Okay. Sorry for the long wait and I really couldn't write and I hope you all understand.
Anyway, I got it done so here you go.
Sonic's POV
For the next three days I pretty much avoided mom. When it comes to grudges, I can keep one for longer than the average kid. Hey, when you have my dad, that's one grudge you just can't let go. Amy had come by every day since the dinner. She'd call and come by an hour later or so. I would wonder to myself why she waited until two to call. I'd get up earlier if it'll make the day last longer.
We were out by the pond skipping rocks. "Say Amy."
"Yeah?" She was kneeling close to the edge looking for another stone.
"What do you do in the morning before you come over?"
"Oh, well I spend some time with my mom."
"Which one?" I watched her as she looked for a flat stone.
"The one who looks just like me."
"I see. So, she doesn't work?" She stood up with a rock in her hand.
"She does, but she works in the afternoon as a chef."
"Really?" I smiled and cocked my eyebrow at her. She looked at me with a slight confused look on her face.
"Yeah." She skipped the rock without a second thought.
"That's really cool."
As if she was trying to acknowledge my enthusiasm she said, "She does tend to bring some… interesting food home." She looked a little uncomfortable for a few seconds. Something's up.
"Something wrong?" I went ahead and released the one that I had been holding since I asked the first question.
"Uh…"
"Too personal?" Is it the whole trouble with the two moms scenario again?
"I don't think that it is." She was questioning herself again.
I sighed. "Okay." She needed to say something and I was determined to listen. I sat down and looked at her. She looked at me confused. "What's wrong Amy?"
"I…" She came and sat down next to me. "I WANT YOU TO BE NICE TO YOUR MOM AGAIN!" The next thing I knew, she was crying and sobbing into my chest. It took me by great surprise. I had never heard her raise her voice like that before and… it kind of scared me. I couldn't move for some moments as I was trying to process the whole thing. I took in a breath when I noticed I hadn't taken one since she yelled. At that point, I was thinking straight again so I wrapped my arm around her and stroke her head a few times.
"Sh…"
"Why have you been mean to your mom?" At least, that's what I thought she was trying to tell me. She was crying so much her voice broke every second. I give her credit for being so observant these past few days. But I wouldn't say that I was being mean exactly. I acknowledged her when she came home
Amy calmed down a bit before she asked me, "Why?"
I sighed. "Well, she hurt my feelings because she thought I wasn't behaving myself with you." She wouldn't get what I really meant and I wanted to keep it that way… at least until she figured it out for herself. She took her head away from my chest. With tears in her eyes she looked at me with a weird look.
She wiped an eye. "Why would she think that?"
Oh boy. "Mmm, because she's been a little crazy since my dad left."
"So, he's alive?" She looked surprised. I was confused.
"Yeah… wait you thought he was dead?"
"I just… Thought umm." She looked away.
I smiled. "Eh, it's okay." I nudged her shoulder playfully.
"I really am sorry." She looked back at me. "It must be really hard knowing that your parents don't love each other anymore."
I would have said, "You kidding, I was praying for the day he would leave and never come back." Instead, I said "My dad… and me never really got along. I'm fine with the whole thing."
She cocked her head. "Sooo… you don't visit him?"
"No."
"You never bonded at all?"
"Sort of…" I looked away.
"You…" I looked back at her awaiting her to finish her question. "You don't think he loves you?"
I would have said, "Think? I know he didn't." Instead I said, "You wouldn't understand."
"Why?"
"You weren't there." I felt myself falling more and more into a dark despair with every word I said.
"Sonic?"
"Hm." She was on her knees next to me. Where was she going with this? She took my head into her arms and pressed it against her chest. She stroked my head. At first, I was shocked. Only my ma ever held me like this before. It felt nice… right even, as if she was meant to help me with my condition.
She pulled away, we studied each other and she asked, "Better?" She smiled.
I had to smile back. "Much."
She sat down next to me again. "About your mom…"
I chuckled, "I'll talk to her, I promise." Within a single second her face seemed to glow with the prettiest smile I had ever seen.
The rest of the day went by smoothly. After I got home from walking Amy to her door I walked into the kitchen expecting to find Ma. Instead, Shadow was in the kitchen. "Hey Sonic. You hungry?"
"I could go for something." I was a bit disappointed that I couldn't speak to Ma. "Where's Ma?"
"She volunteered for a late shift"
"Oh." I looked down. I felt my brother study me with suspicion.
"Sit down Sonic." I listened and sat at the table.
"So tell me," he said while I looked down at the table, "how'd it go with Amy today?" He placed a plate with two chilidogs in front of me. For the first time ever I felt a little sick looking at just one.
"Fine." I stared at the food feeling guilty. Ma never takes an extra shift unless something has her upset.
"You don't look too happy."
"Really?"
"What's wrong kid? Usually you would have finished by now."
"Ha, very funny." I said sarcastically. I looked up at him.
"Come on kid. Tell me what happened with Amy."
"It's not about Amy."
"Then what?"
I sighed.
"Is it Mom?"
I nodded.
He got up and grabbed the lemonade from the fridge. He poured some for me and himself. When he sat back down, he asked, "What did you do?"
"Remember when Amy and her moms came over for dinner?"
"Wait, moms?" I looked at him knowing that we both looked very confused.
"You didn't know?"
"No, you or Mom never said anything."
"You never asked."
"I don't think you ask your little brother if his girlfriend has lesbian moms."
"She's not my girlfriend… yet. And I take some offense to that." I turned in my seat not wanting to look at him.
"Listen bro, I've got nothing against gays, bisexuals or lesbians or… anything else. Just never thought a case like that would end up moving into this neighborhood."
"I never thought we'd end up here either."
"No one here knows our story. Their case is in plain sight."
I sighed and turned in my seat again so that I could face my big brother.
"We're off topic. Yeah I remember. I went out with the guys."
"Well, to cut to the chase, Ma saw me hugging Amy and thought there was more to it."
"Hang on." He held his hand up to signal stop. "A hug? That's it." He said it as if he was disappointed in me.
"I don't think a first kiss comes when your parents are just in the other room."
"Hmm." He stroked his chin. "I have taught you well young one." He bowed his head. I laughed at him.
"Nope, just seen a lot on cable."
"Thanks for ruining my moment of triumph as an older brother." He said faking being angry with me. We both laughed. "So Mom freaked out over a hug?" He looked like he was going to burst out laughing again.
"Yeah, I was so upset that she thought that I could-"
"Be anything like the old man?"
"Uh-huh." Suddenly my light mood vanished as fast as it came.
"She's got the wrong one huh?"
I looked at him curiously wondering what he meant.
"If any one of us is the most like Dad it's me."
"That doesn't really make me feel any better bro." He's supposed to be my male role model and that bit of info just doesn't' help. I placed my elbow on the table and propped my head on my hand.
"Sorry. Okay different approach then."
I just looked at him not that interested anymore.
"Listen kid, I've been around the block a couple of times-"
"A couple?" I said acting surprised. "You? No way!"
"Ha-ha. Very funny lil' bro."
I laughed. "Sorry. Go on."
He cleared his throat. "Your little romance is completely innocent." He told me as if to act like my teacher.
