I'm back! :D I'm feeling pretty happy. I can't say that I've been updating quickly, but I've been making improvements. I've also noticed that I've really dragged out the story so far… That's So Sonny only had like 7 chapters. I guess I'll have to wrap this up soon!
My goal for this story is to get at least 90 reviews (I can't expect much, with Sonny With A Chance ending and all… but I think it's a good goal). I've been extremely happy that you people keep reading my stories, even though the show itself is long over.
Anyways, here's the next chapter!
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Chad's POV
I still can't believe what had happened. My first kiss with Sonny Munroe. Well, maybe not my first kiss technically because it's logical that people would kiss before they marry and all that, but to be technically technical, it was my first kiss with Sonny Munroe. Right?
I'm laying on what is supposedly my bed, shirtless (apparently I own no pajama shirts), staring at the ceiling. It's pretty relaxing as far as relaxation can go at the moment. I mean, really, what would YOU do you if found that you were a 17-year-old stuck inside a… God, I keep forgetting my age.
First thing's first, I might as well adapt to life here because it seems like that's how it's supposed to be. Not that I disliked it here, per say, but you don't get too enthusiastic about staying in a place for so long after going shopping with Zora. Maybe I did like her better as the furry freak listening to me through the vents. Creepy, I know, but standing in a bra shop with a honking wedding ring doesn't bring you much luck either.
But that kiss… it was really a game-changer. I had kissed many girls in my life. Starting with Tawni Hart at age seven. Yes, I did say seven. Even into deeper kisses I had experienced, they were just for enjoyment. But that kiss Sonny and I shared tonight… it was so… passionate, you know? Even in front of millions of people. All that pressure on you. And how could you do a kiss justice when people had been anticipating it for God knows how long? None of it mattered. It was just me and her.
So there were some pros and cons. And of course the kids… the present ones AND the expected. Twins… I had never lived through ONE child, let alone 8 at once. Maybe we'd have a TV show called Sonny and Chad plus Eight. Well… the title could use some help.
Wait not eight children… four. Six? I started counting out children using my fingers, trying to recognize them from my memory. Four, I believe. With two more on the way. Okay, that's fine. Better than eight at least.
So my opinion about this place is still very much undetermined. For now, I'm just exploring my surroundings.
The room is blue, spacious, and probably something pulled out of a magazine, which is reasonable. I kind of pictured myself ending up in an apartment, travelling from place to place all the time. I'm sure a house was almost essential for a family though. And really, if you add Sonny to the equation, I bet she was on this side. I figured the deal was she could get a house as long as I was in charge with interior.
To the side of me, there's a crystal side table that looks very nice, yet somewhat un-child-friendly in my mind. I found myself chuckling when I saw what was framed on the table. An autographed photo of myself, to Sonny. I even recalled the event: I tried to make the Prop House my second meditation room. Really, I didn't need one. But anything to tick Little Miss Sunshine and the Funny Hut off was satisfying enough. Plus, she looks cute when she's mad. Stupid cute.
I didn't even realize that Sonny had snuck into the covers and was cuddling with me. She was shivering. Whether or not she was awake, she didn't make a sound. Naturally, I wrapped my arms around her. That's when I decided that I might like it here. Maybe.
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A week in this parallel universe, and I have to say, I've tried various times to get out of here. Pinching myself and banging my head against the wall when no one else would see me. But not because I hated it here. I absolutely LOVED it (savor the moment, because Chad Dylan Cooper rarely says that). The only reason why I wanted to get out so bad is because what if I got too comfortable here? Then the real world would be a huge disappointment, and really, that was the last thing I needed.
According to the calendar, it's been a week. And even with my love for sleep, I seriously doubt I can sleep for a whole week.
I woke up in my bed, my eyes almost immediately closing at the sudden rush of Californian sunlight spilling through the window. My eyes quickly adjust though, and I know the drill. I look to my side and chuckle to see my wife facing me, looking all quiet and innocent. Asleep… at least that's what you'd think.
Sonny was a fair actress, but I could tell she was just as awake as I was. Now all I had to be certain of was timing…
When my instincts told me it was about time, I wrapped my arms around her waist suddenly, in a strong embrace. She immediately started giggling as she tried to struggle out. After a few moments of us two laughing, she realized that I wasn't going to weaken my arms and seemed to give up. "Okay, fine, you win."
I chuckled, "What can you expect from your hot husband Chad Dylan Cooper?"
"Having to make breakfast every morning because my 'hot husband'," she used her fingers as air quotes, "Is too lazy to get up in the mornings." With that, she took one hand and messed up my hair. She knew I couldn't stand it, so I immediately went up to fix it… and that's when she got free.
"This isn't over yet," I pointed out, gesturing at us two and our trapping game in the mornings. "And I've made breakfast, like, twice this week!"
"One and a half," she corrected me. I, of course, was puzzled, because I don't know how you can make just half of a breakfast. "I had to help."
I sighed. "Well, you may have HELPED but…"
"But I still made breakfast, in a sort of way," she pointed out.
"What are you hinting at?"
"Nothing."
In women talk, this means SOMETHING. Obviously. Have you ever asked a girl 'What's wrong?' and they say nothing? It's ALWAYS something. "Fine, I'll make breakfast."
She smiled, obviously proud of her victory. "Good."
"Good," I grinned back.
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Good."
"Good!" I concluded, then added, "But don't expect me to give in THAT easily every day. I'm not a morning person."
"No duh," she laughed, then kissed me on the cheek before we got out of bed.
I mentally check 'waking up' off the daily agenda. It was a Saturday, meaning that we all had the day off. Even the kids' acting lessons were about an hour shorter than usual, giving the whole family flexibility. This meant everybody sleep in and get as much rest as you can. I looked at the clock. It was currently 11:53.
Dylan and Holly were already fighting over who won the race in Mario Cart (though from the screaming I heard and the sounds of the television, Dylan clearly won), so it was just a matter of time until Chaz woke up. As for Alice, the girl sleeps like it's her job. A characteristic received from her father, no doubt.
I walked down the hall, very pleased with myself. I had finally learned where everything was, which rooms were which, and how to navigate my way. The house was no longer the confusing maze that perplexed my mind. Everything came naturally.
I stepped into the kitchen, looked around, and sighed.
I'll admit it. I'm not the best cook in the world. Cooking wasn't one of my talents. I was made to act, not chuck bags of flour here and there and ice cakes in a bakery (A/N: "Yes, because I'm sure the arena will be full of bags, full of flour that I can chuck at people." Anyone know who I'm talking about? From a certain book series?). So I whip up the simplest thing I know, scrambled eggs and bacon. Even better, I washed some strawberries and grapes, put it in a large painted bowl, and placed in smack-dab in the center of the round table, so it looked like I made an effort for some sort of display. I quickly placed the meal on six plates and filled some glasses with orange juice. Remembering last minute, I put a ketchup bottle on the table. "Breakfast is ready!"
It's a matter of minutes until the family comes down and sees what I've prepared: the same thing I've prepared for the last two (or one-and-a-half, according to Sonny) breakfasts I made this week. Luckily, our family likes scrambled eggs, except for Chaz. But he's very fond of bacon, so it's a win-win.
The meal is nothing special, though it's very enjoyable. A seemingly peaceful breakfast (well, brunch or lunch, considering it was about noon) on a nice Saturday morning (or afternoon… same thing).
Chaz was munching on his bacon, who had secretly dumped all his eggs on Holly's plate, but Holly hadn't realized it yet. "This is really good bacon, Dad."
"Thanks," I grinned at the little sport. I felt pretty good inside, even though I knew the compliment was close to nothing… again, Chaz was very fond of bacon. Throw it in front of him and it'll be gone within a few minutes. To think this was so distinct that I learned this about him in less than a week.
"It's very good, Chad," Sonny said to me, while trying to feed Alice a spoonful of scrambled eggs. "Two-and-a-half this week. I reckon that's a record."
"Psh… hey, maybe next week I'll do it three times," I replied. The children ooh and ahh as if this were something completely out of the blue. Which it probably was, but hey, as Chad Dylan Cooper, I don't make breakfast EVERY SINGLE DAY.
"Maybe," Sonny laughed. "I'm happy you remembered the ketchup though." I watched as Sonny took the ketchup and squirted some on her eggs. I watched her eat it, still puzzled as to why she enjoyed it anyways. Don't get me wrong, I love eggs, and I love ketchup. But not together.
Of course, living and being around the Randoms so much has only made me even more comfortable around them. I know I should feel like I'm losing my mind, but I feel perfectly normal. Desensitized, some may say, but I'm perfectly fine.
"They're so bouncy!" Alice grabs a handful in her hand from her plate that she can barely reach, then smacks it back down just so it could 'bounce' less than an inch off the plate. If you could call it bouncing… my eggs aren't THAT bad, okay?
Smirking, Holly decided to try this out. "Hm…" she mused as she got some eggs on her fork. Then she flicked it across the table… right on Dylan's face. "It works!" she beamed as Dylan expressed anger and annoyance in his face.
"Tsk. Holly, I thought you'd be smarter than that," Dylan said back. "Everybody knows that bacon travels way farther. Hurts more too." With that said, he chucked a handful of bacon bits across the table, missing Holly's face completely, hitting Chad smack dab on the nose.
This was when he grabbed a half-eaten strawberry and turned to Holly who was right next to him, so there was no way he could exactly miss her face.
She seemed shocked. "Why'd you do that? Dylan hit you, not me!"
"Well, if you didn't hit him, maybe he wouldn't have thrown bacon bits at me!" Chaz replied. "You started it."
"Nu-uh," Holly said, acting much younger than she really was. "Alice totally started it. I just did an experiment."
"Word twister…" Dylan mumbled, still wiping his face with a napkin to make sure there was absolutely no sign of egg.
"Hey, Alice started it," Holly said again, to make sure her point was clarified. "And because—"
But before she could finish her sentence, Sonny spoke up. "Actually, it's DADDY'S fault, because he made this breakfast." She let out a slight smirk, teasing me so bad.
"Well, if you didn't MAKE me make breakfast, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation," I chuckled.
"I didn't make you do this," she shot back, jokingly.
"But you implied it!" I make my voice a little louder, not in a mad way, but dramatic.
She just scoffed at this. "That doesn't mean I said yes."
"That doesn't mean you said no," I answered in a fake-smug way. Naturally, that statement only gave me a flying grape towards my head. I heard everyone else laugh, and really it was probably hilarious, but I did my best to keep my face challenging. "It's on, Munroe."
At first, she seemed a little surprised that I called her by her former last name, but she still continued laughing, even after I threw pieces of scrambled egg in her hair. It was only a matter of time until Alice stood up on the chair and yelled "FOOD FIGHT!". Before I knew it, everybody was out of their chairs using plates as protection from flying bacon strips, egg chunks, strawberries and grapes. It may have not been the most responsible thing to do as a parent, but it was sure a lot of fun. And judging from the kids' screams and laughs, I'm guessing they had the time of their lives too.
After throwing a couple grapes in Sonny's general direction, it got serious when she reached for the squeezable ketchup. My mouth dropped, and the whole world seemed to freeze for a moment. "You wouldn't."
All she did was grin, "Try me."
I booked it to the refrigerator, desperate for something that could outrank her ketchup, or at least be of use for a certain period of time. The second I saw it, I grabbed the whipped cream. "Eat this, Munroe!" I yelled, and sprayed it in her face which was rather close to me, getting her right in the lips.
The whipped cream ran out right then. Just my luck, right? So here I am in the corner, defenseless against the mighty ketchup bottle. She raised the bottle threateningly. Then… then…
I don't realize how close our faces are until I taste whipped cream. Our lips moved vigorously against each other as we pulled each other closer. Though the kids have probably seen us kiss, this was just a little bit too different for them to comprehend… and I still hoped that they didn't see what we were doing. We weren't exactly being model parents.
Everything's going great when all of a sudden, Sonny pushes me away and screams in a way that makes the whole world seem to stop. I can hear it in her voice that she's not in pain. The scream is more of a shock, it has a twinge of excitement but is a little bit skeptical, like she's trying to make sense of what has happened. Once she gets a good idea, I hear her mumble quietly, "Oh my God… it's…" but she doesn't finish her sentence. I can't seem to say anything, because I've already predicted. After a few moments, she confirms my suspicions.
"My water broke."
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So, as you can tell, the story is getting closer and closer to the end… eep, I can't wait to see what happens next! I only say this, because I really don't have that much of a plan yet, so I guess the conclusion will be a mystery for both of us!
Again, thank you so much for reading! It really means a lot to me when you guys review, even after the show has been cancelled. (R.I.P Sonny With A Chance.) I'm amazed that I still get reviews! *hugs*
And also, apologies that I haven't been updating. Schoolwork has been hard this year… I had so much more time last year to write up pages and pages of stuff, and now… sigh. So I'm sorry. I'm trying to do better though! I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but I wanna take my time. The next chapter is very crucial and I don't want to rush it!
Anyways, thanks for reading, and I hope to see you soon! :D
