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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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Author's Note: Alright folks. Another chapter rolling out for you to enjoy. Let's get to it, shall we?

(Sonic's P.O.V.)
"Watch your step there, Ames," I said as we strolled alone together. It's a beautiful day in the month of August, and we're both out and about enjoying the last few rays of sunshine that it has to offer. She's half walking (or rather, a waddle, as I've come to notice of late), and seems to be having a harder time moving around. Part because of her condition, but also her choice of clothes for the day, which is a flowing , long reddish orange maxi dress. As I catch her again from another potential trip, I inwardly wish she'd chosen something less hazardous despite how lovely it looks.
"Don't give me that look," she pouted before pausing to catch her breath. "You'd be doing a funny waddle too if you were eight months pregnant." She leaned on me for a little support, steadying herself with one hand on one of my shoulders while holding onto a bouquet of flowers in the other.
Concerned, I worry if our little excursion is too much for her. "Maybe we should turn back?" I ask as I hold on to her. "It's getting late and you've had a very busy day today, after all."
But she shakes it off, insisting she can press on with me. "Oh no," she admonishes me. "Don't go using the baby shower as a reason to chicken out. We're almost there."
I inwardly chuckle, as this has become a regular exchange between the both of us with the natural progression of the pregnancy; I've noticed some of what must be the more unpleasant aspects while she's more than willing to press on without much protest. As of late, symptoms such as her swollen ankles and back ache have me going slower for her than I'd like to admit, but all it does it irritate her more than help.
"But you've been on your feet most of today," I pointed out. "At least take it easy for a few minutes?"
She would have protested further, but the sudden winch she made had me freeze. "..is it..?" was all I managed to blurt out before I swept her up bridal style in my arms.
"It's not that time yet," she yelped in protest. "But if you insist. Let's just rest for a few minutes under the shade of a tree nearby. These flip flops are really killing my feet today..."
I gingerly sprint over to the biggest tree nearby - a matronly looking oak tree that had plenty of shade to give. Carefully, I place her down against the base of the trunk, before sitting right next to her, placing both her feet in my lap to massage. She protests for a moment about being out in public before I manage to emit a few alternating sighs of relief and giggles with my magic fingers.
"Okay, okay!" she giggled as she squirmed from my light tickling. "Just a few minutes!"
We sat there for awhile, enjoying the soft summer breeze as it swayed the branches of our tree back and forth. I watched a few leaves float in the wind, as well as flowers that were planted nearby dancing along with them. Watching all of this has made me realize that this is probably the first moment alone that we've both had in peace since being discharged from the hospital. We've both been moving at a frantically consistent pace in order to prepare for the impending additions to our group. Cleaning, dusting, painting, building...with the amount of work that's gone into moving Amy in and preparing the nursery, you'd think we were building our own little village.
Thankfully, we've had help, as all our friends contributed in this feat. Cream and Vanilla got the Chaotix to help us with the handiwork of painting, wallpaper, and aesthetics while Tails helped in the construction of the crib and a few other pieces of furniture that were gifted from the baby shower. Knuckles also aided a little in some strongman work, lifting and moving the odd bits of Amy's old furniture in from storage after finding out he indirectly had a hand in her eviction.
As for me, I had the task of keeping Amy busy each day while this little project was going down. Wasn't any easy feat either, as Vanilla had warned me Amy would have a strong urge for nesting this far along. And boy, she wasn't kidding. Ever since she's moved in, her neat freak radar has been off the charts. Cleaning this, scrubbing that. Even dusting the cleaning supplies!
The only thing to curtail the cleaning seems to be shopping for baby supplies, and that hasn't been easy either. Amy would be what you call a marathon shopper. It's not fun, as I've had to be the voice of reason towards potential purchases which I knew we already had covered thanks to our friends.
Despite all this, Cream still had it in her head to make it an epic surprise. Though after all that had happened, I wasn't sure it would be a good idea. However, I'm glad I let the kid do it the way she wanted to, as the expression on Amy's face was priceless. She was speechless, and absolutely moved to tears at our friends' compassionate gesture.
She even managed to pull off a repeat of the aforementioned expression with today's rescheduled surprise baby shower.
"You really enjoyed yourself today, eh?" I said as I gave one of her tender feet a squeeze.
"Mostly," she winced, trying to hold back another frown. "Until you guys got a little stupid..."
I let out a nervous chuckle, all too familiar with what she was referring too. "You can totally blame Shads for that drama." I'm quick to point out. "But maybe you should have taken it a bit easier on him, after all it a joke..."
I shut up when she started glaring daggers at me, rubbing her tired feet in silence.
But it was kinda funny...
The party was going on full blast. It was small, but with our group of friends, it was lively. I'd have never known it was a baby shower if it weren't for the mini versions of regular food featured in the eats. Mini burgers and chili dogs. Mini sandwiches. Even mini ice cream cones and cupcakes. And even after all the time and effort that they had put into making our nursery as cozy as could be, or gifts that they might have bought originally, they still had enough heart to gift us again, with smaller, sentimental gifts that seemed to make Amy cry a new set of tears with each opening.
I can't remember all of them, but the ones I do remember were funny. Tails gifted us with a mini walker/bounce machine that looked like a miniature version of the Tornado to go with the stroller combo he already built. The Chaotix gave us one of their business cards, with Detective Agency crossed out to say "Free Babysitting". Knuckles even gave a little something – an Echidna Clan dream catcher mobile to hang over the crib to ward off bad dreams.
Rouge had a previous commitment, so Shadow was on hand briefly to present her gift, which were two pairs of boutique baby booties. Then his present – a croqueted baby blanket with fancy embroidery that he made himself.
"You really made this?" I remember Amy asking in awe. She was totally impressed by the amount of detail that was featured throughout.
I remember the glare he gave to all us guys daring to crack a smile as he stated that it was one of a few skills he had learned from Maria back on the ARK, before mentioning that he also had something for me, which he dully handed in a unceremonious brown bag.
"Open it up," he said, smirking. "Rouge says it's from the both of us."
Shrugging, I ripped it open, before cocking an eyebrow back at him and trying to hide the package from everyone's sight behind my back.
"What is it?," asked Tails, who took a quick peak before going into a chuckle fit.
"Oh man, this has to be good," said Knuckles, as he tried to take the bag from my reach, only to be met with empty hands.
"NO!" I shout, jumping back. I give an awkward smile as I try to flick the bag into the nearest garbage can, and miss, with the contents falling out of the now destroyed bag. I try and rush over to pick it up, but it's already too late; Amy's gone and picked up my unwanted gift.
"C-condoms?" Amy stuttered out in surprise. I nervously side step a few feet away from her as her normally rosy complexion suddenly became a few hues brighter, with the others save for Shadow following my lead.
"Yes." Shadow said nonchalantly. "The irony of his gift is obviously not lost on hi-"
"PIKO!"
"You're an absolute ass!" she squealed, hammering him square in the face. Knocked out cold, he would have hit the table behind him if I hadn't swooped in for a save at the last second...
"C'mon," I say, snapping out of the recollection. "You have to admit, it was funny. Even with Shadow to have gone along with it like he did."
"Speak for yourself," she quipped. "He couldn't look me straight in the face when he came to or apologized, so he knew it was in bad taste. And don't even get me started on Rouge. She's the last person on earth who should be making a frigging joke like that. She couldn't even be bothered to show up for a few like Shadow."
"Maybe because she's part of the investigation concerning what happened last month?" I point out. "Knuckles did mention that both she and Shadow had been working round the clock lately."
"That's not it," she disagreed. "I know Shadow well enough to know that both he and Rouge generally work the same hours while on assignment. Before I clocked him, I think he said she wasn't coming because of an annual diagnostics test she had coming up."
"Ms. Holmes. I do believe the game is afoot." I chuckled as I tickle some sense into her. "Someone's being really nosy today. Why the sudden interest in her whereabouts?"
"I can't explain it, but I have this weird feeling," she said softly. "Something's up with her...and I'm pretty sure Shadow might know something about it too, as usual..."
"No!" I protested. "Whatever it is, you and I are sitting this out. You do remember what happened the last time we got sucked into their business, right? Hospitalization? Eviction? Public property damage?
Drama, drama, and more drama with another helping of drama. We have enough to worry about as it is..."
"Besides," I continue, as I help her to her feet. "It's getting dark. Shall we continue on?"
"Sure," she says, throwing me a soft smile. "Besides, I can't wait to get home. I wonder if we have another parcel bag of mail waiting..."
(Amy's P.O.V.)
I must be getting old. Who would have ever thought I looked forward to reading mail? It's become somewhat of a hobby for us since I've moved in, though it initially wasn't as pleasant. With all the traveling he does, his place was littered with several bags of unopened letters, including a stockpile in one of the rooms that would become the nursery. What were in those bags must have been years worth of letters addressed to him from fans who were like me once upon a time, and he told me that he had merely given up on reading them as he was almost always never around.
I was initially more concerned with the potential fire hazard that he was living in, so he wasted no time in borrowing an industrial paper shredder from Tails. He had no problem parting with it, as he pointed out that much of what he read in the past bordered on being weird or hate mail, especially given the incident – the "safe" ones as deemed by the police.
We went to work shredding, but with the constant stopping/overheating from placing letters into the machine with sealed envelopes, we soon had to start opening things to reduce stress. He was not exaggerating when he warned me about the content; some of the most hateful, vile things that I've ever had the misfortune of reading were captured on pen and paper within their seemingly innocent envelopes. Things which I do not to repeat because it breaks my heart to think about them.
It was so bad that it even started a fight between us. He got mad that I was upsetting myself, despite his warnings of their content. But how can I ignore what feels like a sea of hate? These letters were a showcase of the capacity for cynicism and hate that people can have in their hearts...and in a small sense, a window into the hurt he's been feeling over the life he could not save.
"Stop reading!," he finally snapped, after I had read one particularly crude letter. "Why do you want to do this to yourself?"
"Because I know that every single one I've read is dead wrong," I said quietly. "And I want to get a sense of what you've been going through this whole time..."
"I don't want to think about, talk, or read about it..." he countered. "Therapy's already taking care of that."
"What therapy?" I ask sarcastically. "We've been to a few sessions and all you do is run the psychologist in circles. It won't you do any good if you don't at least try..."
"The fuck I'm not trying!" he yelled back.
I jumped a little in fright as he normally doesn't curse at me, so he readjusted his tone. "...I'm sorry. Let's just forget this, okay?
But I wasn't having it. "Oh, fuck off." I cursed back, getting up to stretch my sore legs before walking away from him. I kick one of the parcel bags to vent, without much care as it was probably more horrid reading material. The force was enough to tip it over, and as the contents spill out, I notice something among the letters – a big manilla envelope that was stuffed to capacity. I reached for it when Sonic saw it out of the corner of his eye and tackled me.
"SHIT!" he shouted as we both fell into a pile of shredded mail. Little slivers of shredded confetti flew every which direction and that, falling down like quiet snow. I push him off me, and he mumbles something about it being a suspicious package that might have been missed.
"Do you have a death wish?" he shouted while taking possession of the package. "This could be a package that blows us all into the Sky High Zone!"
Snatching it back, I point out that him shaking it around proved it wasn't volatile, and proceed to rip it open to reveal the contents – a small handwritten letter, with a very soft, blue wool blanket. We both stare at it for awhile, as it had honestly been the nicest thing that we've seen so far in the mist of this mess before I read the note. It read as follows:
"Dear Mr. Sonic,
I know you probably wouldn't remember me, but I remember you. You saved my life!
I have always recounted the tale of how you saved my life to others, and I think it's something I've repeated several times over in the wake of that tragedy at South Island. Everyone makes mistakes, and we all have our bad days. I have no doubt that every single person saying otherwise would be singing a different tune the moment you save them.
But I do not want to dwell on the unpleasant. I wish to congratulate you and Ms. Rose on both finding love and starting a family. The both of you are strong examples of good people, and what we need more of in the world. As a parent myself, your stories are ones that I will tell my children as a means of inspiring them to becoming strong, kind adults one day. I know that you must also be nervous, and a little anxious, but I know you'll both raise this baby with the love and concern that you have for each other, as well as the rest of the world.
That said, I've enclosed a gift for you as a small token of my appreciation. A baby blanket that I knitted for my first born son. He has had it since the day we brought him home from the hospital, and it's never left his side without a fuss. But when he heard that you were expecting, he wanted you both to have it. He hopes that it will keep your baby as safe and warm as he says it's made him.
We both really hope you enjoy it, and that you both have a healthy and happy baby.
Eternally Grateful,
A Friend
And with that one letter, we started finding more that shared the same sentiment. The vile, hateful ones soon became fewer and far in between, as if out of fear of being infected with kindness. Drowned out and replaced by ones of encouragement, congratulations, and hope. People saying thank you for saving them or the world in general. Small gifts for the baby, as well as lots of advice for dealing for things that will lie ahead in our role as new parents.
It's all been such a turn around that we're still overwhelmed. We haven't wanted to shred much mail since then. Did not want to destroy words that were so heartfelt and warm. I've actually framed that first kind letter, placing it in the nursery. I plan on reading it out loud to our children until they're able to read themselves.
We've also been sending replies back to people. At least, those with return addresses. Not anything too fancy, but just a simple thank you. I know that we definitely won't be able to keep this up, as we've been receiving between four to five parcel bags each day. It's not much, but I...we both want to give say thank you to all those who are standing by us...
...
As we continue our stroll, I rest my head on his shoulder as he holds me close. I can tell he's a little bit anxious as he increases our pace to a steady, but swifter rate than we were previously going.
"I take it you want to read some more mail as well?" I say as I notice the change in pace. He nonchalantly whistles, looking the other way in a feeble attempt at hiding his flushed face, which is all I need to know.
"Ha." I teased.
It's not much longer before we've reached out destination, and we're just in time as the gate is due to close in a few minutes. The gatekeeper recognized and greeted us, saying he'll give us a little more time for today.
"I can't believe it's been a year already," I said softly. "Time flies..."
"Yeah.." Sonic said, trailing off.
We walked through what seemed like a garden of various markers. Some big and towering, while others were smaller. Others faded and worn from sitting through the various changes of the seasons, barely legible, while others still seemed to be freshly laid.
It would be easy to get lost and sucked up in such a still place, but we've been here enough to know the way by heart. It's not long before we finally reach our destination – a small, marble marker with a few newly placed flowers over it. Sonic helped me down to kneel before doing the same. We've both tried to say a few things in the past whenever we were here, but the words either never came, or they never sounded right. Forcing it never worked, so we've both let words flow as they come. Sonic's always had trouble saying anything, but he surprised me by speaking first.
"Hey," he said softly. "Just wanted to check up on you today. It's been awhile, almost a year. I hope you're doing well. I hope you're doing all the things kids do whenever they go where you are right now. Like maybe eating all the ice cream you ever wanted for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
Chuckling nervously, he continued: "I like to think of what you would have been doing this time of year. It'd probably be the end of summer, and you'd be getting ready to go to school and make new friends. Be that kid that everyone likes and wants to be best friends with. Learn new things each day. Take up hobbies. Just be a kid in general.
I like to think that you'd be going on with your life after I met you. That you weren't hurt too bad and you'd forgive me. But we both know you can't.
So I've had this hanging over me for the past year. I swore I wouldn't rest until I avenged you when given the opportunity, and I believe I did a few weeks back. But the things that I did, and the lengths that I went to...were dark. Dark enough to make me stop and think – is this what you would have wanted? Is this what I want?
Is this who I am?
It's not who I am to go to such extremes. It totally goes against my creed and everything I stand for and believe. But I thought it was worth it to make an exception this one time, for you. It doesn't feel good, but I'll have to learn to live with it. Even though I crossed that line, I still didn't feel any better about what happened to you. It won't ever bring you back, but I like to hope it could. I like to think that you're giving him bloody hell for it.
I usually don't look back on things, but I haven't been able to since this happened. I've only dwelt on the negative and what could have been."
Ever so gently, he placed the bouquet down on the grass, and patted the tiny tombstone that laid before us.
"For you kid." he said as he tears flowed freely. "I know it's not much, but I 'm sorry. You can't hear me, but it makes me feel better to think that you can. And while I know that you can't forgive me...I have to forgive me."
I embraced him soon after, pulling him into a hug that seemed different from others I'd given. It felt as if the weight of guilt had finally been lifted off his shoulders after all this time. Everything that had happened was behind us, with the future ahead being a bright and welcoming one.
Before we leave, I say a few words to the tiny little grave myself. One simple, little thing.
"Thank you for making my Sonic into a better person."

That's it for this chapter folks. We really hope that you enjoyed it. I hope it had a little bit of everything that you've all come to enjoy in this fan fic, from comedy to plenty of heartfelt moments to keep you wanting the next chapter. I also hoped this was a satisfactory conclusion to the initial subplot of Sonic's overall grief/guilt concerning the one he could not save. I tried to show that he wasn't 100% over it, as shown by the lack of overall progress in therapy. But he is finally able to forgive himself, which is a start.
That said, the next chapter, if continued, will showcase the birth and delivery of the twins. Despite all their preparation, Sonic and Amy will not be prepared for what happens next, and it will be a true test of heart for the both of them.
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