Help help help its too cute!!

Leonardo

Before pregnancy:

He'd either walk you or carry you to his room, flop down on the bed, and proceed to give you little kisses, wrapped up in blankets and surrounded by pillows. Several times, his 'little kisses' turned into heated make out sessions.

Uh.. between pregnancy and kidnapping:

After that, your bond with each other grew. The next time he cuddled you, he would hold you close and play with your hair, stare into your eyes, teasingly run his fingers over your scars lightly, and whisper sweet compliments to you. His kisses were occupied with a new love for you, far more passionate and deep, a whole new level of love and fondness for you. You were his, he confirmed one night, gazing down at you with shining blue eyes, mentally marveling at the size of your heart, the size of your love, your wondrous capability to love something so different, something not human. You felt exactly the same. In your eyes, Leo was an angel, not a freak. You saw yourself as dull, boring, the complete opposite of what Leo saw in you. Leo opened your eyes, showed you how amazing you really were. Without saying a single word, he had told you that you were The One. The one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. At least, that's what you hoped.

When you returned:

Leo, now knowing that he is a father, was in shock.
You, with a new body, new face, new skin, weren't sure what to expect.
When he returned from dream land, he swept you up and kissed you with more love than ever. The kisses he gave you before now felt shy, like he had been holding back, afraid he'd scare you off by showing you exactly how much love he had for you. Leo gently placed you in bed, and curled up with you, telling you how much he loved you, how beautiful you are, then and now, how he can't wait to hold his children, and how lucky he felt to have you.

And to top it all off, image, in each of these cuddling scenarios with Leo, waking up to that face (above).

Donnatello

Before pregnancy:

He'd bashfully take your hand and walk up to his room, climb in his bed and just hold you, smiling. When you'd look up at him, he'd look back at you, and smile even wider, moving hair away from your perfect face. His kisses were soft and caring, so much, that your heart swelled with love whenever he kissed you.

Between pregnancy and kidnapping:

He actually became more confident afterwards, just enough to notice. When you cuddled, he'd spent most of the time kissing all over your face, along your shoulders and jaw. His favorite place to kiss you was your scar, teasingly stating that it was his mark. He'd also talk, the subject starting out random, then it turn to either you or Donnie, sometimes both, where you'd list all the things you loved about him, and he'd do the same for you.
His kisses had a hint of hesitation in them, but only a small hint. Love and disbelief overruled his hesitation. Donnie truly loved you, with all his heart. His hesitation was worry that he'd take it too far, make you uncomfortable. Disbelief was that you were actually here. Actually in his arms, telling him of how much you loved him, that you could put in words. Disbelief that you were still here, still by his side.

When you returned:

Donnie cried. In the safety of his room, in the safety of his bed, he held you close, closer than he ever did before, and cried softly. Tears of pure relief and joy. To break the ice, he joked that you wouldn't need his help getting things from tall shelves any more.
His kisses lost hesitation, every ounce of it. He knew. He was positive. He wouldn't hold back anymore, he couldn't. Donnie's kisses surprised the both of you, bursting with passion, bubbling with love. Every moment he spent without you was put in that kiss, every minute he spent not seeing your face, your eyes, feeling your lips on his. He was all yours. And you were all his. You both knew that.

So imagine how your heart nearly burst, seeing his loving smile the next mornings (above).

Raphael

Before pregnancy:

Raph would smirk and carry you up, falling into bed, holding you in his arms. In the privacy of his room, he let you see his soft side completely, something so rare, it made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
His kisses, at first rough, became softer and more relaxed. If he was feeling happy, or sad, really it didn't depend on his mood, if he felt like it, he'd tickle you. Hearing your laughter brightened up even his darkest days, and he felt he had no way to give you a gift that could match that. Raph didn't understand that being here with him, seeing his soft side, even being mercilessly tickled by him, was the best thing he could give you.

Between pregnancy and kidnapping:

Believe it or not, he was kinder. Cuddles with him were, gentle. He took his time, tracing your face and memorize the curls that fell in front of your eyes. He played with your hair, twirling it with his large fingers, traced over your scars so lightly you shivered, and kissed your face. His kisses were surprisingly shy. He had the one thing he never thought he could have. Raph had love, the kind you hear about in fairy tales. And it was with you. A girl he saved at a public pool, who thought he was a dream or something, a girl that surprised him immediately. And he was hesitant, because he didn't want to ruin this, didn't want to ruin this new love that he couldn't live without. A part of him was scared. But seeing you every morning, pressed to his plastron, silenced that fear. He didn't know how you did it, but just seeing you, made his head stop spinning. All the worries, the bad thoughts, the sad thoughts that went round and round his head skidded to a halt, and the only thing Raph could think was: 'She's mine?'
You gave him something he could only dream of. You gave him love, from the bottom of your beautiful heart. How could he possibly repay you?

When you returned:

He hugged you for a full 30 minutes, standing in the middle of his room and swaying ever so slightly. Then he moved to the bed and enveloped you in his warm blanket, his scent surrounded you, making you smile in delight.
When Raph kissed you, it was full of desperation and need. He was scared out of his mind while you were gone, and hid it within the cold armour he had before you met. Finally having you in his arms again, he was desperate to feel you against him, to taste your lips on his. He needed to tell you, show you how much he truly loved you, in any way possible. And he was a father! He had never dreamed that he could be a father, really, Raph rarely dreamed he could love anyone like you. You proved him wrong on both.
Raph promised to protect you, and he would. And he would protect your child too.

Now imagine, waking up to see him grinning down at you like that (above).

Michelangelo

Before pregnancy:

Mikey absolutely loved cuddling with you. Whenever he could, he'd carry you up to his room and crash down on his bed, kissing you and telling you how wonderful you are.
His kisses were, innocent. He kissed you whenever he felt like it, but in the privacy of his room, he gave you extra special kisses, ones that still revealed his innocence, but let you know that he really loved you, and that you were special to him.

Between pregnancy and kidnapping:

At first, Mikey was a tad embarrassed. He wasn't sure what to do next, and relied on you to show him.
You just smiled and told him to cuddle with you, like always.
But Mikey couldn't do that.
That special time he spent with you, broadened his mind, and he realized he didn't give you the love you deserve.
Cuddles with you became special moments, one he wanted to treasure forever. During this time alone, he wanted to let you know how much you meant to him.
Mikey walked you to his bedroom, pulled you down on the bed, and held you close, playing with your hair and describing his love for you the best he could. He'd trace your scar and kiss it gently, and made sure you were smiling when you left, or fell asleep.
Mikey's kisses were, surprisingly, mature. He surprised you, really, you froze when he first kissed you after.. that. The amount of love in his kiss was almost overwhelming, causing your heart to skip a beat, and you couldn't think straight.
Mikey was a child. Was. Meeting you, traveling the winding roads of relationships, helped him to grow. Now he knew how to love you. Knew how important you were, how amazing you were. He knew he needed you by his side, if you'd stay.

When you returned:

Mikey couldn't believe it. Him, a father? That was something even he knew was close to impossible.
When you told him, his jaw dropped to the floor, and his baby blue eyes showed nothing else than shock and delight. Then he swept you up and spun you around, pressing hundreds of kisses to your face. He fell in bed with you, beaming, in awe that you were carrying his children, that you claimed his heart, and gave him yours. Wrapped up him his warm embrace, you were positive you died and went to heaven. His bright, round, green face was the happiest you'd even seen him.
Pressing a long, loving kiss to your lips, your head spun, and all you wanted to do was stay in that moment, where it was just you, Mikey, the soon- to- come babies, and that amazing, incredible kiss. Nothing could beat this moment. The birth of your children would come close, but this moment was overflowing with love, passion, and need.

Now imagine, waking up and seeing him smile down at you dreamily (above).

Did I go overboard?

....

Nah.

I'll update as soon as possible, we're having a party on the 5th!