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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
- 12
- 13
- 14
Author�s Note:
Things have gotten a bit hectic again. My work schedule might have
toned down for now, but college has resumed for me. Also, this just
so happens to be Kawaii Sonikku�s first semester, so the gap
between chapters might be a bit. I�m saying this because she�s
just as responsible for creating this story as I am, as much of her
input and foresight has shaped this fiction into what it currently
is.
Don�t worry, we�ll still be
updating. It just might take a little while longer than what we�re
doing now, since the both of us do brainstorming to figure out
what�ll happen next before I type up the next chapter.
Also, I�d like to note that
there were one or two folks who mentioned that it�d been awhile
since Eggman had been involved or mentioned within the story. I do
agree that he�s been quiet.
Maybe a little too quiet�
Don�t worry � he�ll be
rearing his bald little head as early as the next chapter.
(Amy�s POV)
$34.56, please.
I eagerly hand over my money with
exact change to the cashier, while gingerly grabbing one of two
grocery bags from the conveyor belt. Turning around to take the
other, I smile when I notice that Sonic has grabbed the other one.
Having completed our business, we both walk outside, instantly
greeted by the welcoming warmth the sun has to offer in the month of
June. I close my eyes for a split second, taking that time to bathe
within the radiance of the sun�s rays.
It feels good to be outside.
�You sure you don�t want me to
carry that for you?� Sonic asks once we�ve started back in the
direction of my apartment. Shifting his bag into one arm, he extends
the other towards me and my bag, silently asking me to comply.
Pausing, I take a moment to think
his offer over before playfully smacking away his extended hand. �I�m
pregnant, not invalid!� I declared. �It�s not going to hurt me
to carry a bag of groceries a couple of blocks.� And with that, we
both continued on our way.
Mentally, however, I�m a bit taken
back that he offered. A little over a month ago, I couldn�t even
get him to open a jar of pickles for me, but now he�s offering to
do little things like carrying my groceries.
The thought of how sweet he can
be at times makes me melt�
But then again, I suppose he has
a right to be worried, considering that fright we had recently...
I was on bed rest for nearly an
entire month. Couldn�t go outside, walk about, exercise�just had
to secure myself to either my bed or a couch if I really felt like a
change of venue.
That doesn�t quite count for much
in your own home � you know every nook and cranny, so there�s no
element of surprise to be had. There was nothing to be thrilled or
excited about, or look forward to other than more of the same.
At first, it actually wasn�t that
bad, as all I wanted was rest and to comply with Sara�s
orders as best I could. But one person can only sleep or lie around
in bed for so long before they start to get restless, which I did.
I even can go as far as to say that
I might have gone stark raving mad, if not for one person, and one
alone.
Sonic.
He took care of me the whole time I
was at home. Bringing me my meals and doing the grocery shopping.
Even trying to hold my interest through pure conversation, which is
something I definitely know he�s not too keen on.
Overall, with him there, it made the
time go faster than it would have if I had been going it alone.
It�s almost a bit surreal � a
couple of weeks ago he wasn�t all too thrilled about the baby, but
now�it almost seems like he�s somewhat okay with it. Not to the
point where he�s running around town yelling it out, but he does
seem a little bit excited.
I think our very first visit
together at the obstetrician proves that. You could definitely tell
that this was the first time he had ever been to one of these.
Completely the opposite of his cool and collected self. Sweating from
head to toe, shaky voice, and an unfounded fear that I would go into
labor the moment we walked in.
�You sure everything�s going to
be alright in here?� he asked curiously. �Nothing is going to set
you off?�
I shake my head and ask him whether
he thinks I�m carrying his child or a ticking bomb counting down to
detonation.
�Both!� he replies.
By the time we�re in with Sara and
situated, he seemed to have calmed down quite a bit. Particularly
when she performed what now feels very routine � a basic
ultrasound.
Holding a previously taken sonogram,
she gives it to us to study while using the stylus to home in on the
baby�s positioning.
�This is absolutely beautiful�,
she says while further maneuvering the stylus across my abdomen. �You
can clearly see everything at this point � hands, fingers, eyes,
nose�� She quickly traced each appendage out for us to see, even
though Sonic and I couldn�t really distinguish between all of it.
Afterwards, she revealed that the
blood clot that initially resulted in my bed rest status had nearly
disappeared. Apparently, it hadn�t necessarily been as large as she
had initially suspected, and according to her, this was one of the
few cases she�s covered where one had shrunken so rapidly.
�You wouldn�t have known you had
one�, she stated while pointing to the area it had been located
from the previous ultrasound. �Since this seems to be clearing up
and everything else looks to be in order, I think we can take you off
of the bed rest restriction.�
And as you can imagine, we�re both
ecstatic about it. I can finally walk around and resume a regular
routine without fear of any repercussions
Fresh air. Sun. Freedom for the
first time in weeks.
As for Sonic, he seemed happy about
it. He actually smiled and gave one of my hands a loving squeeze upon
hearing the good news. We were both perfectly content with the way
this visit was going.
That was, until it got even
better�
We had packed up and were about to
exit the office, when Sara said she had something very important to
tell us. Having thought that everything had already been cleared, we
were a bit curious (not to mention anxious) to find out whatever it
was.
Or so we thought.
As she removes her glasses to clean
them, she lets out a soft chuckle. �For a woman nearly halfway
through her pregnancy, you�re rather calm about not knowing the
gender of your offspring.� Closing her eyes, she carefully reset
her cleaned spectacles against the bridge of her nose, before smiling
and reopening them.
�The both of you do want to know,
right?�
The prospect of gender had never
truly entered into my mind. From the time I had found out and up
until now, I don�t think we were really trying to think of whether
or not it would be a boy or a girl, but more so as just an individual
on its own.
Hadn�t gone ahead and assumed
it was one or the other, because I might have unconsciously limited
myself towards contemporary social norms. Don�t want to condition a
little boy into being tough or a little girl into being passive�
So much already comes from the
assignment of a gender in itself � one can never truly escape all
the social expectations that are expected of one�s gender�
But at least, I�d like to try�
I tell her that I don�t
necessarily want to know, but mention that Sonic might be interested.
I sort of figured that he�s been through enough in the past few
weeks already.
But�he wanted to be surprised
too.
�Thanks, doc�, he began, while
moving in to give me a soft embrace, �but I don�t think I want to
know either. Besides, it shouldn�t be too much longer before
we really know, right?�
That was that. No more gender
this or that. We were simply going to wait until they made their
entrance into the world.
I guess Sara must have been a bit
shocked at first, since she had an eyebrow raised during and after
Sonic�s simple statement. �Okay then, suit yourself�, she
shrugged.
After a few seconds, she handed me
an appointment reminder slip while updating my personal file as we
all exited her office. �Well, I�ll see you next time, Amy.�
She said as she made her way down the hallway in a direction opposite
from ours. �If you change your mind, and I have had this
happen � feel free to contact me anytime.
I just hope you don�t ask me why I
didn�t tell you when you�re in the delivery room.�
And with that, she was off.
Today marks the second week since
Sara officially cleared me. It certainly feels good to be up and
about, doing even the little things that I took for granted. Walking
to the corner shop for the daily newspaper. Going to the bank. Even
something as necessary and basic as grocery shopping seems
exhilarating after being confined to one place for so long.
And, given everything that�s
happened and how sweet he�s been for the duration of this, I�m
planning on making a very special meal for a very special hedgehog on
his birthday tonight. At the very least, it�s one of the few
things I can do to show Sonic just how much his love and support have
meant to me.
Besides, they say that the best
way to a man�s heart is through food...
We were just about to start down the
last two blocks when one of my ears perked up and turned left in the
direction of a faint sound which was rapidly becoming more
pronounced. Sonic must have heard it too as he stopped in mid-step
alongside me to listen, as whatever it was sounded as if it were
coming in our direction.
Something faintly familiar�but
yet, we couldn�t pinpoint exactly what it was.
Waited a few seconds and that�s
when we both heard something to the effect of �I�M GONNA FUCK YOU
UP FOR THIS, SONIC!� in a familiarly deep tone of voice. By now, I
had no uncertainty as to who it would be. I also followed Sonic�s
lead in shaking my head, as we mumbled one name underneath our
breath.
Knuckles.
By now, we�ve already turned
around to face him and see what he wants, and he doesn�t look the
least bit pleased. Glaring daggers at the both of us as he quickly
crosses the street in the mist of a red light, not giving much
thought as to whether he could possibly be mowed down by any given
motorist. Or rather, motorists should be concerned about him,
as he instinctively deflected a screeching car that would have
presumably sent him flying towards Emerald Coast. Instantaneously,
several other cars behind the first began to swerve and maneuver
around to avoid a collision.
The driver of the first vehicle
jumped out to inspect the damage, which ranged from a cracked
headlight to a very large and visible dent on the hood. �I hope
you�re going to pay for this, jackass!� they yelled after the
enraged echidna.
Yet with one glare back from
Knuckles, they froze for a split second, yelling �FORGET IT!�
while retreating into their vehicle and zooming off.
Judging from the strength of his
voice, you could instantly deduce that something had happened
that would piss him off royally enough to come down from his island.
�Hey Sonic,� I whispered as he
was only a few yards away from us, �I bet you a back massage that
this has something to do with the Master Emerald�. �You�re on!�
he replied, just as Knuckles had finally reached the both of us.
And, in his normal, nonchalant
manner of speaking, Sonic asked: �So, what�s cooking, Knux?�
This only resulted in a low, menacing growl from Knuckles, who
immediately lunged forward in an offensive position.
�I�m not here to talk! I�m
just going to beat your ass into the sidewalk!� he yelled as he
made several furious jabs towards Sonic, all of which he easily
dodged. �Stop playing! You know what you did!� he growled as he
created a hole in the pavement, sending shockwaves that cracked and
fissured several surrounding tiles. Something that was folded dropped
from his side, and into the hole as resumed his assault.
As this continued, I carefully
inched myself closer towards the crater, just to get an idea of what
could have possibly happened if Sonic had stood still for a split
second. It was deep enough that he probably fractured a water main,
as it immediately began to bubble and flood with liquid. Also took
notice of a rectangular object that was gently floating long the
uneven surface, and rapidly getting soaked with each passing second.
Out of pure curiosity, I carefully
set aside my groceries and knelt down as best I could in an effort to
reach in and grab whatever it was that was floating in there. After a
few tries and repositioning myself twice, I was able to get a good
look at what Knuckles had dropped in the heat of his anger.
It took just one hard look at the
water damaged cover before I let out an anguished sigh.
The Station Square Inquirer.
Particularly that lovely little issue where they�re trying to infer
that Sonic is seeing a sultry little number � better known to us as
Rouge.
As it doesn�t take much to put two
and two together with Knuckles, I figure that this is the cause of
his anger. I still wonder why it would have taken him this long to
hear about it.
Then again, he does live on a
floating rock a good percentage of the time.
Ever so carefully, I push my
groceries to a �safe� spot on the sidewalk behind a mailbox
before gently trying to straighten myself up. Not as easy as it
seems, as gravity hasn�t been in agreement with me since the baby
started to make itself at home in my womb.
After a few minutes of easing myself
up into a standing position, I yell at Knuckles, who�s still trying
to show Sonic how he can create a whole new shade of red by cracking
his head on the pavement.
Slightly irritated, I raise my left
hand to my lips while pressing two fingers together and blew to
create a sharp, eardrum shattering whistle. At once, Knuckles stopped
in mid punch, turning around to look at me with the same intensity he
had when he first arrived.
Realizing that I had only a few
seconds before the calm died, I gently waved the worn tabloid around
in my hand for both him and Sonic to see. �Is THIS what you�re
irritated about?� I firmly inquire.
From the full minute of silence
that followed, I�d take that as a yes.
�Geez, knucklehead�, said Sonic
as he took a moment to dust himself off. �You still don�t get
that she�s played you with all those other guys?� He placed a
hand on one of the echidna�s shoulders in an effort to calm him
down. �C�mon, bro. You can�t keep letting her do this.�
Knuckles then mumbled something that
came out rather muffled, so Sonic asked him to repeat it again, only
to receive the same reply.
�What was that again?� he asked
while cupping one ear for better hearing.
�WE BROKE UP!� Knuckles
shouted at the top of his lungs. �She came up to my island, fucked
my brains out, and then tells me that it�s better if we spent some
time apart.�
�Time apart to spread her legs
for someone else� I thought.
�I figured I�d pack up some of
the stuff she left behind and bring it down here so I�d have an
excuse to see her, and that�s when I find�that�, he
says, while angrily pointing towards the tabloid.
With rage once again building
within, he turns back over to Sonic and angrily berates him for being
such a poor friend. �You knew how I felt about her�and yet you
went and fucked her behind my back.
And for that, I�m going to kick
your ass so far up inside your body that when you shit, it�s going
to come flying straight out of your mouth!�
Sonic threw his hands up in the air
to protest. �Rouge isn�t my type, and secondly, I personally
don�t like sleeping with someone who�s been around the block and
then some.�
And at this point, I�ve had
enough. Not because of the scene he was making, but over the simple
fact that Knuckles could so easily think that either Sonic or myself
could or would act as anything less than a friend to him. He�s
known the both of us for years and yet he can quickly assume that
we�d do something so terrible�
Apparently, having an unfaithful
girlfriend over friends he�s known for ages means a hell of a lot
more to him.
Well�I�m not having any of
that.
I decided to speak up, and once
again whistled to get the proper attention. �Damn it Knuckles!� I
exclaimed angrily. I stomped my foot and clenched both fists as I was
now getting more irritated by the minute. �When are you going to
realize that she�s been playing you this whole time, hmm? Is it
going to be after the two of you want to have kids and one or none of
them even REMOTELY look like you?�
Sonic gasped at what I said. �Damn,
Amy!� he shouted in shock.
But I persisted: �You really think
that she�s going to change overnight for you? Or are you just some
masochist who just likes the pain and suffering she brings you?
Or�never mind. I�m not going to
get into the possibilities. But I will say one thing, and this is
something that I don�t like to say very often:
She IS a slut. Period. And I
doubt that you can deny it or change it any time soon. While you�re
stuck on Angel Island, she�s probably with some sexually frustrated
bastard at any given time of the day.
Hell, Shadow�s even told that me
that it makes little to no difference to her who she has sex with, so
what really makes you think that she sees something different in you?
So, with that in mind, just save
yourself more romantic anguish and forget about her, okay?�
Wow. I�m surprised I was able
to say all of that without being struck down, especially after the
�slut� remark.
There were a few moments of silence
before everything I said sank into Knuckles� head. Gradually, I
noticed that his normally sanguine complexion was now taking on that
of a purplish tone.
Shit.
Very slowly, he approached me, and
that�s when a very faint memory of the last person who had
called Rouge a slut in his presence flooded back into my mind, to
which I gulped. It came in bits and pieces, as visualizations of a
broken bar stool and a half empty bottle of beer were enough to send
a shiver down my spine.
Hell, I still wonder to this day
if that guy�s rectum is working properly�
He was only a few steps behind me
when he said that I was one to talk shit like that.
�All this coming from an overly
annoying, FAT, squeaky little BITCH like you!� he roared. He was
now standing face to face with me, and as I tried to move out of his
way, he firmly grabbed a hold of me.
�I�d be the one watching my
words if I were you, Knuckles� Sonic said as he noticed what was
going on. But his protests fell short as I was lifted off my feet and
dragged along towards a nearby building. Without even looking at me,
he threw me forcefully into what would have been a nearby wall.
�Don�t you EVER talk about her
like that again, bitch!� he yells after me.
But I don�t care. I�m
screaming too loud as I�m thrown towards the wall, hoping to the
heavens that the impact doesn�t harm the baby in any way.
(Sonic�s
P.O.V.)
CRASH!
Amy and I are both sprawled out upon
the sidewalk, with me holding her up on top of me. Her face is still
flushed from all the screaming, and she�s looking a bit flustered.
But that all gives way once she wraps her arms around me and breaks
down into tears.
I gently pull her close in an effort
to comfort her, letting my hands trail up her sides, when I come
across her extended abdomen. I look down at it for a moment, as
recent events and memories begin to rush back into me.
Is he blind?
Very carefully, I help Amy up onto
her feet and ask her if she�ll be okay, when I notice a scratch on
her right arm. It�s not a really bad scratch, but sharp enough for
some blood to begin to ooze out. It seriously could have been a lot
worse, but the fact that she still got hurt doesn�t sit right with
me.
Almost
instantly, scenarios of what could have happened if I hadn�t caught
her at the last second fill my mind. All of which involve some form
of harm being inflicted on our unborn child.
And with those thoughts floating
around in my head, something snapped. I could feel a sudden and swift
rage building up and taking over my entire being�with a strength
that I can only possibly equate it to as the anger I would feel when
those that are dear to me are placed in harm�s way�
Only this time, it felt as if it
had reached a new level of intensity. So great that I found it to be
both frightful and intriguing.
Yet, one thing was for certain:
This type of behavior was
something that I wouldn�t stand for�
I was on him in a flash. Didn�t
even allow him time for a single blink of the eye � I was just ON
him, tackling him down to the ground as he let out a muffled gasp in
surprise.
It would have seemed as if I had the
advantage with the speed and velocity of my attacks. Yet Knuckles
still managed to hit me where it counted. He threw a short jab just
above my groin, which sent me reeling back in agony. Now having the
upper hand, he wasted no time in reminding me why he was known to all
as �Knuckles�, pounding and kneading me with his massive fists as
if my solid body was nothing more than leavened dough.
While the pain was starting to get
to me, my rage was able to sustain me, acting as a sort of buffer to
whatever he threw.
I pushed myself up into a hand pivot
and delivered a spinning kick into his jaw, which sent him flying
into the same wall which he had projected Amy into moments earlier.
Slowly, he drew himself up against the wall for support, while wiping
away the little bit of blood I had drawn from his mouth.
Knowing Knuckles, he was only
getting his second wind, so I knew I had to end it quickly.
I lunged at him, putting more effort
and energy into making sure everything connected, as he was also
giving it all that he had. Finally, I found the opening that I had
been waiting for before sending a swift and powerful kick into his
midsection.
As he slid down onto the ground in
pain, I grabbed him, pinning him up against the wall. You could tell
he still had fight in him, but I was growing tired of this. I let out
a snarl as I sent a barrage of fists into his chest.
�This is for calling Amy a bitch�,
I said while delivering the first to his midsection.
�This is for shoving and getting
her hurt�, while connecting two more to his face.
After a few more of the same, I
stopped, before winding up to deliver what would be a final blow to
his face.
�And this�� I growled, �This
is for the child that she�s carrying. The same one that you almost
could have injured if your temper had really gotten out of hand!�
�That�s enough!�
I was shaken out of pounding some
more sense into this genius when Amy interrupted us. �Just stop it
already!� she said, while wedging herself between the both of us.
�You already got your point across and then some. I�m a bit
reluctant to move, as Knuckles could attempt to throw a hard one at
me. And with her back turned and her belly facing me, it could very
well mean disaster for the baby.
But she wasn�t shaken. She stood
her ground.
�Let�s just get out of here,
okay?� she pleaded with me.
There�s a stare down between
the both of us; an activity that we�ve done several times before.
I�m damn well determined in doing something I have my mind set on,
and she�s thinking the complete opposite.
She always wins.
I slowly begin to soften my features
to show her that she�s won. Then I loosen my grip of Knuckles,
sending him down with a thud on the pavement, as he silently curses
to himself.
In that moment, I run back to one of
our grocery bags and rip off a small ribbon, and begin to bandage
Amy�s scratch with it.
�We�ll put some peroxide on it
when we get back to your place, okay?� I tell her in a lighter tone
of voice. I gather up the bags again, and we�re about to continue
on our way when she once again insists on carrying one.
�You sure?� I ask her.
Wiping away a stray tear, she
smiles. �I told you before � I�m pregnant, not invalid.�
�Hey Amy�Sonic.
Congratulations...�
We both turn around to see Knuckles
standing up behind us, a bit uneasily. It�s then that I see what I
did to him � a busted lower lip, swollen left cheek, and dirty from
the neck down. Slowly, he walks over towards the both of us, and as
I�m ready to drop my bag, he raises a hand to signal me to listen.
�Amy, about the fat bitch comment,
I�didn�t�well, what I mean to say is�I shouldn�t have
pushed you because of your current condition�� he stammered.
�Don�t worry about it.� Amy
said in her cheerful tone of voice. �I know you didn�t mean
it�and I probably could have been more tactful about what I said as
well��
That�s Amy for you. Always so
forgiving�
�Same goes for you too, Sonic�,
he added in. �I should know better than to push girls around.
That makes you wonder if he has
no problem fighting with Rouge. Then again, she�s definitely one
who can take care of herself.
Anyway, I better get going��
And with that, he glided off in the
opposite direction, albeit sluggishly than usual.
We had been walking for a couple of
minutes when Amy realized that we had passed her apartment building.
�Where are we going? My place was about a block ago�, she noted.
Stopping, I told her to wait a
moment before grabbing both bags and zooming back in a flash.
Reappearing a moment later, I told her that we were making our way
over to Rouge�s place for a quick visit.
�Far be it from me to stick my
nose into other people�s business�, I told her, �But even
though he can be an ass, he doesn�t deserve the shit she�s
putting him through.�
And with that, we started on our
way towards the Nights Babylon district of Central City, with the
intention of making a visit to one particular nightclub�
(Rouge�s P.O.V.)
Yawn. It�s probably about time
I woke up.
Expanding my wings, I stretch both
my arms up and behind my back into a stretch, warming them up from
the folded position that I had myself in throughout most of my
slumbering.
Who needs a cup of espresso when
you can experience an adrenaline rush through a few stretches?
I�m feeling all of this without
even the slightest flickering of my eyes, as everything that I could
see whether I was trying to focus on it or not is pitch black. Black
as if the night sky was in full swing, with only the stars and moon
to illuminate it.
Eyes still closed, I yawn once again
as I release both of my feet from the ceiling, while relaying on my
natural sense of balance to make a perfect landing. Once grounded, I
finally open my eyes to catch a dim glimpse of the seemingly soft and
lush bed to my right.
Other than some �recreational�
use, I never quite understood what was so special about sleeping in
one of those�
A quick glimpse at the alarm clock
reads 4:56 p.m. in the afternoon. Not necessarily as dark as I would
like at this time of year, but it�s late enough for me to go about
my business for the evening, which includes setting up and opening
the club for another night to loyal patrons.
Patrons, who have a great
tendency towards paying me exceedingly well for my�services.
Normally, I wouldn�t be getting up
this early, as I usually only do so to watch a rehearsal for an act
or special performance going on at the club. But today almost
necessitates it � I�m running low on liquor � whiskey, tequila,
rum, but most of all, beer. The beer fountains are fully stocked, but
as of late, I�ve gotten an increased demand for some of the more
exotic, imported varieties that only come in bottles. Have to go and
see if I can buy some cases at a wholesaler before I can place an
order with the regular supplier.
Ironically, I can�t stand the
taste of the stuff, as tequila is more my thing, but I can�t
complain about it either. It seems to be the drink of choice, and
most of those imported brands fetch me a pretty penny for the amount
that I charge.
With that in mind, I proceeded to
the bathroom and turned on the faucet in the shower, letting it warm
up while I rummaged through my closet to find an instant favorite to
wear for tonight�s business.
Deciding to go the way of the cat
suit, I finally settled on a light blue latex one that only has a
single long sleeve made into it. Laying it out on my bed, I quickly
shed the tiny nightgown and pant combination I had worn and dove into
the steamy confines of the shower. Enjoying the feeling of the warm
water when it first touches my skin, I relax and begin to lather up
while enjoying it.
Or I would have been enjoying if
not for my doorbell ringing that very moment.
Frowning, I wait a few seconds
before trying to resume my shower, when it sounds off once more. Now
frustrated, and realizing that someone is outside and waiting for an
audience with me, I hastily take and conclude my shower, before
swiftly drying myself off.
I have a bit of trouble getting into
my latex attire, as a loud rip is heard as I struggle while pulling
the top portion up onto my chest. �Fuck�, I say to myself, as I
turn on a light to inspect the damage, which is a long, lateral rip
just below my bustline. It only takes a few seconds before I�m back
into a smile, as it actually looks as if the rip improved the overall
effect. It�s almost unfortunate that I can�t use it again after
this, as the tear would gradually get worse.
But it definitely should be a hit
with the patrons tonight.
Now clothed (to a degree), I make my
way out of my bedroom and towards the locked door of my apartment.
Looking through the peephole, I see a familiar shade of blue that one
doesn�t easily forget.
Sonic.
Normally, I�d leave a guy to wait
it out while I finished getting ready, but my curiosity got the
better of me. He�s not the type that would drop by to make a visit,
or with me of all people.
Undid the safety locks and opened
the door. �Hey there, Blue�, I say, a tad playfully. �What
brings you to my neck of the woods tonight?�
�Ahem. What am I, chopped
liver?�
I looked behind him to see that he
wasn�t alone. Amy was with him, and if not for the simple fact that
my eyes suddenly froze upon seeing the massively swollen state of her
stomach, I probably would have invited her in too.
But I was just too busy trying to
keep my jaw from dropping on the floor.
�You�re�you�re��
was all I could manage in my dumbfounded state.
�Pregnant? Yes, we both know.�
Amy huffed. �But forget about that for a moment. We just came down
to straighten something out because it�s really getting out of
hand.�
�Straightforward answers too!�
Sonic chimed in.
�What the hell is going on with
you and Knuckles?� they both asked simultaneously.
Let�s just say I heard that
loud and clear.
Eventually, I allow them both inside
as the hallway just isn�t the place for that sort of information.
As we made our way towards the living room, I snuck a quick glance at
a wall clock hanging in the kitchen.
5:25 p.m.
Still enough time to make that
trip to the local wholesale warehouse.
They took a moment to inform me of
the little run-in that they had with Knuckles earlier, to which I
told them I would make it a point to talk to him later � I don�t
appreciate a man who beats up on another woman in my name.
As soon as we had all gotten
comfortable on the centerpiece sofa, I started to go into the
explanation, not necessarily knowing how much of it the both of them
were willing to believe. I could definitely tell that it wasn�t
much, as they alternated between grimaces and head shaking.
Most of it had to deal with
business, but some of it had to deal with personal preference. But
mainly, it was a mix of both, as I tend to really love what I do.
Whoever came up with the idea of
not mixing business with pleasure must have been one, lonely,
celibate bastard.
�I really don�t think flying up
every once in awhile for a mercy fuck constitutes a formal
relationship of any sort.� I said as I finished. Silence passed
shortly afterwards, revealing that both hedgehogs were still
unconvinced.
�That may be all fine and good for
you,� Amy began, �but Knuckles apparently thought it was
something deeper. And far be it from me to say that I thought you
guys would make a good couple.
If using sex as an asset is more
important to you than him, I�d say he�s way better off.�
Touch�.
�Damn. This was a waste of time.�
Sonic muttered, as he had been quiet the entire time. Jumping to his
feet, he playfully stretched his legs before turning to Amy, helping
her to her own feet. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he put up a
smile while asking her if they could invite Knuckles over to dinner
at her place, to which she instantly agreed.
�He definitely needs some good
friends around�, she replied, in that typically cheery manner that
I�ve come to expect from her.
As they turned to leave, I once
again caught a glimpse at her bulge, while taking notice of how Sonic
was interacting with her �talking softly, walking at an
uncharacteristically slow pace, and most importantly, holding her
close. Normally, I�d cringe at the sight of something like that�but
somehow, this was different. More like an indirect little ping of
pain striking me right in the chest.
And as memory recollects, this would
probably be classified as your all-too-classic symptom of jealousy.
Jealous over what, I�m not quite sure. But jealous all the same,
and enough that I yelled out something that I would not have expected
myself to unless I knew I was alone.
�You�re right.�
I can feel the onset of tears
welling up in my eyes, so I focus my sights on the carpet, trying my
best to hold them in, but to no avail.
They were just about to open the
door when they stopped, turning their attentions back towards me.
�You�re right�, I say again,
my voice gradually giving way to soft sobbing. �He doesn�t
deserve what I�ve put him through�and I don�t deserve him...�
�Then why do you have to go and
cheat on him with other morons if you already know this?� inquired
Sonic. �If you knew all that, then why didn�t you just break it
off sooner?�
�I honestly thought I was by
sleeping around�, I reply. �You two must think it�s easy going
through a long distance relationship. It�s not. When you visit,
you�re not fully taking the time to enjoy the moment for what it
is, but for what it will be after it�s all over. You long
for�anguish over them when they�re not with you�
The only reason I slept around so
much when we were together was so I could try and forget what I was
feeling. Sex has always been enjoyable for me, so I thought it�d be
the same.
And it was at first. But pretty
soon, I started to see him instead of who I was with on any given
night.
I never expected it to get this far.
I just thought he�d get pissed and fly off to his island,
forgetting about me in the process. But instead, he makes it a point
to hunt them all down to beat them up in my honor.
I�ve never had anyone care that
much for me. Ever�
I couldn�t take it anymore, so
that�s when I told him it was over, and for good. I just wanted it
all to stop��
�I swear Rouge, you can be
downright stupid at times�, said Amy. She walked back over towards
me, taking out a pink handkerchief from her pocket before offering it
to me. �I would think that you of all people would realize that
love isn�t an easy thing, because if it was, it wouldn�t be the
genuine thing.
The distance and the fact that he
can�t come down to see you as often as either of you would like
shouldn�t hinder you from trying to pursue a meaningful
relationship. You love him, right? What difference should it make if
you have one or two obstacles in your way?�
Smiling, she looked over to Sonic,
who also returned the gesture. �Besides, I doubt I would be as
blessed as I am now if I had given up on Sonic.� she finished.
I knew she was right again. You
don�t know how far it could go until you try.
�I doubt he�s up for another go
around�, I say with a hint of uncertainty.
�It didn�t look that way from
the way he was acting�, noted Sonic. �The both of you are just
too stubborn for your own good.�
And with that, they both began on
their way. However, as they once again stopped as they reached the
door, as someone was turning the knob from the other sideA
streak of red burst through the corridor, and before I knew it, I was
staring back into a pair of very familiar, purple irises.
There we were, staring at each other
as if one had the answer to a question the other was seeking. It
didn�t take long before he answered it for the both of us in the
form of a strong embrace.
As I�m about to apologize, he
gently hushes me into silence. He whispers �I love you� while
pulling me in for a sweet kiss.
I don�t know how to describe what
I was feeling from that point on. All I know is that I simply melted
as what I had been denying myself came flooding back to me a
hundredfold.
I didn�t want to be anywhere
else.
I broke off our kiss a few moments
later, when I suddenly felt an all too familiar object poking at my
abdomen. I don�t even bother to look down due to my level of
experience, smirking as I realize what soon lies ahead.
�You truly missed me that much?�
I teased. I gently traced a finger over the crescent shaped mark on
his chest, before letting it wander downwards along is torso. He
simply responded by grabbing my ass firmly, while pulling me close
enough for his erection to brush up against me.
It wasn�t long before we were
fully going at it, caressing and groping as if it would be our last.
We heard the faint click of the front door as he began to rip away at
my cat suit, only to soon forget it as we continued our passionate
endeavor.
I think Club Rouge can stand a
night off�
(Amy�s P.O.V.)
Sonic and I both rush out of Rouge�s
apartment the instant it dawns on us what would be taking place. As I
close the door behind us, I notice that he has the same flushed, rosy
expression that I myself am currently sporting.
�Who�d have thought Knuckles
could be so�bold like that�, I said, still blushing.
�I knew he had it in him�, Sonic
replied. �Thank goodness that�s settled�somewhat. But right
now, you and I have more important matters to deal with�.
Curious, I perk an eyebrow up and
ask him what else could be as serious.
He grins, while looking at me
mischievously. �You owe me a back massage.�
Phew! This was seriously one long
ass chapter. 16 pages single-spaced, so imagine just how much that is
double. This was also by far one of the longest gaps between an
update, with nearly 2 months time passing between the previous
chapter and this. Work, school, and general fatigue slowed the update
down, so rushing to get this up probably wouldn�t have been the
best thing given all the aforementioned.
Also, just thought you guys would
like to know that we�ve just about reached the halfway point of the
story. Only about a handful of chapters or more to go before this
story finally comes to a close.
As for the next chapter, the
tranquility gets curved in favor for a little chaos and mayhem from
our old pal Eggman. So stay tuned!
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