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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.

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(Amy's P.O.V.)
"Everything will be alright." I've heard this phrase repeated several times since we've all made it to the hospital. From the doctors and nurses to Tails, Cream, and the others, I've heard it more than I care to count. But despite this I find that I'm using it as means of soothing myself by slowly saying it again and again in my head. It's probably the one thing keeping me together at the moment. I don't know how much time has passed, but I am aware that it's now evening. The doctors have decided to hold me overnight for observation since I've run a slight fever alongside some back pain and fatigue; after various tests they felt that the babies weren't in any immediate danger, but felt it would be best to make sure that my fever didn't get any worse. After previously being under restrictive measures such as bed rest, an overnight hospital stay is nothing - I'll gladly endure some random poking and prodding from doctors available at the drop of a pin than be sent home and have something unexpected happen because I was dismissed early. Especially since I'm carrying twins.
Twins. Another word running through my head. Not one, but two. Two babies. I chuckle to myself as the gravity behind it has already begun to sink in. Here I was, just coming to terms with carrying one and getting ready to bring them into the world when I'll actually be doing it twice in one turn. I love children and all, but now it makes me wonder all over again if I'm as ready for motherhood as I thought I was...
And those are just some of my thoughts – imagine Sonic's. Oh my god, Sonic... It's already this late with no sign of either him or Shadow. I'm not entirely surprised since more often than not Sonic tends to run off for a new challenge after facing the one in front of him, but I'd doubt he'd do that right now. Especially not after Eggman pretty much cracked, by all definitions of the word. This was and still is serious – he somehow went from obsessing over robotics and nuclear warheads to biological/chemical warfare. The type that could result in an epidemic, or at its worst, a pandemic. Definitely not his typical M.O., which consists of either using technological brute force and/or a mystical godly aid to instill enough fear in folks for the sake of establishing a dictatorship.
G.U.N. also must be on the same page that I am since they sent Rouge out to take notes down from all of us.I'd normally be a bit mum about what I told them, given that they've sometimes been a bit too quick in taking action before getting the entire story. But I guess I'm glad that it's her and not some random by-the-book bloke; her morals might be a tad questionable but she does have empathy where it counts. She'd gotten me up to speed and told me that a small task force had been formed and was going through the debris, looking for information on the biological experimentation he was trying to conduct upon me and the babies. Also told me that based on Sara's statement they were actively looking for at least one body – Eggman's.
"Based on your accounts of how badly Sonic must have kicked his ass," she said solemnly, "there's a good chance he might actually be dead this time around. I don't want to be 100% about it, but all those disadvantages such as his age, injuries, and being caught in a blast don't make it look too good for him."
She must have noticed how pale I went because she commented on being worried about Shadow herself. "Sounds just like him to stay behind in the face of danger," she chuckled. "He's managed to make it back in one piece each time but it doesn't stop you from thinking that the worst might have happened."
We chatted about our concern some more before she received a call on her work phone. Brief as it was, I knew right away that whatever was said, it wasn't anything good as the color on her face flushed out a shade lighter.
"Th..Thank you," she stuttered, before hanging up. Turning to me, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, before whispering: "...they found the remains of a hand. They were able to ID it as being human based on the size and width, so it's not Sonic or Shadow."
"But I guess that could possibly mean," I choked out, "that it's... Eggman?"
"Yes." she nodded. "It's...really looking like he might have actually bit the big one, y'know?" She stayed a few more minutes before getting up to leave and added: "But it's just a hand. Maybe that fat old bastard actually did make it out sans that one big piece."
That was all awhile ago. Rouge might have been trying to empathize with me and lighten my train of thought, but it only succeeded in making me worry more. With nothing more to go on other than Sonic and Shadow still aren't accounted for along with one charred human limb, the scenarios playing around in my head aren't good. With Eggman dead in most of them. I know he's put all of us through some grief lately, but this...I dunno. A life is still a life, I suppose, but even at that it does end.
I'm just wondering if it was Sonic that helped bring it to that very end.
All the stress and worrying has taken its toll, as I find myself worn and tired from all that's happened. I decide that taking a nap is the best course of action to alleviate it while I wait for more info...
(Shadow's P.O.V.)
"Idiot." I whisper as I carry his unconscious form into the emergency room. Don't know what the use is though - he's not awake to bark back with an insult. Some staffers run up to me and take him from my grasp, loading him onto a stretcher before crowding around and trying to put my ass in a wheelchair. They know us here as we've all been admitted to this particular hospital on more than one occasion. Fairly certain that Amy's here as well, recuperating in another section.
After some persistence, I'm finally able to convince them that the only medical attention I need is simply first aid. A few scratches and cuts here and there, and absolutely nothing that some cotton and peroxide won't fix. Stuff I can easily take care of myself in my own spare time, if at all.
He gave me one hell of a fight, I'll admit. Might have been able to have ended it sooner if I wasn't purposely holding back per Amy's wishes, but I'm not sure that would have ended well. No. It wouldn't have ended well. I'd imagine there'd be a few more broken appendages and maybe even a ruptured organ...he's lucky the only thing I did to him was dislocate an arm. Speaking of which, he slowly started to come to as the nurses suture the wound he suffered from that bullet, with an ER doctor relocating his arm with a sling in hand. He's not fully conscious yet, but just enough to groan in agony and murmur a few choice words. Particularly her name...
One of the nurses rolls into the examination room with the same wheelchair that had been intended for me. With some combined effort, we plant the faker's spent ass in it with a thud, which he probably felt as he mumbled a few unintelligible curses. The nurse offers to wheel him for me, but I insist on doing it myself, instead asking for Amy's room number.
"Just a moment," she says, while taking a glance at an admission chart nearby. "She's not listed here in the ER, so you'll have to excuse me for a moment while I double check."
It's more than likely that they might have situated her within the confines of the Maternity ward given how far along she is, as well as carrying twins. I'm no expert, but if I had to guess I'd say the stress of all that's gone on in the past few days might have triggered an early labor. It worries me greatly, despite the amount of energy I was able to siphon in that short time.
The nurse returns, giving me a specific room number within the maternity ward. She mouths off something about speaking softly and noise levels, but I'm not paying her any more mind. Common courtesy and sense, after all – which some of the visitors seem to lack. Seems we've arrived during peak visitation hours. Must be passing the nursery, as a crowd of people have gathered, making cameras flash amidst "oohs" and "ahs". Also heard some faint whimpers and cries, which I'll take as a kid or two telling those folks to shut the hell up. But I shouldn't be surprised – I already see our group engaging in the same behavior when those children arrive into this world.
After a few more turn of corners, we finally arrive, with familiar faces to greet us. Rouge is on her G.U.N. issued work phone, while fox boy and his rabbit companion have crowded around the wheelchair. Faker seems to stir more in reaction to their voices, so I think it's safe to say he'll be fully awake soon. I motion for them to step aside, as I begin wheeling him into the room. They seem a bit disappointed, but comply without hesitation. I also nod to Rouge before closing the door, confirming that we'll talk in private once my business is done here.
She was taking a nap, a light one at that, as her eyes slowly flicker open to greet us. One glance at her tear stained face already tells me that this ordeal has worn her out as I'm now seeing things that I had missed. Dark circles under jade eyes in a sea of lively, though pale pink. A normally radiant smile bruised between chapped and split lips, and all framed within tussled, sweaty bangs. I inwardly grimace, as I realize those lovely little "marks" are just a testament of the Doctor's wonderful care during this short period of captivity.
And as if aware of my thoughts, or more specifically, my gaze, she instinctively moves a hand to wipe her face and style her bangs. "I...must look a lively mess," she says, breaking the silence.
"I didn't mean to stare," I say back, finally setting the wheelchair by her bedside before seating myself in a visitor's chair next to it. "by all means, you look...terrible, though I'm hoping that's not how you feel. How have you been holding up so far?''
But she ignored my question altogether, asking one that I knew was coming from the start. "Is he going to be alright?" she asked bluntly, gesturing over to the semi-conscious faker in the wheelchair. Her tone was even, calm, and unbroken despite the recent hell that she had been through. The hint of even the slightest bit of unease in her voice was absent, as if she was using what strength she had left to will her way into the upkeep of this strong facade.
"He'll be fine," I answer.
And as if the weight of the cosmos had been lifted from her shoulders, she sighed relief and began to shed a new set of fresh tears. Soothing tears of joy in contrast to the ones of fear, agony, and despair shed during this whole ordeal.
"You didn't answer my question." I press on.
Rubbing her stomach, she finally tells me they're keeping her overnight as a precautionary measure due to the onset of a moderate fever of 101.8 degrees. An adverse effect of acute exposure to first hand Chaos energy I figure, but seemingly the only one as the vitals for both mother and children seem otherwise fine; the sense of any Chaos energy is minute, limited to lingering energy auras surrounding the faker and myself, with the one surrounding her very faint in comparison.
Biting her lip, she adjusted herself, finding a more comfortable reclining position in the bed. "I've answered yours, now please answer mine," she said after a while. "What happened?"
That's a good question...
My mind flashed back to a few hours before, when we had just parted ways. Foxboy's jalopy of an air craft was quickly becoming yet another speck in the sky before I turned my attention back to ground level. Back to the chaos, that was, for lack of a better term, swirling around me. Dust and soot. Concrete. Asphalt. Scraps of charred, broken metal clanging together in the distance. Frantically swirling around in a funnel cloud of chaotic, dark energy surrounding him. The eye of this artificial storm.
I Chaos Controlled directly behind him, taking him tightly within my grasp in an effort to calm him down. "They're safe now," I told him as he struggled. "Calm down." I was rewarded with a head butt for my troubles, which sent me reeling back several feet. Didn't have a chance to brace myself as I soon felt a sharp kick from behind that sent me airborne.
"Stay out of this," he growled, before turning his attention to the unconscious doctor. He was so drawn up in his rage that he seemed unconcerned with crossing that fine line. One which, given his true nature, he would considerably regret if he were in his regular state of mind. One which I could not let him cross.
I summoned one Chaos Emerald to my side, with the rest following suit, engulfing me in a golden aura and augmenting my abilities to the point where I was on par with his. We've both done this many times in order to save the world from a foreign, menacing threat.
Now the threat was him...
"I'm through asking," I said, slowing time down to all but a crawl. "Now I'm telling you to- UMPH!" I saw stars as I was struck from behind with a Spin Attack, knocking me off my feet and forcing me to go airborne. Another hit and I'm spinning myself, but not of my own will as the force was enough to negate my ability to counter.
He kept hitting, striking...forcing me away to the point that I was unable to momentarily concentrate my focus into Chaos Control. He knew what I was trying to do, which is slow him down, and he's making damn sure I can't do it. He also knows that I was holding back on having a full go at him, and he's been using it to his advantage.
By this point, I'm frustrated, and in a moment of silent apology to Amy, I let loose a Chaos Spear after I parried a few of his attacks to buy some time.
Big mistake.
Next thing I knew we're engulfed in flames. Literally. I mentally berated myself for being so stupid as to forget the fact that the smell of fuel had been in the air the entire time, as even the slightest spark could have set everything aflame. The sudden burst of heat is so intense that it threw us back several feet, before encircling the both of us, as well as the unconscious doctor. Gasoline was fueling the fervor of the flames, making it difficult to breathe, or see, even with a Chaos Shield for protection.
"This has to end now!" I shouted at him, Chaos Controlling myself between him and the doctor's fallen form. Another BOOM is heard in the distance, telling me that time is running out for this place; the flames must have reached the fuel storage containers, and they're going off like firecrackers, one by one. I attempt to grab the doctor but a nearby explosion blew me clear away from his side, with flaming debris and soot blocking my view of him. I try and dig my way around the debris but am greeted with a swift kick to the face for my troubles.
"Let him die!" he screamed at me, while putting me into a choke hold. "This is poetic justice!"
I ribbed him a couple of times in the gut, before delivering a head butt that sent him back a few feet, and continued my search. "There's still time to save hi.."
He performed a Spin Dash that sent me flying into a crumbling brick wall."Save him so that he can pull the same shit again a few months from now?" he spat back. "I don't think so."
He Spin Dashed into me so hard that the force is enough for the floor beneath me to crack and crumble. I Chaos Control for a split second and manage to grab hold of one of his arms, before letting time resume its natural course. My ears are greeted with a SNAP, which is further emphasized as I watch his arm go limp.
Sorry Amy, but he left me no choice.
"I tried to do this the easy way," I say as I dragged him off and away into another wall. "But you're asking for hard, so I'm more than happy to oblige."
If I could only tire him out for a little longer...his Chaos energies are running low and it shouldn't be too long before he loses this enlightened form.
Threw him into a wall, pushing my weight into him in an attempt to tire him out from struggling. He squeaked, spitting blood into my face for my troubles, and I rewarded him with a head butt for being oh so delightful.
"Yeah, keep acting like an ass," I whispered in his ear as he tried to knee my gut. "it's just a step down from murderer. I'm sure Amy and your kids would be so proud of you and the way you protected them...beating on a shriveled, defenseless old man that you practically crippled if you hadn't beaten him within an inch of his life..."
He suddenly let out a loud gasp, as his pupils returned to their normal color. Staggering, he wobbled away from my grasp, looking on at the burning chaos that surrounded us.
"What...have I done..?," he rasped, before collapsing altogether.
I scoop him up, and with what little strength I had left in my own enlightened form, I Chaos Controlled the both of us out of there, several hundred feet away from the complex before it goes black. When I come to it's already evening, with the charred remains being inspected by G.U.N. agents.
...and that's what happened.
"So Eggman's...?," she asks after a long pause.
"It's looking that way, more or less." I reply. "Even if I had been able to dig him out of that debris, it's very likely he wouldn't have survived."
Another long pause. She knows why and the implications are dancing around in her head this very moment.
I stand up to leave, my work already done and promise fulfilled. She grabs my hand as I'm about to move towards to door, gesturing for me to stay a moment longer. "Yes?," I ask, hunching down at bed level to meet her gaze.
"I just wanted to say thank you," she says, pulling me into an embrace. I close my eyes as I'm hit with a warm, subtle fragrance of lilacs and lilies before I feel a warm kiss on my forehead.
Wasn't expecting that, and I can already feel a blush growing across my face. I quickly tell her she's welcome before making a swift exit, bumping into Rouge, who fell into me as I opened the door. No doubt she'd been eavesdropping. Helping her up, I signal for her to follow me as I promise to brief her for our report, leaving Amy and her semi-conscious faker to themselves to discuss more pressing matters...
(Sonic's P.O.V.)
I suddenly found myself in the hospital, and in the delivery room. I see Amy exhausted and wary, worn out from hours of ongoing labor, but it seems to be ending soon as is encouraging her to keep at it. She cried out for me to hold her hand as another contraction hit, and I reached out to comfort her, only to find that I couldn't. I'm at her bedside and yet she can't see or hear me, and my hand went straight through hers, as neither her or the doctor can see me.
Then I realized that there's no one else in the delivery room but us.
No...wait. This couldn't be...
BANG!
Dr. Torinai dropped to the ground, where a pool of blood quickly began to gather around her fallen form. Amy was in too much pain to notice at first, but when the contraction passed, she noticed the blood spatter that has covered her from head to toe and starts to scream frantically. But she stopped abruptly, as I see fear immediately rising in her eyes. She still can't see or hear me, so whatever's frightened her is directly behind me.
I turned around just in time to see Eggman, brandishing a semi-automatic, and pointing it at Amy. I tried to tackle him, but I go right through him, as dense as he is. I watched in horror as she falls out of the bed in fear and tries to crawl away.
"And just when you need him the most," he said while cocking the trigger, "he's not here. Pity."
...
I woke up with a start, in my apartment, my quills standing on end as a chill went down my spine.
"Poor baby..," Amy cooed from behind me as she stroked my quills. "You were having a bad dream..."
I sighed, believing it to be all one really twisted nightmare. Eyes still closed, I gave one of her hands a playful kiss, only to find it uncomfortably cold. With a jump, I looked up, only to see a pale, bloody Amy looking at me with a lifeless gaze.
"Why couldn't you save us..."
I..I'm not fast enough. I just wasn't able to save them all. Why does this keep on happening?
...
I jump up, but nearly fell out of whatever I was seated in as a result of my fright. A quick glance at my surroundings shows that I'm in a hospital, and at Amy's bedside, where she's currently asleep (and still pregnant). I sigh relief, but flinch when I notice that it hurts too much to move to one side, before seeing one of my arms in a sling.
Then things start to flood back into my head, and I frown, as the real gravity and reality of what has happened starts to sink in.
And more importantly, what I may have done...
(Amy's P.O.V.)
"Hey."
I guess I must have fallen asleep again after Shadow ran out.
Open my eyes to find a pair of warm, emerald pupils smiling back at me. He's back to his normal self, though a tad roughed up, as one of his arms is bandaged and hanging in a sling. Despite all that, he still manages to smile, and it's contagious as it makes me smile too. As if this were too good to be true, I pinch myself and flinch, realizing that it's not a dream. He jokingly mirrors my gesture and flinches himself, grimacing as he pinched his bandaged arm.
"We're both not dreaming," he jests while rubbing his arm.
It gets quiet after that, as I only have one thing I want to ask him, but at the same time I don't want to as I fear both the response and reaction to it. Both his and mine for the latter. But as if he already knew, he asks instead if he could get comfortable first – by getting into bed with me. Despite being a tad reluctant (as I know all too well how things could go in the heat of the moment), I allow him to join me on the hospital bed, cautioning him to be careful of the various machines they had me attached to. He's half way into the space I've made for him on the bed when he flinched, nearly collapsing on top of me if I hadn't stretched out my arms to support his frame. Still weak, my arms start to tremble under his weight and as he tries to regain his balance, our eyes meet, and I get that wishy washy feeling I've always felt whenever I'm alone in his company...or more specifically, in the moments when we join as one. And as if a mirror's reflection, he must have felt it too as he's blushing just as furiously and as red as I am right now. I've lived just for this moment...this feeling, but -
"Oh hey guys," said Tails, who burst in suddenly. "Just wanted to – WHOA!" The two tailed fox quickly covered his eyes, backing away and shutting the door faster than when he had opened it, all while mumbling about how Sonic made his "moves lightning quick".
Then I feel that all too familiar object brush against my hip. Exasperated, I quickly let go of him, turning away as his ass lands on the cold floor with a THUD. "You're ridiculous!" I yell at him from the bed, blushing profusely. "How can THAT be on your mind right now at a time like this?"
He dusts himself off, before limping to and hopping into the space beside me in one motion, with me leering at him as he could have done that himself this whole time. "Oh ...," he admonishes while getting comfortable. "You had that look on your face too, so don't just go blaming me. You know how that look makes me ..."
"...and you know what it can do," I say while rubbing my stomach.
Silence again becomes the norm between us, though more awkward as we're so close to one another. I haven't forgotten what I wish to ask, though I'm reveling in the feeling of being so close to him after all of this. His scent, heart beat and breathing...they're all lulling me into a sense of security that only he's been capable of giving me...though a part of me has a sense of fear looming, given current events. I shiver, which he feels, and tries to pull me closer, but I hesitate, looking him eye to eye as I bring myself to ask...
"...did you kill Eggman?"
More silence. I stare at him, watching... waiting for any type of response to what I had asked. He was staring back at me just as intently, with a hint of sadness slowly surfacing on his features: no longer smiling, furrowed brow, and formerly radiant eyes looking downward as if out of shame.
"I think I might have...," he said softly, trailing off.
"...why?" I whispered, as new tears began to form, "He couldn't even fight back anymore, so he wasn't even a threat.."
"You talk as if I did kill him..."
"Despite you choosing your words carefully, what else am I supposed to think, Sonic? I watched as you beat the man within an inch of his life, and according to Rouge, G.U.N. was and probably still ARE picking up body parts. Body parts! They've already found a charred hand, so that leaves what? Another hand, two legs, and a whole bunch of other stuff to look for.
I even tried to talk you out it..."
"Are you forgetting the part where he tried to shoot you in the stomach?" he countered back. "Or the part where he practically kept you, your doctor, and her child as guinea pigs for the past few days? He even nearly made you and our baby into a living Roman candle with all that Chaos energy. How was I supposed to let him get away with treating people like that?
"...by doing what you've always done and being the better man." I say back, barely above a whisper. "You've always shown compassion and mercy to anyone you've met, regardless of whether or not you were protecting them or fighting them."
I glanced over at him, as the gravity of my words were already causing him to tear up. "Why should this time have been any different?"
(Sonic's P.O.V.)
I think it goes without saying that she's pissed. No, more than pissed. Disappointed. I wasn't expecting her to be happy or pleased with what happened, but I'm at least hoping she can understand where I'm coming from. She's always been so good at understanding folks, so I hope she can do the same for me. Maybe...or not. She just looks so hurt, and I can't fault her for that, despite all that's been on my mind of late. I had so many chances to just walk away and move on, but I couldn't. Something inside of me just snapped the moment he decided to take it to the next level...
"If it was like any other time, I would have left it alone and walked away," I say softly. "But it wasn't, and I had to make choices that I see you don't agree with. If you want a definite answer, then yes, I did kill him. I rather think I did than not at all and let it eat me up inside..."
"Like you did with that kid?" she fired back. "I've told you so many times that what happened that day wasn't your fault. You did your best, and that's all that matters. But looking at all that's happened lately it's pretty clear that you still haven't forgiven yourself for it, and it's starting to affect what you do.
I've never seen you so angry...so cold before. It almost...almost..."
She paused, choking back a new set of tears, before continuing: "I..it..It almost..makes me wonder...if you would ever hurt me or the babies..."
"I would never dare lay a hand on you or the baby, Amy." I wouldn't. I know better than that, and if I ever did, I hope lightning strikes me dead.
"I know...but the fact that the thought's there is scaring me. But what really scares me is that you kept this...guilt in you for this long on your own and you didn't try to tell me a damn thing. Not once. I've told you time and again that I'm here for you and will listen to whatever might be on your mind so that you don't have to go it alone...but you couldn't even trust me to do that for you."
This is a step up from disappointment. Devastated. And here I thought I was doing a good thing by trying to be her rock through these past few months by giving her the soft, yet silent support she's needed during this pregnancy, when she's been just as willing to return it tenfold. I'm not an expert with relationships, but I can tell I messed up pretty bad... again. Even if I haven't meant to, I haven't been up front with my feelings on everything, and it's upset her for the second time since we've gotten into this relationship. The first time being my actions after finding out she was pregnant, which I admit was a dick move on my part. Especially after seeing the resulting stress and ill consequences that brought upon her.
I guess it's a habit I have though...driving her away for her own safety. I'm afraid of what might happen if she ever got too close, too deep, even after admitting how I feel about her. Yet I can see that the further I push her away, the further her trust and patience with me is pressed, and if I keep on pushing...it just might shatter.
I can't keep doing this...
(Amy's P.O.V.)
"I've given you my heart, body, and soul...so why can't you trust me?" I ask him after a while. "Am I just supposed to sit here and watch as you fall to pieces from internal guilt and Chaos knows what else?"
Then he tries to tell me that he didn't want to further stress me out in my current condition, but all that does is set me off, with me nearly pushing him off the bed in my anger. I will not let anyone, including him, use me as some sort of scrape goat excuse for not owning up to their own shortcomings. "You make it sound like I'm suffering from a terminal illness rather than starting a family with you!" I shouted in my anger.
I would have stayed angry from lack of understanding, until he opened up to me...about his nightmares.
"At first, it wasn't so bad," he said. "I'd shrug it off as a bad dream and try not to think about it too much. But it was always in the back of my mind, and it started to play on over and over like some crappy B-flick a channel will play when they have nothing else. It just felt so...real, and raw, with me doing everything I could to stop it from happening once I caught wind of it in my dreams. But he was always one step ahead of me..."
I soften up as I start to understand the reason behind what I thought was misdirected rage. "So when it happened for real these past few days, it was just as if your nightmare was happening in real time, right?" He simply nodded, but that just made me more angry. "And there in lies the danger of keeping everything to yourself. Who knows what you might have done if you were wound up more tightly than you already are? You could have done far worse and hurt more folks, including me and the babies." Quieting down, I sigh, continuing: "I..I don't think even my support alone is going to help us through this..."
He jumped up, as a sense of worry washed over his face. "Amy, please..." he pleaded with me, "..don't give up on me."
"I'm not," I tell him. "I just think that...you could possibly benefit from some type of professional help, like counseling. And I'm not just saying it because of what's happened the last few days – I'm saying it because this has been something I've noticed about you for as long as I've known you. When it comes to dealing with emotional stress, you seem to want to be everyone's rock while neglecting your own needs. And while that might have worked in the past, I don't think it's been working well for you this time."
"I'll be fine," he chuckles. "This just happens to be harder for me to shake is all. Running, relaxation, and a change of scenery has always been the best way for me to straighten out and reflect. Not sitting around and having some stranger poke at my brain like I'm a head case or damaged goods."
"But it helps, Sonic," I say reassuringly. "Trust me, I know first hand."
I went on to explain how counseling had been set up for me when I became emancipated shortly after our first encounter. The orphanage where I had stayed for most of my early life was against it, but set it up as the sole condition, as part of a program that prepped me for my entrance into the real world. "I really hated it at first," I said, "but with each session, it made me realize that the counselor was only trying to get me to open up and accept things about myself and my life that I wanted to ignore, as well as the finality of my decision."
"Things like how no one will be there to change your sheets if you wet the bed?," he joked, somewhat curious.
"No," I chuckled back, "Things like what the definition of "being on my own" actually meant. I wasn't going out of the system as young adult, and I wasn't being adopted into someone's family. I had to realize that I was essentially going into the world with NO family to run to when the going got tough. That any teasing I got at the orphanage was nothing compared to how cruel and cold people could be in the real world.
But above all else, that despite how dark and scary the world might seem, there were plenty of good things to look for, see, and take from it that would make me into a stronger person on my own. Things like traveling around the world for adventure and following my heart."
"Not even the best counseling could have prepped you for all the times Eggfart held you against your will," he scoffed, "or all the times where it was nearly the end of the world, what with Chaos, Dark Gaia, or some other primordial evil shaking up the status quo."
Hmph. Not even listening to a word I said. "Okay, I'll bite. What exactly do you have against going to counseling, Sonic?" I ask bluntly. "I'm trying to give you a positive opinion about how it's helped me live my life, but you've just been overly dismissive. What's wrong?"
He looked away, fidgiting with the hospital bed sheet, pillow or anything else in the immediate vicinity of his reach, as if to stall time itself, but I press on. "Goddamnit, Sonic!" I half screamed out, startling him. "What the hell is YOUR issue with counseling?"
"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO BE REMINDED OF EVERYTHING THAT'S EVER GONE WRONG IN MY LIFE!" he yelled back.
...
(Sonic's P.O.V.)
I'm going a mile a minute, and I know most of it's unintelligible rambling, but I'm sharing it with her. Venting. Letting out every single massively bad thing that's ever happened to me in the blink of an instant. She's crying, frightened and recoiling at my touch. The buzz of the hospital equipment she's hooked up to is buzzing and beeping like crazy, and it isn't until staff run in that I'm snapped out of whatever I'm saying. Then it all goes black.
"Sonic?" is the first thing I hear when I come to, and when I open my eyes, it's almost as if I'm looking into a reflection of my own. Amy's looking down on me beside her place on the bed, patting away the sweat on my head with a damp wash cloth. She signals for me not to get up, but I winch back in pain before I could head her advice, mumbling about how it feels like I got hit by a brick wall.
"They sedated you," she says plainly. "You weren't making a lick of sense or listening to reason, so you left them with no other choice. I had to get Tails and the others to lobby just to keep you here with me because they wanted to restrain you in some other room."
Sorry was the only thing I could mutter, but she wasn't having any of that. "Sorry doesn't cut it, buster," she said sharply. "Your little episode was enough that they're trying to keep me for another day. It sent my blood pressure and the fetal heart rates up enough that they were marks of concern."
She got me up to speed on the time as it's already the early afternoon of the following day, with the others having gone home to rest. Rouge and Shadow had since been long gone, most likely prepping a lengthy, detailed report on the incident for G.U.N. Tails would be stopping by later with Cream, who had offered to stop by Amy's place to get her hospital bag. And Vanilla had actually popped in to check up on us, and ended up giving Ames advice about a new issue that had arisen while I was out cold: finding a new OB/GYN on short notice.
"D-D-Dr. Torinai won't see us anymore?" I asked in my still hazy stupor. "B-b-but..," I sputtered, barely intelligible. Whatever they had sedated me with had one heck of a wonky afterglow.
"Oh c'mon, Sonic!" Amy grumbled. "I can't say I blame her. If anything, I feel for her. Eggman went through the trouble of endangering her other patients, livelyhood, and child in order to get to us. The latter of which I almost saw nearly drown because she was trying to be a good doctor to me. Asking her to continue on as my doctor would be incredibly selfish..."
Come to find out that the doctor herself came by last night out of concern about the spike in fetal heart rate. Amy hadn't hesitated to ask about Aria, and was none too pleased to hear that she was also being kept for overnight observation due to a sudden fever brought on from her ordeal.
"I brought the subject up," she said softly. " tried to brush it off, but I knew from the look on her face that she wanted to bring it up. She even gave me a few referrals, but gave me her emergency number just in case.
I could tell she was torn between wanting to be a good doctor and a good mother. But after what happened with Aria...I didn't want to be the reason she couldn't be both."
She sighed, falling back onto her pillow before turning to face me. "It just makes me wonder how normal a life our kids can live. I don't want them to shut themselves off from the world because the people around them might get hurt as a means to get to them."
"At the risk of being a hypocrite," I smirked. "Pot to kettle: You're black. You and I both know that the world isn't always peaches and rainbows. We've both learned that in spades, including what's happened in the last few days. They'll have to learn and accept it too, because as much as it pains me to say this, we both won't be around forever to watch over them. We can only hope for the best and show them how to cope when things get rough."
"Oh?," she murred, sounding playful. "Does that mean you'll go to consoling and improve your coping skills?"
I mentally gulped. I knew she'd waste no time in asking after such a point blank declaration like that. But I suppose the first step to being a good parent is doing things you don't want to do, so...
"If it'll get you off my back," I grumbled, "I'll give it a try. But don't say I didn't warn you when I say I'm not to the touchy feely type."
"I know you aren't," she smiled softly. "But it's a start."
Just then, Cream and her mother walked through the door, Tails close behind, with what looked like Amy's hospital bag and a few other items from her apartment. We both sat up as best we could as the look on both their faces told us that we were in for another round of bad news.
"You've been evicted from your apartment," Vanilla said softly.
"They threw all your stuff and my bassinet on the sidewalk!", Cream sobbed, as she ran to Amy's side to give her a comforting hug.
"W-Why?," was all Amy could muster. "I've lived there since I've first been on my own. I've always pay on time each month, with the exception of being out of town while taking down Eggman. Even then, I've always made sure to pay as soon as possible."
"Don't forget your recent bed rest," Vanilla added.
"That couldn't be it," I added. "I did that for Amy while she was on bed rest. All she did was write out the check and address, and I dropped it in the mailbox just right outside the grocer-"
"You mean, the grocery a block or two from the apartment?," Amy chimed in, eyes wide with realization.
Oh shit. The very same one that we'd placed the last two months' rent into when we went grocery shopping for my birthday dinner. The very same one that, along with the sidewalk it was on were decimated thanks to a classic and unwarranted confrontation courtesy of one not so rad and red echidna.
"KNUCKLES!,"we shouted in unison.
"When we came back from Rouge's that day, we saw the mailman," Amy sobbed. "He was annoyed that much of the mail inside would be illegible because of the water main fracture."
"Oh Sonic, what am I going to do?" she sobbed as she clung to me. "This is horrible! It was just big enough for us and now I have to go and.."
"Amy."
"I don't know where I'll find a decent apartment on such short notice with more than one room and.."
Amy?"
"Who would do this to a pregnant lady with twins when she's so far into her pregnancy?"
"AMY!" I yelled. "Don't worry about it. I know this is short notice and all, but...you can move in with me. No ifs, ands, or buts about it."
"Wha? Really?," she gasped as she pulled me into a tight squeeze. "Are you sure that we can manage? Even with all my stuff and the fact that we'll be multiplying by two in a few weeks?"
"It's a piece of cake," I chuckled. "We'll be fine. I have two spare bedrooms aside from mine because the landlord was a relative of someone I'd saved in the past and wouldn't take no for an answer. Plus I don't have much in the way of stuff anyway, what with saving the world on a regular basis. Not much time to relax and bring out my innner interior decorater."
"But it's still kind of a lot of change in a short period of time," she insisted.
"Not really," I replied, blushing faintly. "We've...kinda been doing it for months at your place. I haven't really spent much time at my place since we've, er..you know."
"You don't have to worry about your things either," Cream said. "Mama and I made arrangements for your things to be brought to our house until you got back on your feet, but we can easily have them brought to Sonic's."
And she pulled me into yet another bonecrushing hug, but I'm not complaining. She's happy, I'm happy.
"...I love you," she says, before pulling me into a soft kiss.
"Love you lots too," I say as I reciprocate.
"Ahem." Tails coughed. We had all but forgotten that he'd been in the room alongside the rest of us.
"I'd hate to go two for two and kill the mood again, but I think you guys might wanna prep yourselves for this."
And with that, he pressed the power button of the room's television remote. The screen became illuminated with a breaking news bulletin on nearly every channel as he flipped through. Most with blips concerning the clash and destruction of Eggman's most recent hideout by my hands. But more shockingly the fact that Amy and I were soon to be parents. The screen flashed with different reporters and camera men with various shots in front of or around the hospital.
"Breaking news: Sonic the Hedgehog a Father to Be! After the aftermath of the destruction of one of Dr. Eggman's most recent bases, Sonic and his company of heroes have been admitted to Station Square General for routine medical assistance. But not in the regular sense of bandages and stiches. Eyewitness reports place a heavily pregnant Amy Rose, one of the hero's most adamant supporters and self-proclaimed love interest as being among the earlier set of people admitted prior to our blue hero. She and several others had reportedly been held captive at Dr. Eggman's compound before it was decimated.
Flip to another channel: "Sonic the Hedgehog a father? And with Amy Rose of all people? The blue hedgehog is normally very mum about his love life, but not any longer. It absolutely makes more sense now as Ms. Rose has been conveniently absent from the public eye in recent months..."
And one more: "There is no way in hell that baby is his! Recent intel suggests that Shadow the Hedgehog is the likely culprit behind the bun in Ms. Rose's oven, as the two have been spotted in each other's company quite often before the former's sudden absence form public view.."
" Ugh. Turn it off, Tails," I frowned after the last channel.
"This was one of the main reasons you guys have been able to stay together here so privately," Tails explained. "The maternity ward is generally highly monitored as it is to begin with to prevent newborns from being swiped in the blink of an eye."
"But it's because of it that the media knows," said Vanilla. "Apparently, security has been tightened to the point of inconveniencing a few new parents from bonding with their new babies. Once they saw us coming in and out without as many restrictions, they must have put two and two together and told the press."
"So they're all on baby watch now?," Amy mumbled. "Great. Just great."
"Not for much longer," Tails corrected. "At least, not today. The both of you have already been discharged, so we're getting ready to leave right now."
"Right now?", Amy repeated, shocked.
"Yup. Station Square police have been dispatched, and they've cleared out media people from the back and side entrances. We need to get you guys ready and out of here within the hour before it starts to get really crazy with the independent paparazzi."
And with that, everyone sprang into action, picking up our belongings and gathering them to rush out the door on this short notice. As Amy wobbled to the bathroom to change into a new set of clothes that Cream had brought for her, I shot her a smile. Not my regular smile, or my cocky smile, or my nervous smile. But a smile that told her that no matter what happens this moment, I'll make sure that everything turns out alright.
She managed to shoot me back one of her own just before she closed the bathroom door.

Alright folks. We know it's been a long time coming. A good four years coming in fact. But we hoped that you've enjoyed this chapter as I've typed up bits and pieces here and there when I had a spare moment from real life. This clocks in at a hearty 16 pgs singled spaced, which I know some of you expect given my writing style. I hope we neither disappointed or fell short from previous chapters of this story with this one.
Four years is a long time for anything, especially for the update of one chapter to a story. I think the time has given both Kawaii Sonikku and I a lot of opportunities to look back and rework the structure of the planned chapters, and one of the last few times that I spoke to her about it, we agreed that the next chapter should at least be some sort of satisfactory, but open ended conclusion. There are chapters we had planned after that would showcase the birth of their children as well as Sonic and Amy navigating their first few weeks of parenthood. But with a good eighteen chapters previous and this one added to include nineteen, I do not know if that would be fair to readers of this fan fiction, new or old.
I know there are several great fan fics out there that have become orphaned/incomplete due to obligations in the author's real life, and I do not wish this fate for Secret Affair. It is the least we can do, especially to those of you who have been vocal to remind us to update.
That said, next chapter will be a happier one. Amy finally gets her surprise baby shower and both she and Sonic reflect on both the day itself as well as the past with hopes for the future.
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