SavannahsDrabbles

(I'm prefacing this story with a warning because it contains traumatic experiences and the coping of said traumatic experiences. Otherwise, enjoy~!) “What an adorable little worm!” Donatello’s eyelids shot open, the echo of a pained infantile cry dying under the presently restless one, his long-anticipated moment of sleep quickly fading. His fatigued eyes unconsciously glanced at the clock as he hurriedly propped himself up on his elbows, acknowledging the bright red “3:13 AM” aligning the digital clock’s face as he removed the warm top sheet from his aching body. Sunita stirred beside him, turning to sideways glance as her voice barely registered, “Do I need to…?” However, he was already off the bed, quietly approaching the crib. “I’ll take care of her, ‘Nita. Go back to sleep.” His heart was still pounding from the recollection, but he shook it off as he cradled Kathrine’s delicate body. Her response was a muffled, sleep-laced hum as he lifted the bawling infant into his arms,