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Shadow's POV

The last thing I really want to do is bake, but, hey, anything for Sky. As of right now, I'm watching her as she goes over her recipe for a vanilla cake and pulling ingredients from cabinets and off shelves. I'm sitting on the counter twirling a spatula between my fingers. I want to help, but Sky says it's best if I just wait while she gets everything together.

"Shadow?" Whoops, never mind. "Can you get the electric mixer for me, please? It should be in the closet."

"Sure." I hop down from my seat and walk over to the pantry, opening the door. The mixer is in its box on the floor. I pick it up and walk back just as Sky is putting her apron on. I set the mixer on the counter and walk up behind her, taking the strings from her hands and tie them. She turns to look back at me.

"Thanks," she murmurs, leaning back into my arms. I kiss her cheek and release her. She pulls a bowl towards her and also grabs the flour, eggs, sugar, and vanilla. "Could you get the whisk for me please? And the wooden spoon?"

"Of course." I make my way over to the stove, where the utensils are located in a drawer above it. I take out both of the desired utensils and return to her. She begins dumping ingredients into the bowl, cracking eggs and stirring with the wooden spoon as I hand it to her. "Do you want me to do anything else?"

"Get the pan I bought yesterday. Oh, and preheat the oven to 350. Thanks, babe," she orders without looking up at me.

With a sigh, I comply, setting the pan on the counter next to her as she starts the electric mixer. I turn on the oven to the appropriate temperature and resume my previous position. After thoroughly stirring the ingredients, she pours the batter into the pan, scraping out the excess with the wooden spoon. She places the pan in the oven and sits back, sighing.

"Glad that's over with…" she mutters. "We can put frosting on it when it's done. Will you help me clean this up?"

Clean what up? She didn't make a mess! Not even a teeny tiny pile of flour. The most we have to clean is the bowl and the utensils, and that won't even take the two of us!

I sigh. "Sure." I walk over to the sink as she comes over with the bowl with the utensils in it. As she begins to rinse off the dishes, I stare at her, mesmerized by her beauty. She gorgeous, always, no matter what she's doing.

I do love her. She's pretty, true, but she's one the kindest, most gentle people I've ever met. She reminds me of… she reminds me of Maria. She has since the moment I met her.

"Shadow, will you dry for me, please?" she asks me, stacking the dishes on the counter.

I nod and take the dish towel off the rack, wiping the water off with a sigh.

"You've been so quiet," Sky continues. "What's up?"

"Nothing… nothing. I just have a lot on my mind," I reply, careful not to reveal too much. She's been honing her abilities, and she's almost able to delve into my mind, something I don't want her doing.

"You don't feel like sharing? I see how it is," Sky scoffs, though meaning it playfully. She smiles at me again. "I'm so excited for tomorrow. Blitz hasn't had a birthday party before, and I want it to be special."

"I've never had one either. But then again, I don't know when my birthday is," I mutter, putting the kitchen utensils in the bowl.

"Really?" Sky blinks at me, her eyes wide. "How could you not know your own birthday?"

I shrug. "I dunno. I've never known."

"Well, I'm going to pick a day for you to have a birthday, how does that sound?" Sky asks me. "What day looks good to you?"

I blink at her, unsure of what to say.

She stares at me for a minute, and then shrugs. "We'll figure something out. No one should go through life without having a birthday."

"I'm not really big on celebrations. You know I'm only going to this thing for Blitz for you. I do not socialize."

"Sure you do. You've been hanging out with Daddy and Silver when I'm at therapy, and he has company over all the time."

"I mostly hang out with Silver when Boston has company. And even Silver is with Blaze ninety percent of the time. To tell you the truth, I'm alone a lot of the time, and I'm fine with that," I tell her, shrugging.

"Shadow, as your fiancée, I'm at liberty to do this one thing for you. C'mon, it won't be that bad!" Sky urges.

Heaving a huge sigh and groan, I agree, grimacing as Sky hugs me excitedly.

"You won't regret this, Shadow," she purrs, giving me a swift kiss on the cheek.

Somehow, I'm having a tough time believing her.

Frost's POV

Something's not right.

Ever since last night, I've had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something is just not right. It's unsettling, and I really want to know what it is. It's tearing up my insides.

"Frost, are you ready to go?" Sky calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I yell back. As ready as I'll ever be. I roll my eyes and heave myself up from my bed, where I was just contemplating my dilemma.

I'm sure that it is known that I am indeed in love with Sky, and I plan on getting her back from that worthless bastard that goes by the name of Shadow the Hedgehog. He has the nerve to step in and say that he's going to take Sky from me. Not on my watch.

I've known Sky literally since the day she was born. I'm only a few months older than her and my mom was present at her and Silver's birth. When she returned with that… monster, I didn't know what to think, especially since she turned up injured. I am especially surprised that Boston let him continue dating her. If I know Boston, he would never let anyone who brings Sky back hurt stay. That's one of the big reasons she and Flicker broke up when they dated; she got into a little altercation with Iblis on the way home from work and he slipped up in protecting her. Boston wouldn't let her continue seeing him after that.

I walk out of my room, running my fingers through my quills tiredly before entering the kitchen. Sky is seated on top of the counter next to an extravagant cake, the scent of vanilla wafting from the pastry alluringly. Shadow leans against the counter next to her, his arm resting against her thigh.

My heart clenches upon seeing this. How could she be with such a… a… I can't even put my hatred into words.

Something catches my eye: a shining, silver glow coming from Sky's finger. My eyes slide toward the light.

My breath catches in my throat.

It cannot be.

An engagement ring.

I run, slamming the front door behind me, ignoring Sky as she calls after me, and running straight to the place I know I can clear my head: the Palace.

Upon arriving there, I go straight to the basement, sweeping right past all of the workers who in turn yell greetings to me, and make a b-line to my room (for when I'm working).

That's when all Hell breaks loose.

I'm a whirlwind, tearing up everything in sight. When the damage is done, I slam my fists into the wall, letting out a raw roar of pure rage, sinking to me knees as the first tears flood my eyes.

How could she be marrying him? I thought I would have some time before they got that serious.

I have to stop this.

She can't marry him.

She's meant to be with me; everyone knows that. Everyone believes that. Sky is my soul mate; I know she is.

There's a knock at the door.

"Frost? Frost? Are you okay in there?" an old, frail voice calls gently through the door, which is covered in scratches from me chucking random breakable objects at it.

I open the door a crack. It's the former head cook, Mrs. Meriwether. She's an old, plump rabbit with dark gray fur and pale gray eyes. She wears an old brown dress with a tattered white apron tied around her waist. She still works sometimes, but she formally retired years ago.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," I tell her, stepping out.

"Are you sure? It sounded like a lot of things were breaking in there," she observes, attempting to peek past me.

I quickly shut the door, forcing a fake smile on my face. "I just dropped a glass in my room. I'll clean it up later."

Mrs. Meriwether simply blinks at me, as if unsure whether to believe me or not. She simply shakes her head and changes the subject. "What're you doing here, dear? You aren't working today."

"Well, I came to pick some things up for Blitz's birthday party," I lie, my ear tips burning. "S-Sky wanted me to pick up a couple of pies, if you have any to spare."

"Oh, well of course. We always bake some extra just in case, you know that," the old rabbit says jovially, tottering back into the kitchen. "How is Sky anyway? I heard she was in the hospital."

"She's f-fine now," I answer as I follow her, my eyes shifting from side to side nervously. The last person I want to talk to Sky about is my boss. Some of the other kitchen hands watch me closely, some of them whispering to each other. My ears burn intensely, the heat flushing through my entire body.

"Alexander, would you bring two apple pies and a cherry for me, please dear?" Mrs. Meriwether calls through the busy kitchen."

Alexander, a tiny brown mouse with sparkling golden eyes runs up, carrying the three pies in his hands.

"Here you are Missus M," he squeaks.

I take the pies from him and dip my head to Mrs. Meriwether as Alexander scuttles off back into the thick of things. "Thank you, Mrs. M. See you tomorrow."

Mrs. Meriwether kisses my cheek. "Say 'hello' to your mother for me, okay dear?"

"Will do. See you tomorrow," I mutter, carrying the pies out of the kitchen and out the back door.

I trudge up the hill, holding the steaming pies in my arms. The smell doesn't even entice me; my heart is too… broken.

When I near Boston's house, the booming "thump thump" of party music doesn't even lift my spirits. I walk up to the door, which is completely covered with happy birthday wishes from the other townspeople, and raise my hand to knock, balancing the pies on my other arm. I rap on the door, my insides bubbling in doing so, and brace myself for whomever is to open the door.

Oh, the irony.

It's Sky.

Well, there you are. This chapter is really just filler. I'll be writing from Frost's POV more often, since he has so much angst. Well, once again, leave a review on your way out! Muffin loves you!