The light that peered through the shutters warmed up Donatello's face and blinded his eyes when he cracked them open to welcome the morning sun. The mutant flinched and groaned, burying his head back into the pillow.
He could smell the faint aroma of some kind of food, but his senses were still waking up. Soon, he heard light footfalls and felt the bed shift. He moved his arm to drop onto the normally occupied other side of the bed to find it empty.
"Good morning, sleepy head."
Donatello propped himself up on his elbow and a smile tugged at his lips. April sat on their bed with a tray of food. Her red hair stuck up in places and Donatello took a moment to appreciate how adorable she looked in her yellow tank top and purple boy shorts.
The mutant fully sat up, feeling the sleep in his muscles. He eyed the tray and grinned. On it was a large plate with two pancakes and slices of bananas, drizzled in syrup. There were also two glasses of milk and a small bowl of grapes.
"What's this?" Donatello raised an eyebrow ridge, grinning wider. Everything in the room was bathed in a washed out yellow from the sun just peaking over the horizon. April grinned back and placed the tray on his lap.
The food smelt good and the steam the pancakes gave off from being fresh out of the pan tickled his face. April crawled closer to him and sat on her knees. She took the fork and knife and cut a piece of the pancake.
"Breakfast in bed, silly." She chuckled at him. Donatello playfully rolled his eyes at her, his grin betraying him.
"I know THAT. Any special occasion?"
"Because I love you?"
"Good enough." He mumbled as she raised the fork with a piece of the pancake to his mouth. He gingerly took it and ate it. He took the knife and fork from her, cut a slice and fed that to her.
April grinned as they fed each other, Donatello getting butter on her nose and April balancing a piece of banana on his head. Soon the pancakes were gone and so were the glasses of milk.
The red head found herself laying on the bed, Donatello beside her as he fed her the grapes in between kisses. They kissed whatever food that got on their bodies away, gently guiding their lips over one another's skin as the sun rose behind their curtains, the day long forgotten.
Donatello loved April for many reasons, but one of his favorite things about her was her ability to continue to surprise him over the years as a couple. The mutant couldn't ever recall a day that was boring with her in it.
April and Donnie would always try to find ways to surprise one another, catch the other off guard and out do one another with surprises. They weren't always big, the small things mattered as well. Like this.
April knew she didn't HAVE to make them breakfast in bed, but she did. As Donatello rested on the bed, April resting on his chest, he ran his fingers down her back and thought about how he could surprise her next.
Many ideas flooded his mind and he smiled, knowing he couldn't wait to give them all to her. He couldn't wait for the next day, the day after that, or the day after that. Their love was unique and strong and he knew it would stay like that for a very, very long time. After all, in the end, it was the little things that mattered.