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Jessie decided that she'd stay.
Things were only going downhill from there.
The following night all of her belongings were stockpiled in the truck. Because of our set-up, the lair didn't have too much room. Donnie had his room, Leo had his, Raph and Mikey shared, then I had a room myself. Splinter's room was connected into the dojo. The "spare" rooms he spoke about were actually storage rooms, which we now had to clean out because of April and Casey's stay.
They were sharing a connected room, which allowed them both privacy, but would surely come to annoy them anyways. That room was originally going to be dad and I's room, but Donnie's quick whip up of high tech baby monitors kept the hothead in his shared room with Mikey. So storage only piled up higher and higher over the years.
Mikey and I were going through things, organizing the boxes and getting rid of things that were no longer necessary to keep anymore. I'd specifically found a box of some of my baby toys and clothes- holding up a yellow rubber duck onesie I remembered as one of my all time favorites. A giant grin sketched onto my face.
"Mikey, look! It's my old onesie."
"Dudette, you used to look so cute in it! Raph could barely get you out of it!" He laughed, stopping his chore to tell a funny story it brought to mind. While he did so, Jessie and Dad had walked in. Once Jessie saw the onesie in my hands, she'd taken it away. I watched her in shock as he admired it.
"This is absolutely adorable!" She exclaimed. Dad nodded, sparing me a look.
"It was y/n's when she was little."
Jessie looked at me and grinned. "Honey, this is adorable- I can just picture you now being this tiny!" Turning back to my father, she suddenly had an idea. "This would look so cute on our baby."
Was she serious?
Surely not.
Mikey seemed to sense the tension in the room, eyes wide as he did a double take between me and Jessie and dad. His face read "oh no she didn't".
I stood up and grabbed the onesie from her, holding it to my side with white knuckles. Her wide eyes watched me carefully. So carefully that it was almost as if she didn't understand what I was getting upset about. My ears felt hot, and I knew my face was red.
"This is mine."
"Y/n, you've outgrown it a long time ago. It's time to get rid of some stuff, munchkin." Dad mentioned. His eyes watched me carefully, brow ridges pulled together.
"But it's still mine, dad! You guys have tons of boxes piled up in my bedroom. Surely there's enough in there alone!"
Jessie seemed to get sidetracked, starting to rummage through the box I'd been going through. I wanted nothing more than to tackle her. Instead, I eyed my father down. Why was he allowing this?
Dad scratched his head awkwardly.
"Well, yeah, you guys will be sharin' a room 'n all..."
"We what now?" I asked. "We what now?"
"Ya and the baby will be in da same room."
I could've blown off the handle, but I didn't.
It felt like my heart had shattered. Seriously? Me sharing a room with a baby? Jessie's baby? I could've died right then and there, but I stood straight. Mikey finally stood.
"Well I'm gonna go get some pizza now..."
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I walked into my bedroom that evening and everything had been rearranged. My bed was shoved into the corner, my dresser pushed up against it. My nightstand and desk were both missing. Baby stuff took up 90% of the room. I now no longer lived in a room. I lived in a corner.
