Sonic kept his pace slow and silent as he eased to the master bedroom, a sly grin devouring his muzzle as he continued to edge towards the room. He peeked inside, his grip tightening a bit on the gift he held behind his back as he watched his beloved rose try straightening up the room even more than it already was.
With a quick step, the blur was over to the pink hedgehog and holding the carefully wrapped box out to her, making her flinch with the sudden movement. She soon smiled softly, almost in annoyance.
"Sonic," she started, fixing the corner of a newly washed bedspread that she laid out upon the mattress, "what's that?"
"It's a present." Sonic made a face, pushing it out towards her again until she took it from his hands. "Merry Christmas, Ames."
The female hedgehog stared up at him for a moment before giggling and shaking the small box up to her own ear, as if the rattling inside will tell her what it was. "Sonic, you shouldn't have."
Sonic just smiled, watching her, his eyes dancing as he rocked back and fourth on his heels. He was waiting for her to open the darn thing. Amy, noticing her husband's fidgeting, soon peeled the paper from the box as carefully as she could before actually getting to the cardboard.
She stared down inside it, confusion and disappointment clear on her young face as she soon pulled the gift out from the box. Amy held a stone in one hand, almost not noticing how cold the surface was.
"Sonic...what is it?" Her jade eyes flickered up to his spring green ones as he gave a bashful smile.
He stepped closer to wrap an encouraging arm around her shoulders as she continued to frown at the stone. Sonic soon explained gently, "I got it from the antique shop downtown. I thought you'd like it."
"It's a irock/i, Sonic."
"That's not what the owner of the shop said." The blue blur gave another sly smile, taunting his lover as she glanced sedately up at him. Amy soon brought her attention back down to the stone as she ran her thumb along one streak that raced up through the middle of the rock.
"Well, it isn't a Chaos Emerald, that's for sure."
"True. But...it grants wishes."
"Oh, Sonic. Enough." Amy shot a nasty glance toward him, making Sonic release her almost instantly. He nodded before continuing in such annoying persistence.
"The owner was dead serious 'bout it." Sonic shrugged, stepping off to look at a shelf of novels that sat in a far corner of the room. Amy had read each one. "He said that it was able to grant wishes. But...he said something about...ah, I dunno."
Amy sighed as she placed the stone down on the side table at the right. She said nothing for a few tense moments before parting her lips to speak to Sonic, who was busy scratching his ear at the varieties of books in front of himself. He was still just as childish as he was when they were both young.
"Thank you, Sonic, for getting me a present. It means a lot." The blur turned to her, smiling his sly smile as he nodded in reply.
Amy fell quiet as she tried to smooth the creases from the bed sheets, soon leaving it be to walk off to the balcony in the chilly Winter air. She had lived in this house ever since she had wed Sonic, two years...maybe three for all she knew. Things were quiet and empty since then, and all of her childhood friends went on their own separate ways, only being heard when they needed help with something.
But life seemed to have stopped when the baby died. It wasn't their fault...at least that's what they had thought themselves. Sonic acts like nothing has happened, but he never brings up the subject about his son that was born cold and unmoving. He just smiles sadly and shrugs before turning to carry on with something else.
Amy got over it quickly, but the bitter feeling of the loss gnawed at her heart. She thought it was better that he died in the womb then after he was born. It was something confusing and hard to explain, but she could still smile if she thought about her opinion on the death. Yet...the hedgehog promised herself to never try again, to never have a family and live alone with Sonic or just by herself when he was out with friends.
Before she had a chance to blink once more, Sonic was over in a blue flash, handing the stone out to her once more. Amy smiled wearily as she stood up straight, not even knowing that she was once leaning on the railing of the balcony.
"Make a wish, then," Sonic urged, pouting, "before we all forget." His lover plucked the rainbow-stripped rock from his palms, shaking her head at him. He grinned, sharp white teeth appearing from behind his lips.
Sonic rocked back and fourth before chuckling. "I'ma make dinner." Amy opened her mouth to argue when the blur disappeared in a quick step. She was left alone with the stone in her hands, frowning at the air where her sweetheart once stood.
Amy looked back down to the hunk of rock that lay cold and bare in her hands. Laughing softly to herself, she now shook her head down at the O-magical-piece-of-rock. She didn't believe in fairy tales, and she definitely didn't believe in this stone that would grant her one wish.
Before answering the thud that sounded downstairs from the kitchen, Amy muttered something to the stone...just a joke or to let herself know she was still able to speak, then slipped it into the back pocket of her wool robe. She shut and locked the doors leading to the balcony behind herself.
Sonic was downstairs, zipping around the kitchen in attempt to make spaghetti. Amy watched this frantic movement before trying to step in to poke the head of a wooden spoon at the clumps of noodles in a pot of boiling water. She hated it when he tried making dinner, but she said nothing of it, happy that he cared enough to try to make supper for her and himself. He usually made such a mess in the kitchen.
The male hedgehog soon took notice of her and stepped over, only to tear his eyes away to cut some pieces of bread; the only thing he can really do when it came to food.
"I've been thinking..." The sentence trailed off. Amy wasn't used to Sonic sounding so serious, so she paused to listen to him, but kept her eyes focused on the pot in front of herself. "...I mean, we lost Kyle and all but...I think we should...try adopting a child."
Amy spun round to him, her eyes dilated in agony and confusion. She didn't know why this upset her so much, but she couldn't help but feel such pain when he had said this. Sonic didn't turn to look at her.
"Sonic! W-we can't. I mean, we can't possibly-"
"But we ican./i" He shook his head, almost catching his index finger with the blade of the knife, but Amy didn't notice. "I'm not going to sit here and let our marriage become more like a friendship."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean...I want a son. I want someone to teach and to show how to play. God, I-I can't sit around like this."
Amy glared now, feeling her eyes prick with tears, but she didn't cry...only glared before turning back to the pot of spaghetti noodles. "So you're bored of me?"
"No." Now it was Sonic's turn to look over. "I just want a family."
Things fell completely silent as they continued to prepare dinner at their slow pace.