Request/Prompt:: It's okay if not, but would you mind doing a fic (after the current one of course! I love it so far!) of Mikey's gf of a few months inviting him over for the first time and introducing him to her toddler she hadn't mentioned before?
No warnings. Just Mikey cuteness.
Glancing at the clock, you curled your lip between your teeth and began nibbling on it nervously. Today had been a day of major screw ups. You had gotten into an argument with your boss, which was totally his fault of course. You had forgotten your lunch at your flat which meant going out during rush hour traffic in the middle of Manhattan for food, in turn that put you late getting back to the office which ended up in your boss again treating you like shit.
After eight hours of that torture you just didn’t feel like doing anything but getting a nice long bath in your tub and curling up with your favite tot. However tonight you had a date with your boyfriend of three months, Mikey. You two had met through a high school friend, Casey Jones. Honestly, you were terrified when you met the turtles but once you got to know them, you didn’t see giant mutant turtles. You saw them as people, your friends. When Mikey shyly asked you out, well, asked you to join him for a moonlit pizza date, you couldn’t refuse. You had developed a little bit of a crush on the orange clad ninja.
Everything after that was history. You two instantly clicked and took off like wildfire. Normally after a hard day, you’d call Mikey or go visit him. He knew just what to do and say to get you smiling and giggling, but tonight….tonight You just weren’t up for it. You pulled out your phone and began typing away.
As You locked your phone, you tossed it to the table and instantly began to worry. He was coming, he was coming over and you had still not told him your biggest secret.
“Mama!” A small voice pulled you from your thoughts. You instantly smiled and glanced down at your three year old son, Joel. “Mama I colored you a picture!” He beamed holding up the sloppily done picture of a dog….a purple and blue dog to be precise.
You groaned and scooped up your boy, carefully taking the picture to examine it. “My little artist.” You chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle your nose against his cheek, gaining a loud giggle from him as his tiny hands tried to push you away. “Now where should we put this master piece?” You hummed in thought while glancing around your kitchen.
“The fridge, Mama! We always put stuffs there.” He pointed towards the fridge that was indeed covered in your child’s precious art work.
“Of course, how could I forget.” You chuckled walking over to refrigerator, using a small letter magnet to hang the picture next to the many, many others. You smiled and looked over the art. It was a funny turn of events that both the men in your life were both big into art. “Okay, Bud. Listen. Mama’s got a friend coming over tonight and I want you to meet him.”
Joel looked at you with a confused look and tilted his head. “He stay for supper?”
You nodded, sitting your boy carefully on the kitchen counter. “Yes, knowing him he’s gonna bring….” You paused for dramatic effect, almost busting out into laughter as you watched your son’s eyes grow to the size of plates while he waited for you to continue. “PIZZA!” You yelled in excitement.
“I LOVE PIZZA!” Joel screamed.
“I know! Mikey’s bringing pizza but I want you to know something. Mikey is different from other people. He’s funny, sweet and loves to play games of all kinds. You’re gonna love him but he doesn’t look like us.” You tried to explain. You knew this would be a shock for Mikey but you didn’t want your son to run scared of him. One that would be awful for your poor son, but you knew Mikey was very sensitive about people thinking he was a “monster”.
“What he look like?” Picking at his pants, Joel studied your face with great interest.
“Well,” You paused, rubbing the back of your neck, “he looks like a giant turtle.”
Joel gasped loudly that took you by surprise. “He’s green?! Turtles are my favorite, turtles, lions, donkeys, fishes…but I like turtles the mostest.”
With wide eyes, you glanced down at your boy with a shocked expression. This was not the reaction you had expected. A part of you wondered if he just didn’t grasp exactly what you were trying to tell him. You opened your mouth to speak but we’re cut off by a light tapping on your window. Your stomach instantly began doing flips. This was it. “He’s here. I want you to wait in here until I come get you okay?”
“I hide?” Joel asked excitedly as you places him gently on the floor.
“ Yes, you hide until I come back.” You chuckled kissing his cheek before turning and rushing into the living room. This was it. Mikey would either be pissed at you for keeping your child a secret for so long, or he’d freak out saying this was too much and he didn’t want to deal with a kid now since he was only in his early twenties, or he’d be completely thrilled and want to bond with your kid. Those were the scenarios that were running through your mind as you opened up the window to let Mikey inside.
Mikey climbed in through the window and as you expected, he had a large pizza box in his grasp and a backpack slung over his shoulders. “ Hey, babydoll.” He smiled, leaning in to peck your lips lightly. “I brought comfort food and in this bag of goodness, are many movies and candies that brighten anyone’s day.” You smiled and watched as Mikey started to make his way towards the kitchen to lay down the delicious smelling pie.
“Wait!” You screeched, reaching out to grab his bicep before he could move another inch.
Turning his attention to you, Mikey frowned, flopping the pizza box down on the coffee table. “What’s wrong, babe?” His voice was laced with concern having never heard you yell like that before. His large green hands took hold of your waist and pulled you closer to him, a natural reflex of his.
“There’s something I need to tell you.” You spoke with a shaky breath, your fingers moving to trail up his plastron. “I haven’t been one hundred and ten percent honest with you about why I can’t let you stay the night or why I can’t stay the night at your place.”
You watched as Mikey’s face hardened, his mind automatically coming to the worst case scenario, another man! “You cheating on me, Y/N?” He asked, slowly peeling himself away from you. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Just look at me.” His defense went into immediate start up mode.
“What?” You nearly gasped. “No! God no, baby.” You were quick to cut him off by cupping his face in your hands, kissing his snout lightly. “I’d never cheat on you, but there is another man who lives here with me and he’s here now.”
Mikey tensed up slightly. “Then I should go…” He muttered slowly peeling himself away from you.
“No, Mikey, this is different. I really want you to meet him. Just, don’t freakout or he’ll freakout and then I will too.”
“I dunno, Y/N.” You could hear the nervousness in Mikey’s voice as he began to fidget with his hands. You stole another kiss and begged him to trust you. It took a few more moments and kisses of persuasion before the young turtle finally gave in and sat down nervously on the couch.
You ran into the kitchen to find your son hiding under the table. “Joel,” You smiled holding out your hand. Your boy scrambled to his feet and placed his tiny hand in yours. “Remember the turtle thing?” You asked to remind him not to freak out. Joel nodded silently and with his free hand he gripped onto your pants nervously.
Slowly and cautiously, you walked Joel into the living room, glancing up at Mikey who’s jaw went slack when he saw the tiny person walk out with you, clinging to your legs. “Joel, this is Mikey, mama’s friend.” You spoke in a chipper voice as your son peeked out nervously towards the giant turtle sitting on the couch. “Mikey, this is Joel. My son.” Your eyes went between Joel and Mikey, Joel to see if he was frightened and Mikey to see if he showed any signs of anger.
“H-Hey, little dude,” Mikey started after gulping, “I, uh, I brought pizza. Do you like pizza?” Scrambling, Mikey picked back up the box and opened it up for the kid to see the steaming pepperoni and cheese pizza.
You nudged Joel to get a reaction from him, shocking you, he dropped your hand and slowly walked over to Mikey. Once he got within arms reach of the pizza, you laughed as he slowly took a slice, not once letting his eyes fall off Mikey. “Yous a turtle?” He asked softly before taking a nibble of his pizza.
Mikey smiled, clearly relieved that your kid didn’t scream and cry. “Yeah, little dude. I’m a real turtle. Got three bros too.”
Joel smiled and climbed up on the couch next to Mikey. “They turtles? I like turtles. I like pizza too!”
“You’re my kinda man, kiddo!” Mikey laughed as you walked over to sit down next to Joel, kissing the top of his head. “I love being a turtle and pizza is the best thing in the world! Ya know, if you like turtles so much I could give you one of your own. He’s big and his name is Raph–”
“Mikey!” You playfully scolded, reaching over to pop him on the arm.
Joel giggled as Mikey laughed and rubbed his arm. “Sorry, babe. Can’t blame me for trying.”
After that, your crappy day had morphed into the best night of your life. Mikey and Joel became the best of friends and watched cartoons together while coloring, all laid out on your living room floor. Mikey had stolen a kiss while Joel ran to his room to fetch more coloring books. “You must like me a lot to introduce me to your kid.” He beamed as he nuzzled your neck.
“I do, Mikey. I trust you enough to let you near the most precious thing in my life.” You blushed, hugging him close to your body.
“I love ya, Baby doll. I promise I’m gonna protect both you.”
Once Joel returned you watched the two bond for what felt like hours before hopping up. “Who wants some ice cream?” You asked, picking up the now empty pizza box. You giggled as both Mikey and Joel raised their hands and hollered excitedly.
While in the kitchen, while you were busy putting together three ice cream Sundays, you listened in on Mikey and Joel talking and laughing. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face until you heard it…..the thing no mother ever wants to hear being told to their toddler.
“Now these, little dude, are called Nunchucks..”
Your eyes went wide and you bolted right back into to the living room, “MIKEY!”
