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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:Things have really come along since we've resumed updates, yes? And it's a good thing as we now have two little bundles of joy to properly introduce you all to.
And unfortunately, some serious developments as well. Keep reading to find out.

(Sonic's P.O.V.)
"Almost there, and...done. Yeah. I think that's it. Did I do it right?" I asked anxiously. My first diaper change.
"One diaper on the first try. Impressive." said the nurse who was supervising. "I don't see many first time dads who have a handle on this so quickly. You're doing just fine. I think you can handle swaddling at this rate."
"I really hope so...," I said back, smiling softly at the freshly changed baby girl in my arms. She's drifting into another nap, and it just amazes me that she can be so sleepy given the circumstances. The storm that she and her brother entered the world in is still raging on outside. Thunder, lightning, and flash flooding chaos in contrast to her sleeping and eating.
A window nearby has a blurred view of Station Square due to the sheer force of the storm, and while I stare out into the drenched backdrop, I find myself uninterested by the sight before me with so much on my mind. So much has changed in not even the course of a day, and it's hitting me like an out of control freight train. It's so overwhelming that I can't bring myself to say it out loud, but repeated over and over in my head since. I'm a father.
I don't think it's fully registered, but now that they're here...now that I've seen, held, and fed them...it's really clicked. And it's clicked enough to scare me. More so given the fact that I've barely heard word on Amy's condition; the last I saw was as she was being brought into the ER, with "with blood loss" and "shock" being said several times over.
That was hours ago, and I'd like to think that the static silence on the staff's end is a good thing. That somewhere in the hospital, she's still fighting, and the doctors are doing everything they possibly can to help her. Or better yet, that this is one of my nightmares playing out.
But with each second that passes, the more I worry that the only other person that matters right now might be gone. The one person who wanted this the most, and she might have only known them for moments before slipping away...
Oh, Chaos. I don't think I was prepared for this. Things can't be this way. Not knowing how she's doing is driving me crazy, but I have to try and stay positive, right? But I'm still scared all the same, especially as we both had lost our parents early on. Amy had practically grown up in an orphanage, while I barely remember anything about mine. We each practically raised ourselves with only the slightest clue about parenting from Vanilla's instruction.
But even without first hand experience, at least we could say we were figuring it out together...
I looked down again to see my girl still sound asleep, nuzzling against my chest for warmth. She's been the one constant since this ordeal, as her brother was whisked away not too long ago for observation. Respiratory distress is what the doctors called it, and he's been in the NICU ever since. Not too serious from what the doctor on call said, but he's being kept there just to be on the safe side.
Knowing where his mother is right now, and where he is this moment, does this make me a failure? They're both fighting to survive right now because I wasn't quick or strong enough to help.
There I go again. Blaming myself for circumstances out of my control. Too many people relying on me right now for me to take these unfortunate events to heart. I bet that kid would be super bummed to see me taking this out on myself again when I need to stay focused on the now. So would Amy, as well as our new son and daughter. Gotta stay strong..
...
Wake up to the sound of a soft cry and stirring within my arms. I yawn, surprised that I had fallen asleep, before trying to open my eyes. I do so slowly as the light is bright enough to be bothersome, but once I do it's well worth it. The storm is calm, or at least over, with some clouds still hovering outside. But the sun in breaking through it, and it looks like it might actually be a nice day out.
I forget about it when I hear that cry again, and look down to see my daughter staring up at me with soft green eyes. My eyes. All those baby books Amy made me read said that eye color can change within the first year. But I know they're mine. She's also smiling, or at least, what I figure is one. The nurses told me that was a common queue for gas in newborns, but she's smiling, and she has her smile. No two ways about it.
It's almost unreal. It's probably way too early to tell, but I can see aspects of the both of us in her and her brother. I don't quite know how it all came together, but somehow, we managed to make two little beings that already seem to favor the best aspects of us.
Then I realize that I did the bonehead thing of falling asleep with a barely one-day-old baby in my arms. I jumped with a start out of the seated position in the nursery recliner, before falling back with a yelp with the reminder of my pulled leg muscle. I mutter to myself for not realizing I had fallen asleep, as I could have dropped or crushed my daughter if I was in a deep enough slumber.
A nurse comes running in due to the noise I'm making. I somewhat snap at her, asking why my daughter wasn't taken from me if I had fallen asleep.
"We tried," she said softly, "But you just wouldn't let go, and she would start to cry the moment we tried, so we left it be. We did check in from time to time to make sure things were alright though."
I swiftly apologize, but she nods it off, saying that she understands given the stress I'm going through, before updating me on my son's condition, which is merely a bout of nasal congestion.
"They're administering antibiotics to break up the congestion, so he should be fine enough for you to take home soon." said the nurse.
"That's good," I said, sighing with relief. Little guy gave me quite a secondary scare in the mist of worrying about his mot-oh snap – AMY.
"I'd hate to ask for more info, miss," I said anxiously, "but would you happen to have any updates on his mother?"
She shook her head, but stated that she'd make a call to the doctor in charge of her care, leaving the room for a few minutes, before coming back with him in tow. A short goat fellow with a sternness on his face that nearly drained the color out of me.
With a little effort, I stood up from the recliner with my daughter in hand to hear what it was he had to say, despite him waving for me to stay seated.
"You're injured, Mr...Needlemouse," he said as he double checked the admission charts. "I would be more at ease if you sat down."
"No." I said while continuing to stand. "I'd feel a lot better if I stood while hearing it. Just give it to me straight, doc. Is she going to be alright?"
"Well...," the doctor said, as his words slowly became a blur.
The room and everyone else save my daughter became a blur as I dropped to my knees, a sea of absolute emotions washing over and overwhelming me...
(Amy's P.O.V.)
"No. Amy! Photographer, we need that shot redone ASAP!
A bright flash of light blinded me, and I cover my face to adjust to the brightness. I'm gradually able to open my eyes, gasping at the sight before me. It appears as if I'm on some type of set for a photo shoot, and all eyes are on me. One person in particular is having a fit from his seat to the side – the director.
"Oh come ON, Amy!" he snapped at me. "If this was a blooper reel day, that previous take might have flown, but I need serious and smart from you."
"But...why?" was all I managed to muster. I looked down to see that I'm in a beautiful, white ensemble, with everyone else on set in the same. Flowing, wavy, and with sparkly sequins adorned throughout intermittently. The light reflecting off the sequins made it hard to see, but I could almost feel as if all eyes were fixed on me. Weird.
"I didn't ask for pouty!," yelled the director again, "I want the real you. Fierce. Loving. Beautiful. Why can't you give me that?"
"Why do I have to?," I finally asked. "Who said I signed up for this? I don't even remember wanting to do anything remotely like this, save one of those silly group portraits with my fam.."
I froze, as the memories of the thunderstorm came flooding back to me in fragments. The initial discomfort becoming nigh excruciating once I realized what was happening. Sonic being my rock. And those beautiful, angelic first cries...
"Where am I?," I asked, approaching the director. "But more importantly, where are my children?"
"Oh, sassy!," he quipped, instructing the photographer to get a few more shots. "And it's of little concern anyhow since they're not here."
"Wrong answer." I said, grabbing him by the collar. "I'm going to ask you one more time – where am I, and where is my family?"
The other white clothed folk near by backed away, murmuring amongst themselves in both awe and fear. But the director stayed as calm as could be despite my rough treatment, raising his arms slightly to disengage himself from my grasp.
"Tsk tsk, Amy." he admonished. "This isn't photogenic. You wouldn't want your children to have a scowling pic, yes? This is something that they'll see for as long as they live. This is something that many people will see as well. Basically for all eternity. It's not a good look..."
"Forget this," I yelled finally, pushing the arrogant prick on his ass. "Worst photography studio ever. I'll find my own way out."
But I soon find I can't, as the previously scared patrons soon see fit to block my way in every which direction in an enclosed circle. The louder I protest or try and push my way through, the closer they get, until I'm all but a foot step away from any one of them.
"Get away from me, you freaks!," I yelled at the top of my lungs. "If this is some weird cult, I want out!"
"But you're one of us..." trailed one of them, grabbing my shoulder.
I scream louder and louder as I feel them overwhelming me, until a light, yet strong breeze starts up, causing noise and commotion. I feel a lightness around me as I'm swiftly picked up and moved, with shouts and curses starting up that gradually get softer and mute.
My eyes are still closed until I finally come to a stop, with yet another bright light obstructing my view.
"Hey, you can open your eyes now."
"Sonic?"
"Um..yeah. Just open your eyes. Kinda freaking me out, looking blind and all."
I carefully open my eyes for the second time to see a refreshingly familiar, yet comforting sight. Blue quills standing erect and flowing in the wind, as I immediately run to hug their owner from behind. Sonic.
"I'm so happy to see you!," I sobbed into his back.
"I know." he said, squeezing my arms in return.
"What was all that back there? Who were those people? Who was that director guy? Were they in league with Eggman?" I asked, going a mile a minute.
"Photo shoot and no," he replied.
I disengage myself from hugging him, as his answers and overall demeanor have me uneasy once again. Taking a step back, I realize that he hasn't looked at me at all since he saved me from that freaky photography group.
"Turn around." I asked him after a few moments of thought.
"No." he said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because..." he said back.
"Because is not an answer, Sonic." I said. "Because what? You bruised it in a fight with a Motobug? I've seen you looking worse for wear before. It's nothing."
"No." he said again.
"Fine!," I snapped back. "You can go have a stick up your ass for all I care. Just take me home. I want to see our kids."
"No." he said yet again.
"Not you too." I grumbled. "Why not? Is something wrong? Why the hell can't I see my own children?"
"Because..." he said again.
"Because WHAT?," I yelled.
"Because...," he trailed off. "..you forgot to say please."
I step back from him again, dumbfounded and newly annoyed, as I'd forgotten how stubbornly tricky he can be.
"Please..." I grumbled through gritted teeth. "And I shouldn't have to fucking beg."
"That's better." he said, before bringing me into a swift embrace within his arms.
He sped off, taking me all over Station Square. The 'scenic route' is what he called it, but all the scenery passing us by made me feel as if he was purposely prolonging arrival at the intended destination. When we passed what was his apartment building, I got justifiably angry, but he quieted me down by saying that our children would not be there.
We finally stopped once we reached a red and white building on the outskirts of town. Surrounded by a fence, other people were waiting outside of it, with more coming by the minute.
"First day," Sonic said, back still turned to me, pointing to the sign on the building. Little Angel Island School.
"Why would they be here?" I asked. "I just had them. Plus I think kids that young aren't supposed to be in day care. I wanted to care for them myself until then."
"Don't worry," he said, patting me on the back. "We're going to have plenty of time for that when we get back."
Just then, a bell sounded, and the doors of the building opened up to see several preschool aged children running out and towards the waiting adults. Joyous cheers of mommy and daddy were heard as each child found their respective parent or parents. All the while I tried to humor Sonic by looking for our supposed school aged children. I know that kids grow quickly, but this is ridiculous.
I could have sworn I had just given birth...
I'm startled by the sound of two children simultaneously calling out for Sonic and I, their faces obscured just like his behind a massive drawing – depicting the four of us having a picnic on a sunny day.
"You have them in on this too?" I grumbled at Sonic. "Not funny."
"Alright." Sonic said, finally turning around to face me as he hugged both kids. "Mom's not liking this little joke, so what's say we call it off on the count of three."
"Okay, daddy!" they both said behind their drawing.
"Cool. We'll do it on the count of three." he said. "I'll lead. One."
"Two." said one.
"Three." finished the other.
...
Another bright flash of light, and I can't hear or see them. The only thing I can see is the light, and murmuring from all around. I close my eyes as it becomes clearer and more pronounced, and I realize that people are talking and working over me. Poking things in, wiping down. Moving me.
It also hurts to move, but I'm able to with some effort. Feels like I got stuck in a never ending split while my legs were pulled in both directions.
"She's coming to!," is the first thing I can clearly make out before drifting back into unconsciousness.
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I awoke again to a soft, bright light. It's quiet, and I jump with a start expecting to see someone or something waiting for me. I don't at first. The room is dimly lit, save for the sun's rays shining through the window near by. The sky is clear save for a few gray clouds, but otherwise beautiful.
My ears quickly pick up a soft cooing nearby, and my eyes scan around until they find the source. Sonic is seated at the foot of the bed, making the noises for the one he's cradling in his arms. He looks up from his cute little game when he realizes that I'm awake and stirring, with a smile on his face and the beginning of tears in his eyes. He wastes no time in dragging me into a tight embrace – the same type I used to give him whenever I thought he might have been lost forever in battle.
"You really had me scared there...," he said, trailing off. "The doctors kept on saying that if we had made it to the hospital even a few minutes later..."
"I know." I replied softly. "I felt myself slipping away too. And I tried to get back to you. But no matter how many times I tried, I felt like something was keeping me away, until you saved me."
"I saved you?" he asked a bit confused.
"Yeah. It was like a dream almost. I knew it was you, but you wouldn't let me see your face until the very end. And our kids, they weren't even babies anymore.."
"They're barely a day old." he chuckled, holding up our daughter for me to see.
Despite how tired and weak I felt, I somehow managed to pull myself into a sitting position with effort. Sonic helped me get comfortable on the pillow, before carefully passing our angel over to me. She yawned, briefly looking up at me before settling in for a nap. I wipe my eyes as tears start to come, my heart welling up with the same fullness I had felt only hours ago.
"I can't describe it," I said as I wept, "but...I feel..I.."
"Feel beautiful?" Sonic chimed in, finishing my thought.
"Yes." I agreed. "Despite how painful and scary it was, I'm beyond glad that this is the end result. That they're here. And that we're finally one big.."
Wait a minute.
I jumped with a start, nearly falling out of bed and causing our daughter to begin to fuss and cry. Sonic manages to catch us both, trying to hold me still despite the fact that I'm trying to get out of bed on my own. Once I'm reminded by my lower torso how much of a bad idea that is, I fall back onto the pillow in defeat.
"Where's our son?!" I finally ask, panicked.
"He's in the NICU," Sonic replied, frowning. "Just a minor respiratory infection. Otherwise perfectly fine."
"That's not perfectly fine!" I cried. "He should be right here with us and his sister. Day one of parenthood and we already have a sick baby. Day one and I'm already failing in my duties.."
"Take it easy," he whispered, hushing me. "That's not your fault. You're doing a great job so far. I'll even prove it."
With that, he wasted no time calling in a nurse, who soon arrived, left, and came back with our son in tow. I instantly reached out for him, despite his sister also being in my arms and felt better the moment he was placed beside her. Just like her, he was also sleepy, but was already in full slumber. I let out a giggle when the realization that he snores hit me, but it was stifled when I heard a faint wheezing as well.
"Just the congestion," Sonic reminded me, as he gently stroked our son's head. "See? He's okay. You're doing just fine."
"But...," I started to object.
"Just fine." he finished. "Way more than me I'd say. All I did was watch as you brought them out. That takes some guts."
I settle down, giving a kiss to all three special people in my life. Both children first as their first kiss from their mother, before a special one to the father, who forgets how much of a hand he had in bringing them into the world as well.
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(Sonic's P.O.V.)
I decided to call everyone with the news a few hours later. Despite the tropical storm, they all showed up in record time and were eager to meet the latest additions to our family. Amy was also eager for the visit, and despite my earlier concern reassured me that she was feeling up to it.
Sara was the first to arrive, with Aria in tow, giving the both of us a congratulatory speech, before handing us a piece of note paper. She had jotted down the times and date that each baby had arrived, for which I was especially thankful as I had forgotten my own notes in the mist of the ambulatory hustle.
She also brightened Amy's day by saying that we were both welcome as patients at her new practice, reassuring us that her choice in dealing with Eggman would have been the same if she had to go through it again.
Tails arrived second, with Cream and Vanilla in tow. Both he and Cream were busy learning how to properly hold a baby in the new roles as uncle and auntie while Vanilla quietly congratulated us both.
Knuckles came next. He gifted us with a special herbal mixture after hearing that our son was congested. He also brought up a very important subject that had completely slipped the minds of Amy and I: names.
"So," he asked, nonchalantly. "What are you calling these little guys?"
"Yeah," Tails chimed in. "What are their names?"
"Well," I shrugged, chuckling as I scratched my head, "I was actually going to defer that job to Amy. One because she's the only one out of us with a normal name. And two, because, well, she deserves it since she was the one who actually went through childbirth and labor."
"Well, Amy," Vanilla asked. "What are their names?"
Amy blushed for a moment, before looking away nervously. "Call me weird, but I thought we were having girls." she said sheepishly. "So I only picked out girls names."
"Well," I gulped, hoping that she wasn't considering naming our son with a feminine name. "What's the verdict for our girl?"
"I was thinking something closer to our own names, so I was looking for names that started with the letters A and S. Out of all the girls names, I thought the sweetest sounding one was Aya. So I think our little girl should be called Aya. Aya Rose Hedgehog."
I smile, as saying it back in my own head and once out loud does sound lovely. "Little Aya it is, then."
"But what about your son?" Cream asked. "He needs a name too."
"Well, obviously." Knuckles chimed in. "This is what happens when you don't have names for both genders.."
"Shut up, Knucklehead." I snapped back. "And besides, I don't see you offering any suggestions."
Just then, our son woke up from his nap and started to fuss, carrying on into a full on wail within the arms of his uncle Tails. I quickly take over, rocking him in my own arms to get him to calm down.
"Nice going, Knux," I grumble. "Way to make the kid insecure about his nameless status."
"Oh please," Knuckles countered. "If anything, I say he's upset because he knows he's got his big mouth from his father. That shit runs in the genes, you know."
"Hmm...genes...," Amy trailed off.
"What about?" I asked.
"I like the sound of it," she said softly. "He could be a Eugene, but that sounds too stuffy and way too normal. But I think that Gene sounds like a more modern, interesting name.
"How about it, little guy?" I asked our son, patting him on the chest. "Would you like to be known as Gene? Gene the Hedgehog?"
I got my answer when our son burped, stopped crying, and settled back down into another nap.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"What lovely names!", Cream cooed. "Aya and Gene. Gene and Aya. They're both so short but lovely. Well done you too!"
Things were going great at that point. Wonderful even. But then something always has to ruin the mood. Shadow arrived, and while he too congratulated us both on a job well done (and was even suggested as a godfather at Amy's behest), he arrived with some very upsetting news.
"I figured it was best that you hear it from me," he said, trailing off. "Rouge is at G.U.N. H.Q. Listening to the full report, but she texted me the main details."
"What's going on?" I asked, stepping out of the room. Amy's taking a nap alongside Aya and Gene and I did not wish to disturb them.
"G.U.N.'s finished their search on Eggman's compound." he said. "They usually don't declare something like this so early in, but..
Eggman's dead. They've declared him legally dead."

And that's it for this chapter, folks! Thanks to all of you who have reviewed or noted about getting this update! Things have been pretty hectic, but as is always the case, we are still very much dedicated to finishing this story.
So with that much out, I'll let you guys in on a secret – only three chapters left. Well, technically two, with the epilogue counting as one as I'll probably make that lengthy as well.
Eggman's been declared dead, but dead doesn't always mean dead. Think about that for a moment.
Next chapter should be interesting. Sonic and Amy are navigating through their first months of parenthood, but a stupid mistake has them experiencing deja vu all over again. What could it be? Stay tuned to find out.
And as always, please read and review!
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