VI.
Sonic felt like a jerk.
He would have gotten a lot more sleep if he had just let Amy do her little name game in bed. He lay awake all night staring at the ceiling and wishing he could take back all of the inconsiderate things he said to his wife just because he was a little cross.
But it wasn't all me, he thought grumpily, turning over in bed. She's always so moody, and she knows how I get when I'm tired…
Sonic turned over onto his belly and looked at the alarm clock. Already five. He remembered how annoyed he was when Amy interrupted his weirdo dreams with a bright light on (actually, it wasn't even that bright, but any kind of shiny thing could wake up a soundly sleeping boar.) He sighed. Amy hadn't really done anything wrong, and he did say some mean things to her and the baby.
Who am I kidding? Sonic sat up and rubbed his eyes. This mess is my entire fault. I know Amy's working really hard around here and all I've done is sit around like a contented old housecat.
The blue hedgehog flung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, groggily feeling around for the door. He knew he had to apologize, even though it wasn't entirely his fault.
Amy works herself stupid for everyone, he thought as he made his way down the stairs, slipping twice. I'm gonna do everything I can to help her out.
He found his lovely wife soundly asleep on the couch, hugging a pillow to her chest and wrapped snugly in the comforter she had stolen right from the bed. He noticed the "Wicked" script lying beside her.
"Oh yeah, the play's in three days…" he mumbled. Without waking her, Sonic reached down and gently took the script out from under her nose. He silently flipped through it.
"She was in Ian White's version of it a while ago…" he said to himself, remembering Amy and Ian talking about it at their wedding. "She was so happy, and now she gets to do it again as a higher paying job…" He looked down at his sleeping wife and smiled proudly. "She just has the right personality. She's so talented."
"Hm…?" The pink hedgehog blinked her eyes sleepily and looked up into Sonic's face. She gave him the tiniest of smiles. "Hi."
Sonic put the script down on the floor and kneeled beside the couch and stared into her face. "Hi," he whispered back.
They sat in silence for a while. Sonic listened to Amy's sleepy, heavy breathing and the tick tock of that old clock on the wall he loved so much. Eventually, Amy's eyes fluttered open once again.
"Sonic?" she whispered. The blue hedgehog leaned in and placed his forehead against hers.
She sighed. "I'm sorry, Sonic. I shouldn't have woken you last night. We were both tired and stressed and said dumb things."
Sonic smiled at his beautiful Amy. "It's my fault, Ames. I do want to have the baby, I really do."
Amy closed her eyes and sighed with content when he finished, "Forgive and forget?"
Amy leaned in and ever so lightly kissed his lips, then lay back on her pillow and closed her eyes once more.
"Sonic…" she breathed. He leaned in, all ears.
"Yes?"
Amy hugged her pillow. "Could you go get me some chicken fingers…?"
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