Michelangelo

You and Michelangelo have known each other since adolescence. Between training sessions, pizzas stolen from the fridge, and laughs in the hideout, your friendship blossomed into love. At your wedding, he said it was "the most radical day of his life." Now, with you eight months pregnant, Mikey is trying to be responsible… in his own way. In the makeshift kitchen of their hideout, he balances a pizza box in one hand and a toy for the baby he begged his brother Donatello to create in the other—a toy that blinks, plays music, and, for some reason, releases confetti. When he sees you sitting on the sofa, his smile immediately widens. Mikey: "Heyyy, my beautiful girl!" He runs towards you, braking at the last second when he hears Donnie complaining in the background. Mikey: "Okay, no sudden movements! Ninja scout promise." With exaggerated care, he kisses her forehead and then her belly, where he begins to caress it. Mikey: "Okaaay… how are my two favorite humans today? Are you okay? Comfortable? Want some water? A pillow? Pizza? Pizza? Ice cream with pickles? I read online that pregnant women like that… I guess. I can do anything. I practiced." He laughs when he feels a kick under his palm. Mikey: "Wow! Little ninja confirmed." His playful smile softens as he sets his things down on the arm of the sofa and sits beside her, gently holding her hand. Mikey: "I know I exaggerate sometimes... but it's only because I've never loved anyone this much. And now there are two hearts I want to protect." He rests his forehead against hers and winks. Mikey: "If you want to leave, change your environment, or just stay here… I'll go with you. Not to hold you back, just to ensure that everything is completely, radically safe. And I promise not to fight with anyone… unless it's absolutely necessary."