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Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?” \n\nHe opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little brother way saying. After a moment he gently reached out, touching Mikey’s chin. “Use words.” \n\nSplinter felt himself unconsciously hold his breath. It was not often, even with Donatello present that Michelangelo spoke when they were all together like this. He watched as Michelangelo shifted, looking slightly uncomfortable. Donatello ignored Michelangelo’s uncertainty. “Use words Mikey.”\n\nSplinter watched as Michelangelo looked at Donatello for a moment before opening his mouth, “what…..cowor?” as he spoke he again pointed to his eyes and then to Raphael. Donatello cocked his head to the side. “Green. Like us.” \n\nBut Michelangelo shook his head. Before reaching up to touch Donatello’s face. “Downy….pwerple.” \n\nMichelangelo let go of Donatello and then touched his own face. “Me…….erang.” \n\nMichelangelo again pointed to Raphael who had looked up from his coloring, watching as his youngest brother spoke. “What…..cowor….raph?”\n\nAfter a moment Donatello smiled and gave Mikey a small hug. Silently splinter wished he could hug his youngest too. It was so rare for the youngest turtle to speak. Splinter could sit with him for hours and only get him to say one or two words. But with a little bit of encouragement Donatello could get him to speak understandable sentences. Splinter watched as Donatello spoke. “Raph color red. This one.”\n\nAfter a moment of searching Donatello produced a red crayon and handed it to Raph who giggled and went back to his drawing. Splinter watched Michelangelo’s movements, trying to figure out what he was drawing from the way his crayons and arm moved. After 15 minutes splinter sighed and slowly stood up, feeling his sons all turn to look up at him. \n\n“You have 5 minutes to finish your drawing my sons. Then we will go for our morning run.” \n\nThe react he got was typical. Leonardo began to pack away his crayons having already finished his picture. Raphael let out a low ‘hmpf’ and hurried to finish his drawing. Donatello knelt over Mikey and watched as he added a few final details to his drawing before holding it up for…….\n\nSplinter knelt down, noting that Michelangelo took a small step back, coming to a stop as his shell touched Donatello’s chest. It pained splinter as he found that Michelangelo’s arms shook slightly as he continued to hold out the picture he’d drawn. On the small piece of paper Michelangelo had drawn 5 simple stick-figures. 4 of them had simply drawn shells along with a colored line across their face; indicating which of the brothers the figure was supposed to be. \n\nIn the middle of the picture splinter found that Michelangelo had drawn him too and had even given his figure his walking stick. But it was the placement of the figures that drew splinter’s attention. While his own figure was in the center of the picture, Raphael seemed to be a little further out then the others. As his eyes moved over the picture splinter noted that unlike his other brothers, Donatello’s figure was not as sloppily colored in; indeed splinter could find no traces of color outside the lines of Donatello’s shell. Not only that but the figures for Donatello and Michelangelo were holding hands; an obvious sign of their affection for each other. \n\nHe’d been so focused on the picture that he hadn’t noticed that Mikey was beginning to shake even worse now. “Swinter……not…….like?” he looked down at his youngest son who was looking up at him, his eyes filled with confusion, fear, hope and uncertainty. He smiled at Michelangelo, kneeling down so he was closer to the youngest turtle. “It’s wonderful my son.” \n\nMikey’s confused face split into a smile. “Daddy……like it?” \n\nSplinter nodded. “I like it very much.” Behind Michelangelo, Donatello gave his brother a hug. “He like it, he like it!”\n\nSplinter watched as Michelangelo again smiled up at him. Although Michelangelo smiled often, it was not the same kind of smile he was giving now. This smile was filled with happiness and joy; a sign that he was truly happy at that moment. Splinter smiled again at him. “Michelangelo……..may I hang this on our fridge?”\n\nThe young turtle’s eyes went wide. “Hang up?” splinter nodded. “May I hang it up on the fridge?”\n\nMichelangelo looked do Donatello who giggled and hugged him. “Say yes! Say yes!” \n\nSplinter continued to smile reassuringly at Mikey who slowly turned to him before opening his mouth. “O……ok.” \n\nMichelangelo's voice was weak and splinter could tell his son was still unsure of himself. \n\nContinuing to smile splinter spoke. “Would you like to help y Michelangelo?” \n\nMichelangelo looked at him unsure. “H…how?” splinter slowly moved, offering his hand to Michelangelo who looked nervously to Donatello who nodded. “It ok Mikey.” \n\nSplinter felt his heart swell slightly as Michelangelo reached out and nervously gripped one of splinter’s fingers with his hand. As splinter led his son into the kitchen he noted that Michelangelo’s other hand had grabbed onto Donatello’s wrist and had pulled him along to. \n\nStopping in front of the fridge splinter paused as he pulled one of the small magnets off of the metal fridge before speaking to his son. “Will you tell me where the picture should go my son?”\n\nHe watched as Michelangelo looked at the fridge for several moments before speaking nervously. “Top.”\n\nSplinter smiled to himself as he placed the small piece of paper at the very top of the fridge before placing the magnet on top of it; holding it in place. “Is that good my son?”\n\nHe’d expected Michelangelo to simply nod, or maybe say “good.” He hadn’t expected to feel \n\nMichelangelo’s arms wrap around the hem of his robes. He looked down, slightly startled as Michelangelo buried his face in his robes for a moment before speaking. “Glad daddy likes.” \n\nSlowly splinter knelt down, his heart swelling again as this time Michelangelo didn’t shrink back this time. “I love it my son. Just as I love you.” He spread his arms, offering Michelangelo a hug if he wanted it. He bit his lip, willing himself not to cry as Michelangelo took a nervous step forward and accepted the hug.\n\nSplinter closed his eyes, when Michelangelo had been a baby he’d use to hold him for hours, gently rocking the smallest turtle back and forth. But that had changed when Michelangelo had turned 2. He’d become……..reclusive. Often shying away from the physical contact of his father, instead scurrying to hide behind Donatello who would giggle thinking it was a game. \n\nTo hold his youngest in his arms again, to feel the tiny body press against him seeking love; it was almost overwhelming to splinter. He felt Donatello join the small hug, both of them pressing in on michelangelo. \nSilent tears fell from splinters eyes as he held his sons tightly against his body. He loved them, he loved them so much it almost hurt. \n\n“thank you my son. Thank you.”\n\nFrom inside the hug splinter heard michelangelo spoke. “happy daddy likes.”","description_bbcode_parsed":"Splinter smiled to himself as he looked over his sons. Raphael and Leonardo were lying on their stomachs while they colored, occasionally shifting to pick up a different crayon from the small pile they had. Donatello use using a chair as a make-shift table while at his feet Michelangelo was using a small box as a table. Splinter sighed and closed his eyes, returning to his meditations. He’d learned long ago that if he wanted peace and quiet he had to distract his sons. And nothing did this better then coloring, not only did it distract his sons but it also provided him with the oddly soothing ‘whoosh’ sounds the crayons made as they passed over the paper. A small noise made splinter’s ears flick towards his sons. “Mikey?”

He opened his eyes, watching as his youngest son pointed to his new headband before pointing to Raph, all the while gently tugging on Donatello’s hand. Donatello looked at him for a moment trying to understand what his little brother way saying. After a moment he gently reached out, touching Mikey’s chin. “Use words.”

Splinter felt himself unconsciously hold his breath. It was not often, even with Donatello present that Michelangelo spoke when they were all together like this. He watched as Michelangelo shifted, looking slightly uncomfortable. Donatello ignored Michelangelo’s uncertainty. “Use words Mikey.”

Splinter watched as Michelangelo looked at Donatello for a moment before opening his mouth, “what…..cowor?” as he spoke he again pointed to his eyes and then to Raphael. Donatello cocked his head to the side. “Green. Like us.”

But Michelangelo shook his head. Before reaching up to touch Donatello’s face. “Downy….pwerple.”

Michelangelo let go of Donatello and then touched his own face. “Me…….erang.”

Michelangelo again pointed to Raphael who had looked up from his coloring, watching as his youngest brother spoke. “What…..cowor….raph?”

After a moment Donatello smiled and gave Mikey a small hug. Silently splinter wished he could hug his youngest too. It was so rare for the youngest turtle to speak. Splinter could sit with him for hours and only get him to say one or two words. But with a little bit of encouragement Donatello could get him to speak understandable sentences. Splinter watched as Donatello spoke. “Raph color red. This one.”

After a moment of searching Donatello produced a red crayon and handed it to Raph who giggled and went back to his drawing. Splinter watched Michelangelo’s movements, trying to figure out what he was drawing from the way his crayons and arm moved. After 15 minutes splinter sighed and slowly stood up, feeling his sons all turn to look up at him.

“You have 5 minutes to finish your drawing my sons. Then we will go for our morning run.”

The react he got was typical. Leonardo began to pack away his crayons having already finished his picture. Raphael let out a low ‘hmpf’ and hurried to finish his drawing. Donatello knelt over Mikey and watched as he added a few final details to his drawing before holding it up for…….

Splinter knelt down, noting that Michelangelo took a small step back, coming to a stop as his shell touched Donatello’s chest. It pained splinter as he found that Michelangelo’s arms shook slightly as he continued to hold out the picture he’d drawn. On the small piece of paper Michelangelo had drawn 5 simple stick-figures. 4 of them had simply drawn shells along with a colored line across their face; indicating which of the brothers the figure was supposed to be.

In the middle of the picture splinter found that Michelangelo had drawn him too and had even given his figure his walking stick. But it was the placement of the figures that drew splinter’s attention. While his own figure was in the center of the picture, Raphael seemed to be a little further out then the others. As his eyes moved over the picture splinter noted that unlike his other brothers, Donatello’s figure was not as sloppily colored in; indeed splinter could find no traces of color outside the lines of Donatello’s shell. Not only that but the figures for Donatello and Michelangelo were holding hands; an obvious sign of their affection for each other.

He’d been so focused on the picture that he hadn’t noticed that Mikey was beginning to shake even worse now. “Swinter……not…….like?” he looked down at his youngest son who was looking up at him, his eyes filled with confusion, fear, hope and uncertainty. He smiled at Michelangelo, kneeling down so he was closer to the youngest turtle. “It’s wonderful my son.”

Mikey’s confused face split into a smile. “Daddy……like it?”

Splinter nodded. “I like it very much.” Behind Michelangelo, Donatello gave his brother a hug. “He like it, he like it!”

Splinter watched as Michelangelo again smiled up at him. Although Michelangelo smiled often, it was not the same kind of smile he was giving now. This smile was filled with happiness and joy; a sign that he was truly happy at that moment. Splinter smiled again at him. “Michelangelo……..may I hang this on our fridge?”

The young turtle’s eyes went wide. “Hang up?” splinter nodded. “May I hang it up on the fridge?”

Michelangelo looked do Donatello who giggled and hugged him. “Say yes! Say yes!”

Splinter continued to smile reassuringly at Mikey who slowly turned to him before opening his mouth. “O……ok.”

Michelangelo's voice was weak and splinter could tell his son was still unsure of himself.

Continuing to smile splinter spoke. “Would you like to help y Michelangelo?”

Michelangelo looked at him unsure. “H…how?” splinter slowly moved, offering his hand to Michelangelo who looked nervously to Donatello who nodded. “It ok Mikey.”

Splinter felt his heart swell slightly as Michelangelo reached out and nervously gripped one of splinter’s fingers with his hand. As splinter led his son into the kitchen he noted that Michelangelo’s other hand had grabbed onto Donatello’s wrist and had pulled him along to.

Stopping in front of the fridge splinter paused as he pulled one of the small magnets off of the metal fridge before speaking to his son. “Will you tell me where the picture should go my son?”

He watched as Michelangelo looked at the fridge for several moments before speaking nervously. “Top.”

Splinter smiled to himself as he placed the small piece of paper at the very top of the fridge before placing the magnet on top of it; holding it in place. “Is that good my son?”

He’d expected Michelangelo to simply nod, or maybe say “good.” He hadn’t expected to feel

Michelangelo’s arms wrap around the hem of his robes. He looked down, slightly startled as Michelangelo buried his face in his robes for a moment before speaking. “Glad daddy likes.”

Slowly splinter knelt down, his heart swelling again as this time Michelangelo didn’t shrink back this time. “I love it my son. Just as I love you.” He spread his arms, offering Michelangelo a hug if he wanted it. He bit his lip, willing himself not to cry as Michelangelo took a nervous step forward and accepted the hug.

Splinter closed his eyes, when Michelangelo had been a baby he’d use to hold him for hours, gently rocking the smallest turtle back and forth. But that had changed when Michelangelo had turned 2. He’d become……..reclusive. Often shying away from the physical contact of his father, instead scurrying to hide behind Donatello who would giggle thinking it was a game.

To hold his youngest in his arms again, to feel the tiny body press against him seeking love; it was almost overwhelming to splinter. He felt Donatello join the small hug, both of them pressing in on michelangelo.
Silent tears fell from splinters eyes as he held his sons tightly against his body. He loved them, he loved them so much it almost hurt.

“thank you my son. Thank you.”

From inside the hug splinter heard michelangelo spoke. “happy daddy likes.”","writing":"","writing_bbcode_parsed":"","pools_count":0,"title":"WORDS IN A DRAWING","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/png","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"0","rating_name":"General","ratings":[],"submission_type_id":"1","type_name":"Picture/Pinup","guest_block":"f","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"57","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}