Title: Father Figure
Author: LM Simpson (Kady the Red Panda)
Pairing(s): SonicxAmy
Rating: T
Warning(s): Childbirth, sexual references, some strong coarse language, child endangerment
Disclaimer: I only own my original character, Dash. Twu fax.
Other tidbits: I wrote a Sonic the Hedgehog fanfic back in 2008. It sucked. Hopefully this will be better.
Prologue
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Amy Rose blew, sobbed, then inhaled again. Sweat dripped down her body like the tears dripping down her face.
Vanilla, under Amy's sodden red blanket, remained calm. "You're doing very well, Amy. Now push again."
The hedgehog grunted. "I don't know if I can do it! It hurts so much…"
It had been eleven, going on twelve, hours. Everything ached or numbed: neck, belly, back, lower back, butt, legs… She felt miserable. There she was in her bedroom, naked and sweaty under the blanket. A blue blanket and a couple of tools were on the nightstand to her left. Unlike when the contractions began, sunlight illuminated the place.
Vanilla announced moments earlier that the baby crowned. Ooh, how could something so natural hurt so much? It needed to exit her now—she had no idea how much longer she could tolerate this pain. She sobbed and pushed again. She completely forgot her breathing techniques, the pain was so severe.
"Amy! I'm holding its head! I need just one more push!"
"O-one…T-two…Th-three—Aah!" Once Amy discontinued screaming, her body loosened. Soreness and fatigue replaced pain. A squeal neither from her nor Vanilla filled the air. She quivered as she looked up.
Vanilla smiled. The blue blanket previously beside Amy covered the bawling child.
"Amy… It's a beautiful little boy. Would you like to hold him?"
Amy, weak and nervous, nodded. The elder mother squatted, transferred the child to the new mother's open arms, and then walked towards the bedroom door.
Amy closed her eyes. The boy wriggled in her arms. She could not believe it—Amy Rose, a mother at fourteen. She always wanted to be a mother, but not now. But she could not change that now—the deadline for that was months ago. Besides, as soon as she gazed upon her son, he would become her world… Right? She hoped… worried. Could anyone—anything—replace Sonic?
Well, here it goes… O-one, t-two, th-three…
That boy's eyes met her own. The colors matched. She consciously inspected his petite paws, feet, blue quills, tail. Perfect, all perfect. Miniature, yes, but perfect. And this little thing came from within her (though, of course, his father's good looks certainly contributed as well).
He cried again. "Hmm…" she thought, conjuring explanations for his wails. "Are you cold? Sleepy? Hungry? I wish you could tell me!" Amy began sniffing again. She was sleepy and hungry, but she felt selfish for wanting to put herself ahead of her own flesh and blood…
"Amy! Amy!" Cream exclaimed as Cheese and she zipped through the door. Vanilla followed soon after.
"Hi, Cream," she weakly said.
"May I please see him?"
The baby whimpered. "Not too long. I don't know why he's crying. I think he's very hungry." She uncovered part of the blanket so the girl received a good look.
Cream gasped and smiled. She clasped her face in awe. Cheese squealed jovially. "Oh, Amy! He's beautiful! He looks so much like his father!"
His father. Such stinging words. His father was not with them anymore. He was out, defending the world and being himself. Amy worried about life as a single mother, even with friends help. The boy's father, after all, was a handful himself.