A/N: A drabble about April and the Turtles. Enjoy!

She hadn't always been there, but now that she was theirs, they never wanted her to leave.

She is their mother. Their sister. Their lover, their friend… All of them, and at times, none of them at the same time. Something far better, far more… perfect.


For she took them in when they were tired, laughed with them when they were sad, fed them when they were hungry, bandaged their wounds when they bled, or cried.

And she never asked for anything in return. So in return they gave her love. A family that loved her.

Forever and always.