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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: Well folks, here we are. Hold on to your seats, this might get messy.

(Amy's P.O.V.)
"Night, hun." I said to Sonic as I kissed him on the cheek. He's half awake, half watching a DVD we rented earlier today. "Sure you won't come to bed with me?"
He yawned as he returned my kiss, stretching his arms out in a feeble effort to stay awake and stay focused on the DVD. "Maybe after I finish this movie." he yawned again. "Dying to see how it ends."
"Is that so?" I asked. "You know there's a pretty gruesome alien birth scene coming up soon, right? Doubt you can sit through that given how green you turned during that one tape we had to watch earlier..."
He adverted his eyes away from the screen, whistling away the awkwardness of being called out before side glancing at me. I rolled my eyes, before kissing him again and making my way to our bedroom, bidding him good night once more, while counting down.
Three. Two. One.
I smirked as my ears are rewarded with a sharp yelp coming from his direction, with a few unintelligible curses mixed in. Serves him right; if he can't handle fake blood and placenta, what makes him think he'll be able to handle it in two days time? Given all the shit that's gone down between bed rest, being abducted, and what not, our new OB/GYN has scheduled me for an induction/C-section. Which is definitely something I didn't agree with, and was speechless upon hearing it with Sonic last week. I'm not due for another three weeks!
Sara had warned me that it might be a possibility, but felt that it was best used as a last resort in the event of any complications. But I guess what I want doesn't matter, as the hospital this new doctors works in also had their own ideas about my delivery, from the very swanky room they want to keep us in to security detail and how we'll be leaving. The only thing that we've probably had a say in was how we're getting there, with Tails being on call 24/7 with the Tornado in the event of inclement weather.
It's just really frustrating; it seems everyone else is making the big decisions for me and I can't even get a word edge wise without being talked down to like some child. The nerve of them! I've seen and lived through more crazy situations in one day on the regular than they'll ever see in a lifetime. But no. Let's do it this way since it's the best way, and not the way you want it. I don't want an induction, and I definitely don't want a C-section if it isn't 100% necessary...
As I try to shift into a more comfortable position on the bed, a very loud clap of thunder startles me enough to lose balance and fall face first into my pillow. I moan despite the cushioning of the bed, as I've been feeling icky the last two days straight. Everything aches. Feet, head, arms. And now even my back, especially the lower region.
And that's just physically. Weather's been out of whack lately as well, given that Station Square is currently in the mist of hurricane season. The rain, wind, and flash flooding have managed to keep the both of us indoors for the most part. Not a small feat to keep Sonic indoors for anything, but given his hydrophobia, it's almost a given he wants to be no where near the mess going on outside.
And then, there's Sonic. While he's been great up to this point, I can't help but be irked by the little bits of immaturity over that video. He can handle Eggman, his entire army of robot junk, and sealed evil in a can, but not a little blood and placenta? He also didn't just turn green during that birth video – he upchucked a semi-whole chili dog with the works.
Vanilla insists that it's normal, as she had Cream's dad do something similar when she was born, both vomiting and fainting moments after she was born.
"I know it's hard," she said a few days ago, "But you just have to give him time. Men process a baby differently from us. While you've probably felt like a mother for awhile, he probably hasn't really felt that connection until recently.
Cream's father, bless his soul, told me that he was just all nerves until the very first time he got to hold her. He still had his moments, but after that, he was okay.
Just have faith in him."
"I do have faith in him," I thought to myself. I just don't have faith in how I'll handle this. I might have prepped for this for awhile, but I know that labor is probably going to be the worst pain I've ever experienced. Sara tried to give me the professional and technical side of it when she was still my doctor, saying that it differs for each mother, as well any any pain management medication I might receive. Her personal experience with Aria's birth seems a little too perfect compared to Vanilla's, who was too far gone in labor to receive any pain relief. They also differed in length, as Sara's had been about eight hours while Vanilla's had been three or four.
There's also stress, as even the slightest sneeze or frown from me has resulted in him going to pieces, trying to run us to the hospital in a panic. He's done it at least three times in the past week, with each time being deemed a false alarm. He even forgot me the last time, calling me from the hospital after having ran all the way there in record time!
If he's this jittery and squeamish, how is he supposed to be the pillar of support I'll need to get through this?
Another clap of thunder, and I flinched again, which seems to have struck a nerve in my aching lower back. The discomfort has been coming and going all day, and I've chosen not to tell Sonic for fear of another hurried overreaction. It started out dull at first, but it's gradually become what I think is a mix of a pinched nerve and an upset stomach, only to go away and start up later...
As I close my eyes to try and lull myself into slumber, I feel the pain gradually getting worse and more frequent, with lying on my side doing nothing to alleviate it. I fidgeted some more as it worsens, before feeling something wet underneath the sheets. Oh great. I must have wet myself.
Carefully, I sat up, and turned on the light by the bed dresser before lifting up the sheets to get ready to change them. It's still leaking out of me, but it doesn't feel like or smell like...
Oh shit. Shit. SHIT.
I think my water just broke.
I try to get out of bed, but that back pain has returned again, worse than before. I flinch back in pain just as a very bright flash of lightning struck, with the lights in the apartment going out with it. I hear Sonic jump with a start in the next room, obviously having woken up from the living room and movie dimming suddenly.
As another ache, or contraction hits, I barely managed to scream his name between gritted teeth.
SONIC!
(Sonic's P.O.V.)
I jumped with a start, running into our bedroom to comfort Amy as the roar of thunder can be heard throughout the apartment. Just barely stumbling over something in the dark, I can barely make out anything as the power has just gone out. A swerve here, twist there, and I'm able to reach her side a few seconds later at the bed.
"It's alright, just the power," I said as I hold her close, before jumping a bit at the dampness of our sheets. "Whoa. Don't tell me you're scared of thunder like Tails was when he was younger?"
She clung to me instantly, letting out a muffled groan that gradually got louder. "...not funny," she gasped, as tears fell. Even though I'm holding her as tight as can be, she's trembling like crazy, crying out as she holds her swollen abdomen. In the grainy light of another flash of lightning, I'm able to make out her face, and the fear etched into her features is enough to let me know what's happening.
Shit. Oh shit. This is it. The big one. The real deal.
I quickly scooped her up in my arms and made a bolt for the door, bumping into and kicking a few things out of the way. Headed for the elevator to go down, but opt against it as the power is out in the whole building, with only emergency lights illuminating the way. Rushed down several flights of stairs before making it to the exit, and nearly jumped out before coming right back in. The rain outside is horrible, with heavy winds and force making it difficult to see anything nearby.
It's also so forceful that it throws the both of us back into the corridor, and I just barely skidded to a halt before we each fell back onto the floor. I winched as I caught Amy at the last second to cushion her fall, but also because I was greeted with more dampness. We both jump up when we realize that it's flooding in the corridor, with the water level easily being up to our calves.
Not good. Not fucking good at all. I can do dry land, deserts, and even volcanoes with my eyes closed and a hand tied behind my back. But water? Not so much. The worst thing I ever want to run through is a hurricane/tropical storm. I watched in horror of mother nature through the glass door exit, as trees are being violently swayed back and forth by the wind. Fanning the waves of a newly formed river that seems to be creeping its way into our building underneath the gap between the door and linoleum.
Amy's gotten a little louder behind me, trying to crawl up the first flight of stairs to get away from the rising water. Picking her up again, I rushed back up to our apartment and enter, before tripping over what felt like a table. She's fallen out of my grasp and screaming, just as another flash of lightning illuminates the room just enough for me to see her and maneuver us to the couch for a safe landing. As thunder strikes soon after, I also feel a familiar, yet unwanted "twitch".
I frowned as I slowly try to get up, but winched back in pain as that sound was enough to confirm it. Something I've felt any time I've overexerted myself in a short period of time without a good stretch. I've pulled a muscle in one of my legs. Can probably still run on it, but if I pushed it now, it'll only be ten times worse later. The flooding outside doesn't help either; if I tried to hydroplane it out of here in that mess, the speed and momentum I'll need to keep afloat might overextend it. And if I start to sink...I can't swim. Not good for any of us in this situation right now...
I looked over to Amy, who has taken to hugging a couch pillow for comfort. Shaking, crying, and obviously scared out of her wits considering what her body's getting ready to do. Despite the injury and better reason, I decide I'll make another try to get us both out, before she stops me, telling me we need to stay put.
"...we're sitting ducks," she moaned. "Just call Tails, and emergency services. There's no way I'm letting you try again and-NNGH!
...drown out in that weather outside..."
"I can get us there faster than they each could," I said. "Even if we prepped with Tails for a scenario like this, it's still pretty dicey to be high in the sky with thunder and lightning being so close."
"No...time," she moaned again. "I...nngh...they're not going to wait to make it to the hospital..."
(Amy's P.O.V.)
The pain has gotten much worse with no reprieve, meaning the contractions have gotten closer together. Besides the now awful back pain, I'm cramping like crazy and it's starting to feel as if I'm burning, down there. I barely managed to mumble instructions to Sonic, who's half limping /dashing his way around to get things I'm asking for. A towel, as well as a dry nightgown to replace the currently soaked one I'm wearing. I also asked him to dial emergency services, while asking for my own cell phone to make a call of my own. A call to someone who I hope can help me through what has quickly become a very scary experience.
Dr. Sara Torinai.
She gave me her emergency contact number, and I feel that this is as good a time as any to make use of it. Given how busy she's been trying to restructure her practice in the wake of Eggman's attack, I can only hope she'll pick up..
It's ringing. Please pick up...
"...Hello?" came a voice on the other line. "This is Sara. Who is this?"
I instantly perked up the moment I hear her voice, before another surge of pain hits. "Hi..," I managed to get out, "..it's Amy Rose and I'm...nngh..."
"In labor?," she asked calmly. "Are you at the hospital, and have you called your new OB/GYN?"
"Never made it," I answered. "We're currently stranded in our apartment and...I don't think we'll be able to get there in time."
"How far apart are your contractions?"
"I don't know.." I said, trailing off in agony. "But they're awful and nonstop.."
"Hmm... Is Sonic with you?" she asked finally.
"Yes," I said, looking up to him. "He's kneeling beside me and looking worse for wear than me."
"Alright." she said softly. "Hand the phone to him. I'll need to talk him through this."
"Through what?," I asked nervously.
"Through the delivery."
(Sonic's P.O.V.)
Just got off the phone with emergency services, frowning. They're definitely a little overwhelmed – the power outage and flooding has caused several emergencies in the area that they're currently responding to. Given that water has started to rise in our area, they're looking to commandeer a boat in order to reach us. I also phoned Tails, who is coming, but pointed out that he hasn't been able to test the new boat mode on the Tornado properly, so he's moving with caution.
I inwardly chuckle, as it suddenly hits me what a fucked up sense of humor my kids already have. Couldn't wait for this storm to pass, or for the lights to go back on. Or even for the scheduled induction two days from now. They definitely take after me in terms of impatience.
I snap out of my thoughts when Amy hands me her cell phone to speak with Dr. Torinai. I kind of gave her a nervous glance as I bring it to my ear, considerably anxious given all the shit that's happened to her because of us. Despite how polite she's been to the both of us, I half expect her to hold a grudge, blowing my ear drum out with a slew of curses.
But I'm greeted with a calm, warm voice on the other end. "Hi, Sonic," she said softly. "I'm going to need your help right now. Quickly fill me in on what's been going on."
I proceed to explain the current situation as best I can, including the details about the power, weather, and my current handicap of a pulled leg muscle. She quickly tells me to get a flash light, pen, paper, watch, and various first aid materials from around the apartment. She also encouraged me to find and connect to Bluetooth so that I'm 100% hands free. Once that is done, I proceed to quickly follow her set up for a makeshift delivery room, snapping up the shower curtains from the bathroom and draping them over our bed, before gently placing a laboring Amy done onto it. I also snap up a few newspapers and towels from the linen closet.
"Okay," she said once I told her that I had everything on hand and in place, "I'm going to ask you to time the contractions, while also checking the birth canal."
I do so, using the stop watch function on my watch to gauge the gap between Amy's current contraction and the next, capping out at about two minutes apart.
"Two minutes?" Dr. Torinai whistled over the line. "They're coming quick. Ask Amy how long she's been having these pains."
I do so, only to instantly get upset the moment she says it's been happening all day.
"You've been feeling like this all day and you didn't once try and tell me?" I snapped. "We could have avoided all this!"
"I just thought it was a little back pain, you prick!" she yelled back. "How was I supposed to know that this was the real deal!"
The back and forth would have gone on some more if Dr. Torinai hadn't yelled at me to stop. "Knock it off!," she yelled into the other end. "This isn't the time to be arguing with her as she's in a lot of pain right now. Starting an argument or fight now is just asking for more unnecessary stress in this situation.
What's done is done, but I need you to be the straight man here and stay calm. Getting angry isn't going to help either of you through this."
I quieted down and actually blush as I proceed to the next part of the direction, as I have to lift up and take a look down at Amy's lady parts with a flash light.
"Are you sure you want me doing this?" I asked Dr. Torinai nervously. "I think Amy's...er, you know, is trying to blow a bubble."
"Sonic!," Amy yelled at me. "Just...nngghh!"
"Yes," she answered back, ignoring Amy's outburst. "You're the only person who can do this right now. If you're seeing that, it means that one of the babies is crowning and it's time to push. "
"B-but..," I stuttered.
"You can do this," she said. "I know this seems scary, but Amy needs you to, and your babies...they need you.
I'll coach you through it, but you'll also need to relay back to me anything and everything going on. Got it?"
"Okay," I gulped. "What's next?"
"Check the birth canal again." she said. "And ask Amy to push very, very gently.
I did so, just as Amy wanted me to move her up into a squatting position on the bed, with the doctor saying it's okay to let her. I held onto her for balance with one arm while trying to feel for the baby's head underneath with the other, feeling it move into place as Amy continued to push. She's whimpering into my chest in agony, moaning about how much this burns, and all I can do is nuzzle her head back for comfort.
I can't even begin to imagine what's she's going through right now, but she's a definite trooper. She's been through so much already with this pregnancy, and here she is toughing it out in the middle of a full out crisis. All because she didn't want to worry me earlier...
I should have been able to pick up on this. My job is to keep her safe. It isn't as if I've never seen her hurt before during one of our many adventures in the past. But she managed to keep a stiff upper lip until now. This is something I might not ever be able to change about her. Her selflessness towards me. Always concerned about my well being at the risk of her own. I would be flattered if not outright terrified for the implications I've seen it take over the past year. She was fully willing to carry on this pregnancy without me here, by her side. To go it alone because she thought I was better off.
But she's not alone. I don't want her to be scared. I don't want her to suffer. And I'm not going to leave her. Not now. Not ever.
"Amy," I whispered as I stroke back her sweaty bangs, "You're doing great. I..I can feel the head coming down. Just a little more..."
It's finally starting to set in now. In a few more moments, I'm going to be a father. Responsible for well being and care of two new beings. I'm still a little scared, but I'm more than excited now. I'll get to watch them grow and teach them new things each day. And they'll both be looking up to the both of us for guidance...
I fell forward as my hand suddenly felt a shift of weight, and look down, just as a flash of lightning strikes nearby. As the accompanying thunder dies down, that's when we both hear it for the first time. A sharp, high pitched cry, that seemed to momentarily calm the storm outside, and instantly wells up a rising warmth in my heart.
"...Sonic..," cried Amy. "..thank you."
"No problem," I say to her as I laid her back down while cradling the baby.
"Baby number one?" Dr. Torinai interrupted. "Congrats to the both of you. What's the time?"
I check my watch, and clock it in at about 11:57 pm. for the time of birth.
"Gender?"
"It's.." I said as I shine a flashlight into the mewing bundle of wet fur in my arms, "a girl. Yeah... a girl." Just enough to make out the gender difference, but not the fur color, as it seems it might be a very soft hue of light blue.
Following Dr. Torinai's directions, I quickly wiped away the mucus aftermath from her mouth and nose, before blotting her off with a towel and wrapping her in it. I carefully laid her on Amy's stomach, and watch with a smile as the latter quickly takes to her new role as mother, pulling her up to nurse.
"We're still not out of the woods yet," Dr. Torinai reminded the both of us. "First baby isn't fully delivered until the placenta comes out. Then baby number two is going to be the same process all over again."
"What if I try and pull it out?" I asked suddenly, while grabbing the umbilical cord still connecting daughter to mother.
"Don't pull it!," she practically screamed at me. "She might be breathing on her own but it's still giving her oxygen and blood. Don't pull, yank, or mess with it until it stops pulsing since she could easily bleed out."
I don't have to wait long for it, as a sudden gush of fluids presents the placenta. I carefully try and gather it up, placing it in one of the sandwich bags that I have amongst the emergency supplies. I tucked the flashlight underneath my chin so my hands are free, while trying to clamp off the umbilical cord with a snack bag clip. Once I get it as close to my new daughter's chest, I close it, while sterilizing a pair of scissors with rubbing alcohol. After a moment, I carefully cut off the cord, and clamp down again, using alcohol to clean up the mess.
I also take the baby from Amy, and lie her by her side, as the contractions for baby number two have started up. I shine the flashlight down and look, seeing yet another bubble forming down below. I shine the light back up to check on Amy, who's sweaty and tired from the delivery of the first.
"Sonic," she cried. "I don't think I can...nngghh..."
"You can do this!," I corrected her. "You're doing great, and you're almost done. Just one more.."
Another crack of thunder, and I think I almost hear sirens in the very far distance.
"I think help is almost here," I say to both Amy and the doctor.
"That's good," she said, while scribbling something on the other side of the line, "But right now, it's time to push again. They'll take over when they get here, but you need to focus on this moment."
"Okay, Ames," I said while lifting up her nightgown once again. "You can do this. Push..."
(Amy's P.O.V.)
It burns. Oh sweet Chaos, it burns. My throat has become coarse from all the screaming, and my tongue feels like sandpaper. My head is absolutely throbbing from all the pain and flashes of thunder and lightning. And my torso...oh sweet Chaos. It hurts so bad.
I'm so tired. I don't think I can go on. I don't think I can do this, despite the fact that I'm overjoyed beyond relief to see my newborn daughter beside me. The pain is too unrelenting, and I can't think straight. I almost feel like giving up.
But a voice is pushing me to keep it up and fight. His voice. He's been the brave one throughout this whole ordeal, and more involved with it than I ever imagined him being.
"You can do this!," Sonic said as I give another weak push. "You almost have the head out. Keep it up!"
Taking a deep breath, I pushed as hard as I can, coaxed on further by Sonic's surprisingly warm coaching. Despite wanting to not startle my daughter, I can't help but scream, as the burning sensation is all too much for me to bare as I push on through.
I'm rewarded for my effort with the sound of a second, softer, but beautiful cry. Looked down to see Sonic wiping down and welcoming our second child into the world, who was kicking and screaming as if glad to be out.
I laid back down on our bed, content, as Sonic relays the stats to Sara over Bluetooth. Baby number two is a boy, and born at about 12:19 am. I also cried as Sonic gently placed him on my chest to nurse, as a whole new flood of feelings over take me. Joy. Sorrow. Anxiety. It's all a wish wash mixture of things that I'm feeling all at once as I watch both children seek me out for warmth.
My babies. Love at first sight, again. The first time was with Sonic, and if there was anyone else that I could love just as much as him, it's them. I never knew my heart had so much room...
I smile as I hold both children close, while giving a weak smile to their father, who's beaming back at me in pride, while trying to stay awake.
I can't help but feel so sleepy...
(Sonic's P.O.V.)
As I watched Amy and our new kids with a sense of pride and respect for her, I smile.
"You're a trooper," I said as I kissed her forehead. "You did it."
"..Hmmm.." she mumbled, half awake. "...y-You...did...great too..."
I gave her another smile, but inwardly recoil at the lack of warmth she had when I kissed her. I take the flashlight and lower the light to her face, and notice that her normally rosy pink skin has gone a shade lighter, as if the color was shrinking out from in her. Her eyes are not far off in that transition, as they've also seem lighter as well.
Feigning having to go get another item for the emergency supplies, I relay Amy's outward appearance to Dr. Torinai, as I've seen it enough to know something's wrong.
And it is. My heart sinks when Dr. Torinai informs me she might be in the beginning stages of shock.
"This isn't good. She might have lost too much blood during delivery." Dr. Torinai explained. "How far is the ambulance from you? You said you thought they were in the distance based on the sirens?"
I listened for them again, only to hear the sirens coming closer with red and blue lights flashing by outside. They're here.
"Okay," Dr. Torinai said. "Keep your front door open and get back to Amy."
I did so, and carefully start to follow directions as they're handed out to me. I elevated her legs, and covered her up as best I could with clean towels. I also wet one of them with fresh water to damper her lips, while softly talking to her as a means to keep her awake and alert.
"You did it," I said to her softly, wiping sweat away from her brow. "Just hold on a little bit longer..."
She gives me what looks like a weak, but warm smile, nuzzling my hand. "..y..yea..," she rasped.
"C'mon, Ames," I say, as I gently tapped her cheeks with my hands. "You need to keep your eyes open. Don't fall asleep.."
"..but..," she yawned, barely responding to my touch, "..tired..."
I looked over to our children, who have cuddled up against each other for warmth. Fear creeps in again. Not the fear of failure or the fear of commitment, but a fear of loss. For not only them, but for me as well.
Just then, the paramedics arrived, and quickly got to work. One administered CPR to Amy, while the other checked over the children and wrapped them up in separate, aluminum foil blankets.
I shuddered when I heard them say her pulse was faint. As they loaded Amy onto a stretcher, I insisted on holding both my children as we left the apartment and entered the ambulance sanctioned boat.
As we made our way to the hospital, I looked down to the two sleepy children in my arms, to avoid the sight that was potentially unfolding with their mother. An IV was being administered, and while some color had returned to her features her pulse was still weak. Tonight had possibly brought me the best joy and worst pain, all at once..
Hold on, Ames. Please, just hold on a little longer...

And that's it folks. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I really, really hope it didn't disappoint, as I did a lot of research for this. I also hope the scenario wasn't far fetched. Power outage, severe storm, and hydrophobia all seem to go together pretty well.
I also like to chalk up Amy writing off the first stage of labor as annoying back aches to being an inexperienced new mother. It happens in real life. Some women don't even know they were pregnant until they show up at the hospital and told to push. Then leave with a new baby.
That said, next chapter continues at the hospital. Sonic ponders the possibility of having to go it alone as a single parent, while formal introductions of the two latest additions to the group are made.
As always, thank you for your thoughts and comments, and please read and review!
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