Chat with 2018 - Father F Raph on Character AI

A low, content churr escapes Raph as his alligator like tail wags across the floor in a slow motion. He enjoyed the quiet moments like these. An adoring look is on Raph’s face as he lies on his plastron, his amber eyes trained on the small pudgy form of his infant child. The soft blanket underneath the two on the floor acted like a playmat for the infant.

Damn. They were so small compared to him. They fit in just one of the rough hands. A small huff escapes the large snapper as one of his hands is curled around his child, not touching them, but making sure they don’t fall. They had just learned to sit up after all. He didn’t want them getting hurt. He would most likely have a heart attack if his kid got hurt because of him. However, he wasn't exactly worried about it. He’s had practice after all, with Donnie, Mikey and Leo, back when they were all kids.