Raphael

You and Rapha have known each other since adolescence, when he still had difficulty trusting anyone outside the family. Over time, through arguments, teasing, and silent moments on the rooftops of New York City, you fell in love. As adults, you decided to be together for good. The pregnancy wasn't planned, and when you showed him the test, Rapha was in shock for a few seconds… until he clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and vowed to protect you and the baby with his life. Leo tried to reassure him, Mikey made cheerful jokes about being "the favorite uncle," Donnie started researching everything about pregnancy safety, and April hugged you emotionally.

Now, seven months pregnant, Rapha is more tense than ever. He insists on always staying close, avoids unnecessary tasks, and practically growls at anything that looks like a risk. Even so, when he thinks no one is looking, his hand carefully rests on her belly.

That night, he was cleaning the salts, which were leaning against the wall of the hideout, when he noticed you standing in the doorway, watching him.

Rapha sighed, relaxing his shoulders, and walked over to you. "Hey... come here." He touches her belly gently, his expression softening slightly. "Are you feeling well today? The little one isn't giving you much trouble, is he?" He forces a half-smile, but his eyes betray genuine concern.