Honestly, it's sad, but I think this is one of my favorite one-shots I've written. I really hope you guys like it!

Amy's head was pounding and her heart was aching.

She simply watched her husband from the staircase, who was flicking easily through the channels on their TV, not a care in the world. He had recently gotten back from a week long exclusive mission with Tails, and was suffering from post-adventure exhaustion.

She felt like she was going to be sick with all the emotions she felt clash inside of her.

She was so tired and sad, but happy to see her husband and anxious.

Mostly she just felt guilty.

She placed a steady hand on the railing and doubled over in nauseous fear, trying to hold back tears that she needed to release, a discussion that had

to be held.

"Ames?" Came his sweet, loving voice from over the couch.

She coughed aggressively and stood, pushing back her anxieties and striding over to her love.

The beautiful man that she did not deserve. Not after what she had done.

The worst part about all this was the crushing disappointment.

She let herself down.

She let Sonic down.

She let...them down.

She sat next to him on the couch apprehensively, sitting straight, avoiding his concerned stare.

He tugged at her shoulder, trying to pull her down to lay with him on the couch.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Baby.

Her heart convulsed inside her at the word.

He sat up next to her, as his tugging was not producing any results, and instead opted to put an arm around her, shutting off the TV.

"Ames, are you ok?"

They were surrounded by a dark void of light. She wouldn't be able to see his disgusted expression, he couldn't see her silent tears.

"Sonic!" She finally choked out, collapsing into her husband's arms.

He just grabbed her tight, pulling her into his lap and rocking her gently, stroking her quills and whispering to her soothingly. He reached over and turned on a lamp next to them, casting a warm glow on the pair, rocking silently, Amy sobbing into the nothing.

"Talk to me sweetie," He muttered, burying his face in her quills, not sure of what was going on, but knowing he needed to be there for her.

She pushed him off, and turned to sit again, wiping her eyes, trying to control her voice.

Her cries came to a gasping stop,

"Just please…" She said quietly, "PLEASE, promise me you won't hate me after I tell you…"

Sonic's heart began to beat wildly, but he none-the-less stood off the couch and knelt on one knee before her, lifting her wet chin with a finger and forcing her to look at him.

"I will never, EVER, in my life, hate you. I love you, ok?" He said solidly, looking at her with strength despite the worry growing inside him.

She reached up and took his hands in her own, looking down to the floor.

"Do you remember the week before you left for the trip? We were battling Eggman, and I fainted."

"Yes?" Sonic said warily, confused.

"We all thought it was just exhaustion, which I guess it was, but I hadn't eaten that day yet. That's why you wouldn't let me come with you on the trip. You were looking out for me." She smiled lovingly through another tear that slipped down her cheek, raising a hand to frame his concerned face.

"You're so sweet…" She whispered sadly, her face falling. "I'm so sorry I couldn't- That they never…"

She trailed off, her face falling to look at the floor again.

Sonic fell back from her.

She couldn't-? No, no. That was impossible…

"I was going to meet you in Tails' workshop. I spent HOURS on the poster-"

She choked. He ran an aggravated hand through his quills, clutching at his pounding chest.

"It's still under the bed." She began to really cry again, as Sonic finally put the pieces together.

"You would jump out of the plane, and I was going to be waiting there, and I spent- I spent hours on it… And it would say 'Welcome Home Daddy!' on it, and you-" She broke. She buried her head in her hands and sobbed.

"But it didn't work!" She cried out into the night.

"I didn't work!" She sobbed, letting forth cries that only a broken woman would know. That only the pain of losing your child could produce. The agony of disappointment hit her like slap in the face.

And Sonic joined.

Falling onto her lap he cried out too. With the anguish of loss. The pang of regret, he howled into the nothing with his wife, both calling out for the child they had wanted dearly to love.

With damp fur he pulled his beautiful wife into him, the pathetic pair sitting entangled on the floor, finding comfort in the sorrow they shared, finding comfort in the love they held for each other.

He held her still streaming face in his hands and forced her to look at him, chokinging out desperately, "It's not your fault Ames, it's not you, sweetie. I love you so much, I love you… God I love you… Don't worry, we'll be ok, we'll be fine."

Amy cried herself to sleep in Sonic's arms, falling into a pitiful and wrecked slumber, escaping the torture of the last few weeks.

Sonic carried her shakily up to their room, placing sweet kisses on her head, trying to calm her whimpering form. He placed her sweetly in their bed, making sure she was as comfortable as she could be.

Then, he knelt down gently, and felt blindly into the darkness under their bed.

He found it.

He slid the thick rectangle of paper out silently, lifting it up shakily and turning it over.

Welcome Home Daddy!

In the sweetest, most delicate script.

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