Tiffany's pov
    I was laughing at Splinter's disbelief when I noticed something was wrong. Leo was gone. I went to find him. he was in the training room. I stood in the doorway while he sparred with the dummies. this wasn't him. he was angry. "you... okay?" I asked.
    "fine."
    "no your not."
    he punched the head off of one of them. "yes I am."
    "whats the matter?"
    "nothing, Mother."
    "Moth-... are you really doing this?"
    "what?"
    "your mad at me!"
    "no I'm not!"
    "then why are you acting this way?"
    "oh, no reason. oh wait... your dating my father!!!"
    "I know. I-..."
    "its wrong."
    "I know."
    "its disgusting!"
    "I understand."
    "its... immoral!"
    "now wait a minute! you may see this as a girl dating a cradle robbing rat. but, I see two people who need someone."
    "he is my father!"
    "and my boyfriend! hell, we're mates! I am not asking you to call me mother. I would never do that. hell, why would I want to be the mother of four teenage mutant ninja turtles when you can be their best friend. no matter how much you hate me for this, I love you. you will always have my friendship. but, I love him. and I refuse to give him up."
    "I'm not angry with you. its him..."
    "what? why?"
    "well... not him. but- ugh!!! I don't know!"
    "calm down. think about it."
    he breathed heavily for a moment then looked at me. his eyes were glazed over and sad. "I am not mad at anyone. just at the situation."
    "how come?"
    "I want to be happy for you and my father. your ages and race don't matter. look at me, I'm a turtle. I don't have the right to judge on looks alone. but, its hard to be happy when you don't get the one you want. this is the wrong time but I do care about you. haven't you noticed?"
    "yes. I care about you too."
    "no, not that way."
    "what do you mean then?"
    "I love you. I'm jealous, okay?"
    "so that poem..."
    "was about you. I'm sorry. I will try to happy for you two but it will take time."
    I couldn't help but smile. "that's all I want from you. I understand how you feel. all my life, I have liked someone but they would like my best friend. it was always that. when ever I dated someone, it was for a single day. when it was longer, it was because they wanted to use me. no one seen me as the sunrise. they only see the dark. but him, he treats me as though hes the lucky one. I trust him, love him, and want him to have my life and loyalty. I don't know how long we have together, but I intend to make the rest of his days filled with love and passion. with you, I want a friendship that will never be lost or broken. yes, hearts are fragile and I just broke one. but that same thing that breaks a heart could end up fixing it. it will take time. but it will also take a lot of heart and will power to get over it. I'm nothing to be heartbroken about. trust me, you could do far more better."
    "I don't think I can."
    "pfft, give it time. she will be perfect for you."
    "...thank you."
    "come on. we might be missed."
    "okay...mom." he grinned.
    I knew he was just joking but I did retort. "ever call me mum again, I'll make fresh turtle soup out of you."
    "oh now were making death threats?" he grinned. "your going to have to catch me first!" he ran out of the room. I was going to run after him but I fell in pain. he ran back. "are you okay?"
    "yeah." he helped me up. "thanks."
    "whats wrong?"
    "...nothing..."
    "I told you, you should do that same for me."
    "I don't think so..."
    "why?"
    "you'll be scared for life."
    "it cant be that bad."
    "...it...is..."
    "just tell me, your hurt. maybe we should tell Splinter."
    "no...we shouldn't."
    "just tell me."
    I thought about it. he was not going to stop. after watching every family guy episode I thought I knew how to handle it. I decided to be blunt. but then again, it would scar him. "no way."
    "why not?!?"
    "its not-"
    "tell me!!!"
    "I'M SORE FROM SEX LAST NIGHT, OKAY?!?" I screamed. he looked at me with a blank face then fainted. "great, this is going to be fun to explain." I grunted.
Splinter's pov
    all of us went silence when we heard my girlfriend shout... some things... from the training dojo. I blushed a deep red and looked down. I could hear laughter and fumbles from the kitchen. it sounded like Shifu fell off of his chair laughing. all of a sudden, Michelangelo started to laugh. "is she joking?" he asked.
    "oh my...." I was very embarrassed to say the least.
    "that's no joke." Donatello said.
    "that's what that noise was?" Raphael asked. "nice."
    "forget it." I said as I brought my hand to my head. I do love her, no matter how many headaches she may give me.

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Splinter pov
    I sat at the table mortified. my friend Shifu has seen Tiffany's bite. I began to think. she will most likely wear her low cut shirts as usual and forget my bite on her. my sons...they will surely notice what is going on. Shifu broke me from my thoughts. "how long then?" he asked.
    "months..."
    "I should have guessed. you do spend plenty of time with her, you treat her differently, and here you are. bitten like a chew toy. and I thought the boys were the ones I should have been watching." he teased.
    "I understand if you are, in any way, upset."
    "why would I be? for once she isn't our depressed child, but a confidant woman. her age is a question but if you see past it, then I must."
    "thank you."
    "how do you think you're sons will react though?"
    "I-... I rather not tell them yet." I groaned. "what would they say?"
    "does it matter?" he asked me.
    "yes. they are my sons."
    "how do feel about her?"
    "excuse me?"
    "how. do. you. fe-"
    "she is everything to me!"
    "then, what they have to say shouldn't matter."
    I sat there and contemplated it for a moment. all of a sudden, Tiffany limped in the kitchen. I felt myself blush deeply and heard Shifu try not to laugh. her hair was wet and she was in day clothing. she must have came out of the shower. it was not a dramatic limp but it was noticeable. I walked up to her and pulled her sleeve more over the bite I had made. "what are you doing out of bed, Love?" I whispered.
    "getting ready for training."
    "you are not exactly fit for training today. besides, we have decided to give everyone a day off."
    "oh."
    "you should be lying down. you are limping."
    "I know I am. I just needed something to drink."
    I quickly got her a glass of water and handed it her. "there you go, now back to bed."
    "are you trying to get rid of me?" she asked with a teasing tone.
    "what? no."
    "you were talking about me, weren't you?"
    "what? I-...I-"
    "yes." Shifu bluntly said. I smacked my hand to my head. "I know."
    her expression went blank. "he saw the bite." I said while rubbing the back of my neck.
    "he-h-h-h-e kn-n-n-n-knows? about...last night?" she asked while twitching fiercely. I nodded. she fell to the floor and sat with her legs crossed. "I am so... mortified."
    "don't be." Shifu said.
    "you know what happened. something so personal and you know about it! how do you want me to feel?!?"
    "happy that I have no issue with it."
    "I- I-...have to go." she left the room. I stared at Shifu in a way to get him to acknowledge that he made a mistake. Shifu's ears went down. I then went after my love. I ran down the hall and knocked on her bedroom door. there was no answer. I then heard a gagging noise from the bathroom. I walked in and seen her head over the toilet. she noticed me. "I feel like I need to throw up but cant."
    I helped her up and carried her to her room. I sat on the edge of the bed. she would not look at me. I watched her sit and pout. I did not know what made me do it but I began to laugh. she looked at me in confusion. this only made me laugh harder. finally I stopped. "I am sorry, but I was thinking. what if it is a good thing?"
    "how is this a good thing?!?"
    "we do not have to keep secrets. in fact, I think we should tell my sons."
    "are. you. nuts?"
    "perhaps. I do not wish to keep hiding you from my sons. they only see us as student and master when we are so much more. they are my family and you are as well. here you are, the closet soul I truly belong to, and they can not know. they can not see you the way I do. you are the love of my life." I grabbed her hands. "you are my mate. I do not wish to hide this anymore. it is not fair nor right."
    "what are you saying?"
    "I can no longer do this. what we have is not right. I can not keep hiding things from them."
    "a-are you leaving me?" tears formed in her eyes. "you take my virginity then throw me away the next day like I'm-"
    "NO! I would never. we are mates for life. I will not regret from now until I die! I am trying to say, either we tell them or I tell them. either way, they will know."
    "I thought this is what you wanted."
    "at first, however, I knew it would end at some point. this is that point."
    "you don't care what they may say? you wont care that they may have an issue with you being older or me being human? are you sure?"
    "yes...well, no. but this has to stop."
    "as long as this is what you want."
    "...it...is not. but it is needed."
    I carried her to the main room and set her down. she was complaining that she could walk but I would rather carry her. I took a deep breath before calling my sons into the room. they came in and my heart began to beat faster. I glanced at Tiffany. she was sitting with a composed look on her face. "my sons, we have something important to tell you."
    "is everything okay?" my son Leonardo asked with great concern.
    "well, for me. I hope for you as well. you see, I met someone very special. I have come to know her for over a year now. I love her. however, we have been seeing each other for months now. we kept it from you because I was not sure how to tell you. this is shocking. mostly, because of some great differences."
    "like what?" Donatello asked.
    "species...age..."
    "yeah, its hard to find 5ft rats around these parts." Michelangelo joked.
    I stood up and began to pace. I was growing more nervous. I looked over to Tiffany whom was staring at me with a smile. "she is very special to me. she is... everything to me. I could not live the rest of my life without her and I do not know how I can tell you."
    "ya love her, don't ya?" Raphael asked.
    "yes. I truly do. I hope you will understand and I will answer any questions you may have. but please, do not judge." I plead. "this is strange. even for me. just.... try to understand."
    "do we get to meet her?" Leonardo asked.
    "we already know her." Raphael grinned. my eyes went wide as I came to realize he knows.
    "who is it?"
    "well, Splinta?"
    I took a deep breath but I could not say it. "me." a voice said. I looked at my love who stood straight and determined. "its me."
    I looked at my sons. they rushed over to us and began speaking of congratulations. I laughed in disbelief. I looked at my son Raphael and asked, "how did you know?"
    "I kinda help set ya both up."
    "you-"
    "yep, I kinda knew since the campin' trip."
Tiffany's pov
    I was laughing at Splinter's disbelief when I noticed something was wrong. Leo was gone. I went to find him. he was in the training room. I stood in the doorway while he sparred with the dummies. this wasn't him. he was angry. "you... okay?" I asked.
    "fine."
    "no your not."
    he punched the head off of one of them. "yes I am."
    "whats the matter?"
    "nothing, Mother."
    "Moth-... are you really doing this?"
    "what?"
    "your mad at me!"
    "no I'm not!"
    "then why are you acting this way?"
    "oh, no reason. oh wait... your dating my father!!!"
    "I know. I-..."
    "its wrong."
    "I know."
    "its disgusting!"
    "I understand."
    "its... immoral!"
    "now wait a minute! you may see this as a girl dating a cradle robbing rat. but, I see two people who need someone."
    "he is my father!"
    "and my boyfriend! hell, we're mates! I am not asking you to call me mother. I would never do that. hell, why would I want to be the mother of four teenage mutant ninja turtles when you can be their best friend. no matter how much you hate me for this, I love you. you will always have my friendship. but, I love him. and I refuse to give him up."
    "I'm not angry with you. its him..."
    "what? why?"
    "well... not him. but- ugh!!! I don't know!"
    "calm down. think about it."
    he breathed heavily for a moment then looked at me. his eyes were glazed over and sad. "I am not mad at anyone. just at the situation."
    "how come?"
    "I want to be happy for you and my father. your ages and race don't matter. look at me, I'm a turtle. I don't have the right to judge on looks alone. but, its hard to be happy when you don't get the one you want. this is the wrong time but I do care about you. haven't you noticed?"
    "yes. I care about you too."
    "no, not that way."
    "what do you mean then?"
    "I love you. I'm jealous, okay?"
    "so that poem..."
    "was about you. I'm sorry. I will try to happy for you two but it will take time."
    I couldn't help but smile. "that's all I want from you. I understand how you feel. all my life, I have liked someone but they would like my best friend. it was always that. when ever I dated someone, it was for a single day. when it was longer, it was because they wanted to use me. no one seen me as the sunrise. they only see the dark. but him, he treats me as though hes the lucky one. I trust him, love him, and want him to have my life and loyalty. I don't know how long we have together, but I intend to make the rest of his days filled with love and passion. with you, I want a friendship that will never be lost or broken. yes, hearts are fragile and I just broke one. but that same thing that breaks a heart could end up fixing it. it will take time. but it will also take a lot of heart and will power to get over it. I'm nothing to be heartbroken about. trust me, you could do far more better."
    "I don't think I can."
    "pfft, give it time. she will be perfect for you."
    "...thank you."
    "come on. we might be missed."
    "okay...mom." he grinned.
    I knew he was just joking but I did retort. "ever call me mum again, I'll make fresh turtle soup out of you."
    "oh now were making death threats?" he grinned. "your going to have to catch me first!" he ran out of the room. I was going to run after him but I fell in pain. he ran back. "are you okay?"
    "yeah." he helped me up. "thanks."
    "whats wrong?"
    "...nothing..."
    "I told you, you should do that same for me."
    "I don't think so..."
    "why?"
    "you'll be scared for life."
    "it cant be that bad."
    "...it...is..."
    "just tell me, your hurt. maybe we should tell Splinter."
    "no...we shouldn't."
    "just tell me."
    I thought about it. he was not going to stop. after watching every family guy episode I thought I knew how to handle it. I decided to be blunt. but then again, it would scar him. "no way."
    "why not?!?"
    "its not-"
    "tell me!!!"
    "I'M SORE FROM SEX LAST NIGHT, OKAY?!?" I screamed. he looked at me with a blank face then fainted. "great, this is going to be fun to explain." I grunted.
Splinter's pov
    all of us went silence when we heard my girlfriend shout... some things... from the training dojo. I blushed a deep red and looked down. I could hear laughter and fumbles from the kitchen. it sounded like Shifu fell off of his chair laughing. all of a sudden, Michelangelo started to laugh. "is she joking?" he asked.
    "oh my...." I was very embarrassed to say the least.
    "that's no joke." Donatello said.
    "that's what that noise was?" Raphael asked. "nice."
    "forget it." I said as I brought my hand to my head. I do love her, no matter how many headaches she may give me.