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Secret Affair	By : kittynakajima Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 15628 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Sonic is the property of SEGA/Sonic Team, and I do not profit from writing this story. However, I do claim ownership of the characters of Dr. Sara Torinai and Aria Torinai.

Chapter List
- 10
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Author�s Note:
Wow! You readers are really getting into this story. That fact alone
makes both Kawaii Sonikku and myself very happy.
Also, I�d like to take the time
to remind you that some of the other characters (i.e. Rouge,
Knuckles, Cream, etc.) will be showing up within the next couple of
chapters. Particularly Rouge and Knuckles, as their relationship is a
bit of a subplot on our part, which will reach an interesting
development.
Can�t say much more than that
or we�d spoil it.
So on with the story!
(Amy�s POV)
Bing. 3rd Floor.
Clothing for Infants/Maternity, Boys, Girls, Young Men and Juniors
this way.
We step out of the elevator and
slowly begin to make our way through the segmented displays within
the department. Turn back around after the car had cleared to make
sure that I hadn�t lost my shopping companions, only to hear �Over
here, Amy!� from my far right.
I smile as I wave over to Cream and
Cheese, who have come with me today. She�s rushed on ahead, with
Cheese in tow to the juniors section, eagerly holding up a top that
she�s already taken a liking to.
She had a half day from school and
invited me out for lunch and a movie. One of our impromptu bonding
sessions, where we go window shopping at the local mall, talk, and
just overall act and treat one another as sisters would.
I said yes instantly, of course.
I had been missing her company and haven�t spent a day out with her
of late, excluding the recent visit to Tails� workshop.
And with that particular
incident, that�s going to take a whole lot of making up by itself.
As I�m on my way to join her, a
hint of blue and pink catches the corner of my eye. Pausing
momentarily, I turn my full gaze to see a beautifully arranged
merchandising set for baby related items. Three bassinets solidly
colored in light blue, white, and pink respectively, and filled to
the brim with different items a mother to be would need.
Already interested, I make my way
over and start to rummage through each bassinet�s contents, making
mental notes of things that we�ll soon need in the weeks to come.
It�s not too hard to figure out what the blue and pink ones had in
them, which were clothing or items geared towards baby boys or girls
respectively.
However, the white bassinet
contained items with a unisex theme � that is, things that either
gender could use regardless as they had general uses or weren�t
color coded to specifics. Blankets, one�piece undergarments, and
bottles and a few other items were all neatly arranged to form a
little circle within it, with a petite pair of baby stockings in the
center.
I pick up the stockings to take a
closer look, instantly amazed at the details present on something so
tiny, when I hear a troublesome cough from behind, and turn around to
find Cream looking at me with a curious look on her face. Cheese was
also looking at me in the same fashion, while sporting a question
mark above its head.
She didn�t seem to quite be making
eye contact with me, and it took a few seconds before I suspected she
might have been looking at my midsection.
Instantly, I move a bit behind the
bassinet, in an attempt to conceal myself, which only made her stare
at me all the more.
Then I came to realizing I had
one of my heavier winter coats on. Particularly, one of two that I
have that make me look rounder than I truly am.
�Why do you do that every time I
catch you eyeing baby clothing?� she asks.
I smile and shrug, brushing it off
as a force of habit.
Well, the habit didn�t hold as
much significance as it does now�
Thankfully, we didn�t have to
dwell on this for long. Cream went full force into an all out speech
about how well the top she had found earlier would complement her
�assets� at a party she had been invited to. I smile while she�s
going on, but shake my head at the same time.
�It might look nice on you�but
you know your mother wouldn�t approve of something that�s
so�scarce�, I say while examining it. �A blind person
would probably say the same thing as well.�
I admit it was actually pretty
nice. A red halter top with a spaghetti string neckline and very low
back cut. Similar to something that I would wear myself, if I could
still fit into my regular clothes�
�But I remember that you wore this
type of stuff when you were my age!� she retorts, with her ears
flying straight up in the process.
�Chao chao!� added Cheese.
From the way it said that, I can
only assume that translates into �That�s true!�
�That was me. This is you.� I
reply. �I was already out on my own, and you probably think I could
have done whatever I wanted. But that�s not the case � I had to
act responsibly in almost everything I did, which included the way I
dressed.
I might have dressed a bit mature
for my age, but I definitely didn�t wear anything that drew...�
�Unnecessary attention�, she
adds, finishing my statement.
A small giggle manages to escape my
lips at this, and seeing as how she understands my point, I take a
second look at the aforementioned top, while thinking of other pieces
of clothing that would make it more �Vanilla-friendly�,
considering how conservative she generally is.
�Do you at least have a nice
jacket at home that could go with this?� I finally say, after a few
seconds of careful accessorizing.
�Yes. A black denim jacket with
matching black boot cut jeans� she chimes as her expression
brightens as I hand her back the piece.
I give her thumbs up as 100
approval.
�Alright then. It�s okay by me
if you�ll be wearing something over it. Just don�t take it off,
or else I�ll have your mother lecturing me about how revealing
clothing is an unspoken invitation for groping.�
She�s ecstatic at this point, and
by now has tackled me to the floor in a tight embrace, screaming
things like �Thank you Amy!� or �You�re so cool!� while
other customers are starting to give us weird looks.
Cheese wasn�t helping matters
either by hopping about and saying �Chao chao!� as well.
Remembering my condition, I pull the
both of us into a sitting position while telling her that it�s
nothing on my part.
Getting back up on our feet, I tell
her to go and look around a bit while I go and get a one or two items
for myself. Instantly, she�s back over in Juniors looking at more
tops, giving me an opportunity to finally go and get what I need at
the moment.
Maternity clothes.
It�s still a bit early at this
point, as I�m 4 months along, but I�m already pretty big. Sara
told me that I could expect to have a bugling belly at about five
months, but I think that�s an understatement.
I can hardly fit into any of my
regular clothes. Everything looks disproportioned, or out of shape,
and the only thing that looks halfway decent at the moment are
Sonic�s pants.
He might not wear them all the
time, but he does have clothes.
Giving a casual glance and smile
back over to Cream (who�s still exploring in Juniors), I quickly
make my way over to the Maternity section of the floor, skimming
through several racks of clothing before a few choice articles of
clothing catch my interest. Particularly, a pair of maternity khakis,
a sundress that seemed to show all the best assets of the mannequin
it was on (even if it was just a few pillows stuffed underneath to
make it look pregnant), and a shirt that could actually fit over my
belly.
Eager to see and feel how they
looked, I rushed into a vacant dressing room nearby and rapidly jump
into the khakis with little to no problem.
With two body length mirrors facing
each other, I turn from side to side, carefully studying their form
and shape upon my body. After a few minutes of inspections, I�m
finally satisfied when I can�t find anything that would change my
mind about purchasing them.
Yet there is one thing that
probably could: Sonic.
I had asked him if he had wanted to
accompany me to find better fitting clothes for the rest of the
pregnancy, to which he said no. Not a flat out �no�, but his
usual way of dodging something � an awkward smile while saying
something to the effect of �you have a better fashion sense than I
do�.
Normally, I would have
interpreted that as one of many futile attempts at being polite, but
I can sense it wasn�t�
I slip out of the shirt I had been
wearing in exchange for the one that I was hoping to buy, quickly
admiring myself in it while trying to concentrate on that rather than
the current thoughts in mind.
The more I try, the more my thoughts
wander off towards Sonic and his behavior since finding out about the
baby. Growing increasingly quiet and distant to the point where it
feels as if time has turned back, and I�m once again the hyper
schoolgirl that was hot on his heels.
Only this time around, my
condition is allowing me to barely catch up to him�
He�s not at my apartment as often
or as frequent as when we first started, but he does at least stay
through the night. It�s a relief when I wake up and find that he�s
still in bed with me, but more and more it seems as if he�s waiting
on me to wake up, because he�ll instantly jump up and dash
out the moment he sees that I�m awake and fine�
Remembering what I was doing, I take
off the shirt to try on the sundress, which was the last thing I
picked. Almost instantly, it goes to work by concealing my belly with
a higher waist line that starts at the bust.
Back to Sonic, he�s just not the
way he was, even to the point of being intimate with me. We still
kiss and hug and exchange sweet things like �I love you�, but
they seem to be few and far in between.
But the real kicker is the fact that
we�ve stopped having sex altogether. We went at it once or twice a
few times after he find out, but it got to a point where he finally
came out and stated that he was uncomfortable with being so intimate
in my condition. We both left it at that since, even with me
informing him that sex wasn�t necessarily harming the baby in any
way.
But I probably bet it�s because
he�s uncomfortable with looking upon the continuing changes my body
has been going through�
With all these things in mind, it
just succeeds in making me feel extremely guilty about everything in
general. Guilty for keeping it to myself and not telling him, or
other friends, who have yet to know.
Guilty for knowing that he�s
obviously not too thrilled about this development in our
relationship.
Even guilty for being pregnant in
the first place.
He�s gone from being the
carefree, happy-go-lucky fellow I fell in love with to being overly
serious and worried all the time.
Knowing that it all stems from my
pregnancy.
It almost makes me wonder if he
would have changed so drastically if I had told him when I initially
found out (instead of an inaccurate message on the answering
machine).
Almost makes me wish I never
became pregnant in the first place�
Suddenly realizing what I was doing
once more, I try to shake the last thought as I remove the sundress
and proceed to dress up in the clothes I had initially been wearing.
Or at least, I would have been if I
hadn�t felt a peculiar wet spot on the pants. Probably would have
thought little of it as I�ve been having a bit of trouble
controlling my bladder of late. (typical pregnancy issue)
However, the all too familiar hint
of a sanguine copper in the immediate air prompted me to lower one
hand towards the wet area before promptly raising it to my nose to
inspect.
Only to find the copperish scent
more prominent and stronger�
Heart now racing, I carefully
undo the first button of the pants as I slid one hand inside, as the
realization of what said �wet spot� was starts to come into full
light.
My suspicions are confirmed as I
remove my hand, with the presence of freshly shed blood dripping from
my glove.
Eyes wide open, I did the only
thing that came to mind at a horrific time such as this.
I screamed.
(Cream�s P.O.V.)
Cheese and I were still in the
Juniors section browsing when we heard a scream in the direction of
the dressing rooms. Some customers quickly turned in the direction of
the sound, but returned their attention back to what they were doing
previously soon afterwards. As it sounded a bit familiar, I perked my
right ear up in hopes of hearing it again, when �help me� was
spoken soon after in the same direction.
Instantly realizing who it
was, I grabbed Cheese (who dropped the top I wanted) and dashed over
to the dressing rooms. We were both in front of a particular one,
which, when I tried to open the door, wouldn�t budge as weight was
preventing it from being opened.
Signalling Cheese, I told it to go
between the gap above the door and unhinge the lock from within,
which it did.
No sooner had it succeeded in
opening the door did Amy stumble out and fall on the floor, withering
in pain.
Kneeling down to help her up, I
grabbed at one of her hands and felt something wet, and when I
realized it was blood, I started to panic.
It wasn�t really helping matters
when a crowd started to form behind and around us, with people
whispering nonsense and saying things like �one of them is hurt�,
but not bothering to help.
Now in tears, I did my best to reach
for my cell phone and dial 911, and stayed on with the operator until
the paramedics came for the both of us.
As we were pushing our way towards
the ambulance through the earlier crowd of customers who did nothing
to help her, Amy told me to call Sonic and let him know what�s
going on.
Which I do � told him what
hospital we�re going to, but couldn�t tell him exactly what was
going on, since I wasn�t quite sure myself.
That was, until he said two words
before hanging up.
�The baby.�
And that ends this chapter. If
you think Cream�s out of character in this one, she might and might
not be. Cream is about 13 years old in this fan fiction, which just
puts her at the beginning of being a teenager, where a lot of crazy
changes happen.
Stay tuned for the next
chapter, where we find out what�s happening with Amy and the baby,
as well as seeing Sonic�s perspective after finding out about the
pregnancy.
Shadow also reappears, and there
will be some words/fists exchanged between him and Sonic, so if you
were waiting for that in particular, the next chapter is the chapter
to read.
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