Right. Well, I decided to continue the story, rather than make a sequel. The rules seem to frown upon making sequels.

Anyway, there's some folks I know who've read this and refuse to believe I'm writing it, so I'd like to take a moment to provide proof.

So let me give a shout out to all my peeps in Lineage 2. Most notably Artume, Trax, Darkestsin and Koryander. Oh, and Necrosavron and TwilightShadow.

Also to my brother Charles, but we call him Dubbie. Don't ask.

Ok, now on with the story.

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Amy Rose yawned tiredly, smiling around her open mouth as the sun's warmth soaked through her fur. It was the end of September, and there was a slight chill in the air. She cuddled her three newborns protectively as her wheelchair rolled leisurely down the sidewalk. She yawned again and leaned back a little, trying to relax. She'd slept nearly the entire two days after giving birth, and now, as she was returning home, she was still quite tired.

"How ya feelin' babe?" Sonic craned his neck to see her face from his position behind her wheelchair, his hands on the handles. He was pushing at a surprisingly relaxed pace.

"Uuuhh, my hips are killing me. I'm still so tired." Amy groaned as she lifted her rear off the chair just enough to shift her position slightly. Her pelvis sang with a sharp, constant ache.

Sonic nodded, even though she couldn't see him. "You sure were in alotta pain, Ames. I was kinda worried. Sure you're ok?"

She just closed her eyes and snuggled into the multitude of blankets she'd been wrapped in, holding her sleeping children to her chest. "Mmmm, I'm great, Sonic." Amy kissed the three adorable little faces under her own. "I feel wonderful." The tone of her voice indicated she was truthful.

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By the end of that day, Amy was on her feet, though her hips still ached and she walked a bit shakily. Sonic had paniced and tried to make her lie down when she'd decided to get up. She'd nearly had to clobber him to make him leave her be.

"Relax Sonic! I'm fine!" She jerked her arm to make him stop pulling on her. "Let go of me!"

He did, but he still looked worried. "Amy, you need ta rest! You could barely move this morning!" He grabbed her arm again.

"That was this morning!" She twisted her arm skillfully and grabbed Sonic's wrist, squeezing. "If you don't leave me alone I'll put YOU in the hospital!"

He yelped. "Ow! Ow, ow, ow, Amy, leggo, ouch! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, leggo, please!" He was on his knees now.

Amy giggled weakly. She let him go, and he clutched his wrist, inspecting it for damage. Amy towered over him menacingly. "Let me take care of my babies!" Sonic made a mental note. Mothers, especially insane pink ones with huge blunt objects, get quite violent when you try to keep them away from their children.

The pink mother in question scooped up her offspring and cuddled them. Amy hadn't bought a crib. She didn't believe in leaving children behind bars alone at night. So the kids were wrapped up snugly in fluffy blankets in an easy chair for the moment, and Amy decided they would spend each night with her, in her arms.

The blankets left the chair and Amy's behind replaced them as she relaxed, opening her blouse and nursing Amelia and Hope while Maurice played with her quills. "Mmmm, my little babies. I love you so much."

Sonic sat on the couch across from her and smiled, watching. She still looked tired, but there was so much love inside her it seemed to roll off her body in waves. Sonic could feel it. It almost made her body glow softly. "Wow, Amy. You're beautiful." She looked up and gasped lightly, surprised.

"W-what? Sonic?" Even though she knew he loved her, he'd never really complimented her appearance outside of a few playful jokes.

Sonic clamped a hand over his mouth. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. But there wasn't any taking it back now. "Um...you're, um...beautiful?" His eyes grew more confident. "No, gorgeous." He smiled slightly.

Amy's eyes were wide, then suddenly she blushed hotly, lifting a hand to her cheek. Her lips formed a bashful smile. "Oh..I...You're so sweet, Sonic." A tear glistened on her cheek, and Maurice pawed at it clumsily, curious. B-but I...I know you don't really mean it. No-one...no-one ever told me that before." She sniffled softly. "I-I'm just plain, average Amy Rose. There's nothing special about me." Amelia had been filled up with milk, and Maurice took her place, suckling eagerly.

Sonic just smiled at her and shook his head. He got up and took her hand in his, brushing a few stray quills out of her face with the other. "You're wrong, Ames. You're so beautiful, I...I can't..." He laughed at himself. He'd never been very good with words. "I'll show you." He pulled gently on her hand. "Come on."

Amy just shook her head. "I'm busy feeding my children, Sonic. Wait." He didn't want to. He wanted to prove to her how lovely she really was. But he also didn't want his skull caved in, so he knelt next to her and stroked Hope's quills gently.

"Heh, she sure can eat."

Amy nodded and nuzzled the tiny girl. "I'm glad. She needs plenty of food to catch up on her growing. She's so small." The pink mother nuzzled the girl's tiny cheek. "Mmmm, I love them all so much. I'm just going to protect and spoil them rotten. I'll give them so much love and attention they'll turn into little terrors, and I won't care." Amy looked up at Sonic, her eyes bright and glistening with unshed tears. "I...I never had any love when I grew up, Sonic. I think..." She sighed heavily, her breath shuddering as she struggled not to cry. "I think that's why I chased you so much when I met you. I just...I just wanted love so badly. I wanted someone to love me. I wanted to love someone so much that I...I just latched onto the first incredible thing I saw." She closed her eyes, tears leaking slowly from them and staining her cheeks. "Y-you're so amazing, Sonic. I've never been anything but a plain, uninteresting girl." She looked down at herself, sobbing quietly. "And...And...I've just gotten so fat since I got pregnant...how can you stand to even look at me?!"

Sonic didn't say anything. He just waited. Maurice was soon done eating, and now only hope still suckled from Amy's bosom, her little tummy swelling up cutely with milk. Amy giggled and gently pried the girl's mouth from her breast. "Oh, careful, little one. You're going to pop! Hehee!" She cradled her babies and rocked them gently, humming a soft tune until they fell asleep.

Sonic stood up and offered his hand again. "Come on, Amy. I'll show you how beautiful you are."

Amy just blushed, hesitating. Finally she lifted herself from the chair and placed her offspring on the blankets, wrapping them up nice and snug. She took his hand and he led her away to her bedroom.

"Sonic, what are you doing? I don't-" He put his finger to her lips. He pulled open a drawer and produced the dress he'd given her for her birthday. She gasped. "Oh, I thought it was ruined! How did you-" His hand was on her mouth again.

"Just shut up and trust me, Ames. Ok? Put it on." She did, blushing.

He led her to her full-length mirror. "Look."

Amy looked in the mirror, and let out a soft gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. She WAS gorgeous! She didn't look fat at all. She wasn't as slender as she used to be, but now, instead of a rail-straight figure, she was shapely. Almost...voluptuous. She had long legs with slightly rounded thighs, and broad, soft hips, just a bit wider than her shoulders. Her waist dipped inward sharply, but she still had a soft, slightly rounded stomach. Her bosom was heavy and full, the flesh firm with her youth and the milk they contained.

Amy ran her hands over the smooth surface of the mirror, shocked. "My goodness...is that really me?" She began to cry softly. "I...I'm beautiful! Really beautiful!" Sonic came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek.

"Told ya."

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