A/N: Hey every one this story is originaly owned by Randomguest851 she asked me to continue this story for her. So I hope you all still enjoy it!

Disclaimer: dont own the turtles, the original plot belongs to Randomguest815.

"So, Case, how's the pregnancy going?" Raphael asked, hanging up the little red motorbike ornament that he had made the first time he had ever seen one.

"Not good. April's driving me nuts!" Casey said, stringing the lights around the Christmas tree. "Every five minutes she wants a drink, or a hot water bottle, or some sandwich with, like, mayo and treacle, or-"

"I think he meant how's it going for April, doofus." Mikey interrupted, throwing a bauble at his excitable, yet tired, human friend.

"Yeah, she's really far through." Don said, plugging in the last of the sockets, ready to flick the switch and fill the lair with flashing Christmas lights.

"What is it, a couple of weeks till she's due?"

Casey nodded, moving now to take some tinsel and wrap it around anything he could find.

"Yeah, and it's really stressing me out, man. I mean, when she first got pregnant, I was all excited about being a dad. But now I'm really scared. I mean, what if I go wrong? What if my kid ends up as a bully at school, or gets bullied at school? And then what happens? What if they become a criminal? I mean, having a vigilante as a dad can't be a good start. What if they go around stealing stuff? Or, threatening people."

He sank down into the nearest chair.

"Shit, man, what if they kill someone?"

Raph threw his arm over his best friend's shoulder.

"Case, you're worrying about this way to much. Everything's gonna be fine."

"But, Raph." Casey said, looking up at his friend imploringly. "I'm a vigilante. V-I-G-...ilante."

Mikey laughed and Don shook his head, knowing deep inside that Mikey wouldn't be able to spell it either.

"I'm not exactly putting my kid in the best of positions."

Mikey sat on the arm of Casey's chair. "Yeah, but our dad is a mutant-rat-ninjitsu-master, and look at where we are!"

Don couldn't resist.

"And even though Mikey and Raph are how they are, Leo and I turned out just fine!"

Raph jumped up, drawing a sai angrily.

"Ah, ah, ah, Raph,"

Don teased.

"I'm holding electric wires. Come anywhere near me, and I'll electrocute you."

Mikey smiled.

"And he says he's the normal one."

"Talking of the normal one,"

Casey said, surveying the lair and inspecting the decorations.

"Where is Leo? No one told me anything about him leaving until he and Splinter said goodbye, and with the pregnancy and all, I forgot to ask."

"Well, you know we just turned eighteen?"

Don asked, and Casey nodded.

"Yeah, course. How could I not know when my best buds officially became adults?"

Don continued,

"Well, for us three, we are, as you say, officially adults. But, of course, Leo is a lot more traditional than us, so would not consider himself an adult until he had completed a pilgrimage."

"A pilgrimage?"

"Yeah. It is a Hamato tradition, and happens every year in December. The members of the clan who have turned eighteen that year go up a mountain in Japan, and spend a week up there with the other members of the clan who have also turned eighteen. Well, Leo's only going for a day, because of the fact we're in America and he needs to get home. And, as the Hamato clan is a ninja clan, any sensei that the person has had goes with them as well."

"Wait, other members?"

The human asked.

"Isn't that a bit risky for a mutant rat and a mutant turtle?"
"Well, yeah."

Don replied.

"That's why we weren't originally going to go. I mean, Splinter didn't even mention it to us at first. But then Leo found out about it and said he'd like it. He also pointed out that having an extended family in Japan would be a useful fall back for us if we're ever found out over here."

"He makes a good point."

Mikey smiled down at his friend.

"Yeah, but come on, a pilgrimage? It sounds boring, plus its way too much effort."

Raph chuckled.

"As delicately as he put that, Don and I agreed with Mikey. All that spiritual shit has always been Leo's cup of tea, and seeing as we haven't been raised fully aware of the clan, I'm not overly keen on the whole thing."

"So when are they back?"

Don smiled.

"On the fourteenth. Which gives them just enough time to decorate their rooms."

"Oh, shit."

Casey shouted, looking at his watch and standing up.

"I was meant to be back to decorate mine and April's room ten minutes ago."

He looked up at the turtles.

"She was upset about not being able to come down here, so decided to decorate the rest of the house and we'd do the bedroom together."

He picked up his coat and ran out the sewer, swearing all the way.
Mikey chuckled, sitting in Casey's chair and leaning back as Don flicked on the lights, illuminating the lair.

"Ah, you gotta love Christmas."

The others laughed at how quickly their friend left, Raph looked at the shut lair door and said to his brothers.

"Well his ass belongs to April now that he is late..."

Donnie chuckled and said matter of factly.

"I would hate to be Casey when he gets home."