Ch. 10: Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?
TWO MONTHS LATER: TEN DAYS UNTIL THE WEDDING
***Sonic's POV***
Three. Hours. THREE HOURS! And we had to do this every day until the big day?! I was so sick of this! If it wasn't the constant order of the ceremony that had to be done to the letter, according to mother, it was the fact that if even one of us wasn't putting in all of the effort we could possibly give, otherwise, the Queen herself would have us do it all over again. Mom, I love you, BUT THIS IS INSANITY! We've been at this for hours! We haven't screwed up one in the last ten times we've done it, so why are we still practicing the entrance procedures?! We've got it down, mom! We really do!
"That was perfect! Once more!" All of us groaned once again at her statement as we headed out into the narthex of the castle, getting re-racked like billiards for the umpteenth time. Mom wasn't as aggravating as ol' Max Titus, but at this rate, she soon would be.
The doors shut again behind us. We were practicing how the men would enter the throne room of the castle, where the wedding would be held. We were all getting irritated, but I had no reason to bark at the queen, because that's just disrespectful. Mother Dearest wasn't the type of queen to go "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" if some guy stepped out of line (depending on the severeity of the crime, that is), but she would suitably punish them. What was worse was that the guys, save for Manic, since he (and I) knew that mom would be like this, were getting mad at me for what she was doing. I couldn't blame them. I think that this is annoying too, guys, but don't blame me for all the formality that goes into something so… well… formal.
She said through the doors that she was ready. We all put on our best smiles by the time that the doors opened to us. We walked in unison like soldiers in combat. Left. Left. Left, right, left. We must have doing pretty well so far. She wasn't critiquing us yet. We made it to the altar eventually, stopping as we had done too many times before.
"Perfect!" For the 11th straight time… "Again!" YOU GOTTA BE FREAKING KIDDING ME! All five of my groomsmen and I groaned even louder than in unison. "Hey, we need this to be perfect for the big day!"
"Mom, we've done it perfectly for eleven consecutive times! We've been at this for hours!"
"One more time, Sonic!" I didn't argue, but I was one more "Again" from losing my cool. I wanted to make this just as perfect for my day too, for Amy's sake. She deserved a perfect wedding. She was there as were the rest of the bridesmaids in one of the pews that had been placed in the room because the throne room had just started to get decorated for the big day. But to get back to Amy and the girls, even they were getting irked off at all of this as well.
"You just had to be a prince and get married, didn't you, faker?"
"Shadow, shut up. I didn't criticize you for getting married, so don't criticize me. Besides, we're only doing it this way because it's royal tradition."
"When have you been one for tradition?"
"Just be quiet. It'll be over soon… kinda like a flu shot."
***Amy's POV***
I saw my prince walking back up the aisle and past the large doors. He wasn't the only one getting tired of this chaos. My girlfriends were all bored out of our skulls and beyond annoyed, just waiting around for us to be let free for the day. I really wish Sonic wouldn't get to do something over and over and over again even though he did everything to the letter… especially on his 23rd birthday.
"Your Majesty?" I asked the Queen.
"Yes, Amy?"
"Don't you think this has gone on long enough? We've been here for a long time! And I mean a VERY long time."
"I just want everything to be perfect for you two and meet the traditions that have been passed down for royal marriages."
"I understand that, but if I can be honest, Your Majesty-."
"Aleena, please."
"… Aleena, at this rate, you're going to drive him away from the ceremony!"
"And I thought only Amy could that!" I turned around enraged at the snappy comment that Rouge made. Of course she would say that.
"Well Amy, you know what they say. 'Practice makes perfect'."
"I've more of a believer in 'Practice doesn't make perfect. Perfect practice does'."
She pondered my expression. "Hmm, an interesting concept. In fact, I couldn't agree more! I'll tell you what. One last perfect run, and we'll call it a day. Sound good?"
"Yes, Your Majesty. Sorry… Aleena. I need to get used to that."
"You'll have plenty of time for that."
***Sonic's POV***
C'mon, Sonic, just calm down. Maybe we'll catch a break and this'll be the last one.
"We're ready!" At my mother's words, we lined up again and the doors opened. Our smiles were on and we walked in unison again. As we inched closer, I thought we were going to be alright. "Stop!" OH, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND MERCIFUL IN THIS WORLD! "Sonic, that's a fake smile! This is your wedding! You're supposed to be happy!"
"But mom-!"
"No 'buts', young man! Again!" I heard my friends' chuckles at the sound of my own mother calling her now adult son a "young man". Okay, I've had enough!
"Mom, this is insanity! For the last four days, we've gone this over and over again for hours on end! We've all got it down so well that we could do it blindfolded! All of us!"
"Sonic, do it again, please?"
"Mom, no!" Okay, if I'm going to vent, I'll at least do it behind closed doors. I don't need to have my friends see me and the Queen verbally duke it out. "Mom, can I talk to you in private, please?" She was hesitant to answer, but she nodded. I walked over to the door behind the throne that led to my mother's private study. Even queens in this modern day and age need an office after all.
***Amy's POV***
I haven't seen him so hot and bothered since the day that President Titus crashed the homecoming party a few months ago. He stormed off through a door past the throne, leading to her office. The rest of us, except for Aleena, didn't know what to do next. Her Majesty got up and conferred with one of her guards about something before talking my fiancé. Since she was busy at the moment, I seized the opportunity to try and calm him down before their discussion.
***Sonic's POV***
I walked into my mother's office and went toward the balcony, grabbing the railing with a lot of force exerted onto it as the sun began to set. The cool breeze on the warm day helped, soothing my anger partially. The sunset was beautiful too. The star was now beginning to turn scarlet, setting behind the city past the mountains on the horizon.
My frustration wasn't at all gone. Mom, I'm now a 23-year-old hedgehog. I am my own man! And yet you still treat me like I'm a child! Even worse, you embarrassed me in front of my friends and Amy! I won't say that this wedding is a mistake, but maybe it was a bad call for it to a royal one, even if I had no choice in the style of wedding to begin with. Stupid royal formalities.
I heard the door creak from behind me. Now or never.
"Listen mom, I-! Oh, sorry! I wasn't expecting you." Amy stood in front of me looking very concerned. "I'm sorry for the outburst."
"I can see why you did it, though." She began walking towards me and out onto the balcony. "Wow, the view is incredible!"
"Yeah, there's a reason my mom had the office placed here. You can see why." She slid her arms around my back. It was a sweet hug, and I just had to return the feelings. She would always find the way to calm me down.
"Stressed much?"
I had to scoff at her question. "What was your first clue, Sherlock?"
"I can think of one way that I could help you blow off steam."
"I know what you're thinking, but wouldn't that hurt the baby?" She snorted at the comment.
"I don't think that's how it works, Sonic."
"Maybe. But I can think of something else we could do."
"Oh?" I brought her in for a romantic, if not incredibly cliché kiss with the sunset on the horizon. My arms rubbed her back slowly up and down. We didn't need to throw our tongues into it. I just needed her to love me right. There was nothing ulterior about it. I felt a smile come across her lips mid-kiss, causing me to giggle too. Soon enough, we stopped to let out boisterous laughs. I had to wipe one away a tear from my eyes because I was laughing so hard. I stopped to hear accidentally snort. Sure, it could be annoying to someone else, but not to me.
I also noticed how the sunlight just seemed to shine off of her, looking like more of an angel than she already was. We stepped back inside and took a seat on a couch my mom had installed, cuddling on it. We gazed into each other's eyes. This wasn't the first time that I had lost myself in those adorable jade green shiners.
"Feel better?"
I nodded. "Much. Thank you." I took my right hand and rubbed her still slim belly. "You went with Rouge to see the doctor the other day, yes?"
She nodded in affirmation. "Yeah."
"And how are you two doing?"
"Well, you know I'm doing fine. Rouge on the other hand…"
"How late is she?"
"Two months, give or take a day. She's really excited."
"That she's gonna have a baby or that she'll still be able to fit in her bridesmaid's dress?" She snorted and let out a large laugh.
"She would be happy about that!"
"So what about you? What did the doctor say about you?" Suddenly, mom came through the door. "The rest of the conversation will have to wait," I said matter-of-factly.
"Looks like it."
"Sorry, I took a while, son," began my mom. "I thought that if we needed to talk, we might as well talk about the guest list." Not a bad idea.
"May I?" Mother handed me the listing of potential guests. The list's sheer volume of names astounded me, but also aggravated me.
"Sonic, is there something wrong with the list?"
"That's an understatement, mom. I DON'T EVEN KNOW A QUARTER OF THESE PEOPLE!"
"Sonic, calm down. Since this is a royal wedding, it is only tradition that we have every world leader here for the ceremony and reception." My eyes shot wide open. Every world leader? Oh, boy…
"Mom, I know that our family is the royal bloodline of this planet, and I know that this is a royal wedding, but isn't there any way to make it more… more…"
"Private?" interjected Amy.
"I was going to say, 'smaller', but… yeah. Private."
"Sonic, it is tradition."
"Well, no offense, mom, but tradition sounds like absolute chaos. Besides, if every last one of 'em is at the reception and they try and dance with Amy and try something funny?"
"I don't think that would happen, Sonic. They would be respectful and behave themselves."
"Somehow I doubt that."
"How so?"
"The last time Sonic and I were at a wedding," Amy started, "there was an incident where a few drunks tried to peer pressure me into dancing."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Well, Sonic bailed me out, but the drunks tried to… well, long story short, Sonic had to get physical."
"'Physical'?"
"As in kicking their rear ends, so-to-speak, for hurting her on a powerful, bruise-creating wrist grab," I said. Mom didn't say a word, and for good reason.
"Well, I can assure you two that that will not happen."
"Sorry if I don't take you at your word, mom. It's nothing against you, it's just that I don't want anyone hurting her. And if I may be frank, I don't want anyone even touching her, unless it's one of our friends."
"That's rather possessive."
"God forbid that I'd want my wife to myself on my wedding day, mom!"
"I'm with Sonic on this one, Your Highness. I wouldn't want anyone else but Sonic to have his hands on me that isn't a friend either."
"But to get back on track, mom, I asked to talk to you regarding these procedures."
"I know you're upset, Sonic, but I have my reasons. I just want everything to be perfect for the wedding day, and that includes making sure that every little detail and facial gesture is correct."
"I understand that, mom, but wouldn't you think that with OVER THREE HOURS OF PRACTICE EACH OF THE LAST FOUR DAYS that you would get bored or annoyed with it unless it's the actual day?"
"I just want it to be perfect for you two."
"And we do too, but Amy and the rest of our groomsmen and bridesmaids are getting annoyed with all this practicing, perfect practicing at that, for hours on end. Trust me, mom, we've done it so many times, we could do it blindfolded, as I said earlier."
"Practice makes perfect."
"No, perfect practice does." I winked at my future bride, using a phrase she said to me a while back in a previous discussion.
"In that case, we'll need to practice perfectly more."
"Mom, what do you think we've been doing?! We got it right eleven straight times!"
"Until you messed up, son. You had better not fake anything on your wedding day!" MOTHER QUEEN SAYS WHAT?! That one statement made my rage-fueled flames turn into an inferno. I studied my mom's face, and it showed regret. Mine sported a death stare.
***Amy's POV***
Sonic stood up and got right in her face. "Why would you of all people think I would fake anything on my wedding day?!"
"Son, I'm sor-!"
"I'm going for a run."
He blasted out of the room before the Queen could try and reason with him. She stood there for a minute, awestruck at his words. Once again, I shared the same position as Sonic in regards to the subject. I was more surprised that his mother, the Queen of the planet no less, would even call her own son's integrity into question.
"Oh, what have I done?" she said as sat down behind her desk and buried her hands into her face. I knew that with she wasn't the typical mom, but she knew that she screwed up. Moms would do that, but over her son's wedding? Come on, Your Majesty.
"If I may be blunt, Your Majesty, you seriously offended him… and me."
"I'm sorry for saying that, it's just that… no, there was absolutely no excuse for what I said." Got that right. "Amy, what can I do? You know him better than anyone."
"Well, Your Majesty-."
"Aleena. Oh, sorry for interrupting."
"It's alright. As I was about to say, I know that Sonic will always be your baby boy, but he's 23 years old now, and you're still making him feel like he's, well, a little child. Okay, I'll give you that he's had a track record for acting younger than he should, but he's grown up so much! I hate to break it to you, but he's his own man now, and really doesn't like taking orders, especially since he left G.U.N.… twice. I know that you're trying to look out for what his best interests are, and that's great and very motherly of you, but Sonic's not hard-wired for being a royalist like you, and you know that. He's not the typical prince, he isn't one for royal traditions, and he certainly doesn't like to be cooped up in one place for an extended, if not unnecessary, amount of time."
"But I want everything perfect for you two."
"I know that, Aleena, but sorry to say, I believe that he feels like you're taking control of this wedding. It's not yours, Your Majesty. I understand that there's tradition and politics that go into something like this, but like I said before, Sonic's isn't a royally traditional guy. Frankly, if we had our way, we'd probably have a small and private wedding with just those closest to us, and be done with it. This is a wedding, not a political statement."
I ended my small rant and let her take my words in. By the look on her face, I had obviously gotten through to her. Now it was a case of what she was going to say next.
"I'm sorry for doing this."
"Aleena, I forgive you, but you have to loosen up a bit. Sonic hates it when someone's unyielding about something. As ironic as it is, you're the one who's being pushier and more annoying about Sonic getting married, not me.
"You need to forgive yourself and try to make amends with Sonic. You're his mother, so I don't think that it'll be hard to reconcile and find yourselves some common ground. Maybe we can work things out and find a compromise to this whole ordeal? Think about it." I started for the door.
"Where are you going, Amy?"
"I'm going to find my fiancé."
"But he ran off; how will you know where he is?"
"Aleena, I've been able to find Sonic even when trying to hide from me for almost twelve years now. Don't worry, I'll find him." With that, she smiled and nodded. I left the large castle and set out to find him.
***Sonic's POV***
Whenever I was back in town, I always came here when I needed to clear out my head or vent my frustrations. On my little cliff, I peeked down to see the hustle and bustle of Mobotropolis: the planet's capital city. On the other side of the bustling burgh rested my mother's large castle. The flags atop its many towers blew in the wind from the west, the sun was still setting, and the street lights from the city below were just beginning to light up. "Bright lights and the big city," as Cee Lo Green would've put it, didn't do the scene justice.
As I sat and overlooked the beautiful scenery, my mother's words kept replaying in head like a broken record. "You had better not fake anything on your wedding day!" She's always been there for me, whether it was helping me and my siblings out of some tough jams back in the day, to agreeing to preside over the ceremony, to planning the whole shebang.
But she knows that I would never fake anything with the big day now ten days away. So why did she call me out on my commitment to this? Heat of the moment? Possibly; we were arguing about some of the stupid procedures we had to do. That's another thing. I know that I'm a prince, but I certainly don't act like one. I wasn't like Sonia or mom; I was never one for societal and higher class gatherings with people I didn't know, and was not ready to get to know them at the reception. Mom, why do have to make this wedding your wedding? It's mine. This isn't what I want, so why are you forcing it down my throat? Do it at your own wedding if you do get re-hitched!
Hold on, Blue, this is Amy's wedding too. I want this wedding to be perfect for Amy just as much as much as you, mom. She deserves it and nothing less, but this is madness.
"Why is this wedding so much of a hassle?" I thought out loud. "Why can't it be just a simple wedding?"
"Because we're not exactly simple people." I turned around quickly to see who had answered me, and sure enough, it was Amy.
I chuckled. "How is it that you're always able to find me?"
"I planted a homing beacon into one of your molars years ago," she said. As I stood up to face her, she walked towards me and her hand on my cheek. "I'm kidding. I guess I just have a knack for finding you. Are you alright?"
"I wish that we could get this over with and be happy together. This is turning into a nightmare."
"I wouldn't say nightmare. I mean, we are getting married after all."
"Sorry. Maybe 'nightmare' was the wrong word." She nodded.
"Try 'hassle' or 'fiasco'."
"That ironically sounds much better." I brought her in for a warm hug and she returned it. I kissed her on her beautiful head and held her tighter. We stopped and we sat down, and I showed her the view.
"Wow. The city looks so beautiful. I can see why you came here."
"For years, whenever I was troubled, lost, or just need to clear my head, I came here… that is whenever I was in between adventures. You can see the mountains, the castle, the city, and the valley in the distance."
She slid her arms around me. "But you're still troubled, yes?"
"Yeah. I've been thinking, Ames. I feel like I've made this whole wedding all about me and what I want. I'm sorry if I've neglected you and what you want."
"You haven't done that, Sonic. This is your wedding too, y'know."
"And I'm sorry for running off like that. That was childish and selfish of me."
"You had a good reason to run. I'd have done the same thing too if I were in your shoes."
"But I still left you behind, and that's part of what's bothering me. That and my mother's wants, sorry, demands for the wedding."
"Listen, I talked to your mom about the whole thing, and she said that she was sorry for that statement earlier."
"Is that all?"
"No; I told her that this whole big and extravagant wedding isn't you. Sure, you like being a showoff with an egotistical attitude, but when it comes to personal matters, you don't like the big things. Am I right?" I nodded. "I also told her that this wedding needs to be a wedding and not a political statement."
"You know me so well. Thanks." I leaned into her and gave her a loving kiss, wrapping my arms around her gently. She kissed me back, not that I was surprised and gripped my neck more.
We stopped and she said, "I love you."
"I love you too, beautiful. Thanks for cheering me up."
"I try."
"Hey, the cocky attitude is my thing!"
"Maybe you're starting to rub off on me."
I chuckled again. We were about to kiss again, until my cell phone rang. I reached out in between my quills and saw that it was Mother Dearest calling me. I figured we'd have to make amends sooner or later.
"Hello?"
"Sonic, where are you? Amy went out looking for you."
"I know. She found me."
"Really?! Wow, she really does know to find you." Don't I know it! "Anyway, I need to talk to you about what we said to each other, son. I'm sorry for what I said."
"I know mom. I'm sorry too."
"So are you on your way?"
"We'll be there in a few minutes. See you then."
"Alright."
I hung up and looked back towards my girl. "We're needed back at the castle. So, would my princess like to be carried away into the castle?" Her eyes lit up and she smiled ear to ear. She hopped into my arms and I ran at comfortable pace to make sure that she would be alright as well as my child. Speaking of which…
"Ames, what were you saying about that doctor's appointment earlier?"
"What? Oh! Well, let's get to castle first."
"Why?"
"Let's just say I'd like to at a slower pace when I tell you." Okay… now what was she hiding? I didn't question her and soon enough, we stopped at the castle's doors and were let in. Mom was probably going to be up in her office, in fact, she was according to one of the security guards.
"Alright, we're at a slower pace. Now tell me what the results were."
"Fine…" She sounded more embarrassed than anything else. "I'll start by saying this: have you heard that if you were a born a twin you have a decent likelihood to bear twins yourself?"
"I've heard of something like that, yes." Then it hit me a ton of bricks. Two kids?! I turned to her with disbelief all over my face. "You mean…?" I asked scared as my hand pointed to her midsection.
"Yes and no. You're one of three triplets. So…" NO WAY. NO FREAKING WAY. I felt my gaze of surprise grow even larger.
"Th-Thr-Thr-Three?" She only nodded with an embarrassed smile. I didn't know we had already made it my mom's office. I barely heard a door open with my mom at the entrance. I only stared at my fiancée's stomach and tried to take in that I was not going to be a father to one or to two, but to three little hedgehogs. "Oh my."
"'Oh my' what, son?" I jumped a foot out of my skin, unaware of my mom's direct presence. "Sonic, you look like you've seen a ghost!"
"N-N-No! They d-don't exist!"
"Are you alright?"
"He's fine. He's just a bit surprised that he'll appropriately be the father of triplets." I felt my mother's eyes widen in shock too. She knew Amy was pregnant with my seed, but she was just as stunned as I was to hear that I'd be fathering triplets. "I only found out yesterday at the doctor's that we'll have three little ones at the same time."
"Wow." Mom, out of all the things to say, you only say, "Wow"? "I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!" That's more like it. "Come on in! We have to celebrate." Then I tuned back to reality.
"Celebrating can wait for just a minute, mom. You said we needed to talk."
"Oh, yes! How foolish of me!" Amy and I walked into her office, and I couldn't help but stare at my love's stomach again and again. Three. Holy crap! "Sonic? Are you listening?" Did I tune back out while mom was trying to talk to me? Wouldn't be the first time…
"Sorry, I'm still reeling from the news."
"Well, just make sure that you'll be the best father to them that can be." Why wouldn't I be?
"You don't need to tell me twice. Now what did you need to say to me?"
The same look of regret I saw earlier reared its head upon my mom's face. "I wanted to apologize for what I said, son. I shouldn't have called your commitment into question. It's not my wedding. It's yours, and I'm sorry if I've seemed like a tyrant about the whole thing. I just want it to be perfect."
"Mom, I want this wedding to be perfect too, for Amy's sake. I know that there are certain traditions and rules that go into this kind of wedding, but you didn't have to force it down everyone's throats… not without a chili dog to go down with it at the very least." The girls chuckled and rolled their eyes at my quip.
"I'm so sorry for making this into something you wouldn't want."
"Mom, don't say that. Amy and I want this to happen, but, well, not exactly to what you think it should be, right, Ames?"
"Right."
"Son? I can't tell you enough how wonderful of a girl you've chosen to spend the rest of your life with. When you were out, she and I had a discussion."
"I know. She told me everything, more or less."
"In that case, there's no need in repeating myself. I do have a suggestion though for both of you two. Well, actually, it's more of a proposal of sorts." And here I thought that a wedding would only have one proposal…
"What do you mean, mom?"
"A compromise." Amy and I looked at each other confused, and then to mother.
"What does this compromise entail?" Amy asked.
"Well, I know that you two aren't fond of all the things in the wedding, but I'm willing to let one or two traditions to get overlooked this one time."
"Such as?" I asked.
"Well, I know how you two would much rather spend the reception with those you know and trust, so here's my suggestion: we still have the royal wedding as scheduled for next Saturday afternoon. We'll still have all the world's leaders at the wedding, but when it comes to the reception afterwards, I'll let you two decide who can and cannot come into said reception along with the security guardsmen. I only ask that for the start of it when you two share your first dance that the press and media stay for the duration of the dance so that they can get their headlines, and then they would leave after it is finished. But only the people you two select can stay for it, like the groomsmen and bridesmaids, and whoever else you pick. There won't be any other people you don't know staying at the reception, save for the guards, and there won't be any "funny business" involving some guy trying to make a move on Amy, for your sake, Sonic." I looked at Amy. I thought that we could make this happen. But if mom was willing to give that up…
"Question. What would we have to give up making this work?"
"As I said earlier, the wedding will still be a royal one, so Amy will be crowned a princess and whatnot, and the rest of your friends would still attend, but I would ask that all of the world's leaders still attend. I only ask that you still do that much in turn for the reception." I looked back at Amy, who had a jolly smile on. She looked like she was on board.
"Well, would you like that, Ames?" She nodded. I turned back to Aleena. "Deal." I got up and stood in front of her. "And I'm sorry for arguing with you earlier." Mom brought me in for a very motherly and loving hug. It was the only kind of hug that a son should receive from her mom.
"I do have two things to ask of you, mom." She looked at oddly. Amy did too.
"What would that be, son?"
"Well, first off, I would need a new prince's outfit for the ceremony."
"What's wrong with the one you have now?"
"I haven't worn my royal outfit in almost fifteen years, mom," I said flatly.
"Ah. Right."
"I'd like the uniform to be in black, if possible. And secondly…" I grabbed the guest list and scrolled down the names until I found the one I was searching for. "This man on the list, Maximilian Joseph Titus, I don't want him here for the wedding."
She plucked the list from my hand. "And why wouldn't you want to have the President of the United Federation here? I asked that the guest list not be changed."
"Well, I have a bad history with Titus." Just saying his name made my skin crawl. It went double because I was the one to say it.
"How so?"
"When I left G.U.N. for the first time-."
"He kept calling Sonic all the time to come back," Amy interrupted. "When Sonic was asked again about three months ago to aid the U.F. Army, Sonic agreed, but under the stipulation that he stop harassing him about joining back up for this one time. When Sonic got back, our friends and I threw him a homecoming party at my house, and Titus came by uninvited, wanting Sonic to come back permanently."
"I refused, but he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. So I had to use my princely authority to forbid him from asking me to rejoin. Yeah, it got that bad where I had to use my royal authority to deal with something, and you already know how much I hate using it in the first place."
"The man's more obsessive about Sonic than I was, Aleena." I chuckled at her comment because I knew it was true, but more at the fact that Amy admitted her bad obsession.
"I'm just afraid he's going to drop by and bother me again. Simply put, I don't like the guy. Trust me, mom; the guy is a few doughnuts short of a baker's dozen. And if you think that we're lying, we aren't. Ask Shadow and Rouge. They'll back me up on this."
She stood there for a bit debating whether it was the truth that we said or not. If all else fails, I have proof to say that I wasn't making this up. I'll just show her my cell phone's call log.
"Well, alright. I'll take your word on this. And while we're talking about the U.F., what about the G.U.N. Commander?"
"The Commander's cool. It's just Max I don't want skulking around."
"Alright then. The invitations haven't been sent yet, so I'll make sure to tell the guys down in the mail room to not send one Max's way."
"Thanks, mom."
"Anytime. Now, don't you have a bachelor party to get to, son?"
"Yep. But that's not for another hour, but I still have to make myself decent. Come on, Amy, let's go." She nodded and got up as we headed for the door.
"Sonic, one last thing." I turned around to see my mother smiling. "Happy birthday, son."
"Thanks, mom."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
*Electric guitar plays the theme song and the audience applauds*
Good evening, everybody, and welcome to Whose Wedding Is It Anyway? On tonight's show, a hero with a fetish for cylindrical meats covered in a foreign substance, Sonic the Hedgehog! She's a drama queen and a regular one, Queen Aleena the Hedgehog! She can hammer an idea into someone's head better than any politician, Amy Rose! You thought Amy had it bad for Sonic, Max Titus! And I'm your host, SconnieSA; come on down, let's have some fun!
*walks down the stairs and sits down behind the desk as the theme song ends*
Welcome to Whose Wedding Is it Anyway? The chapter where Aleena starts taking too many liberties with the wedding (royal tradition or not), and Sonic and Amy are getting frustrated because of it. That's right, Sonic and Amy are getting just as frustrated as a Democrat would be with a Republican in the Oval Office.
Okay, American politics and parodies of hilarious TV shows aside (the Drew Carey version on Whose Line is the best, which is what the stuff above this sentence is based on), this chapter was actually never in my original plan for the story. I added it a few chapters into it. My original plan was to have the proposal and awkward pregnancy announcement happen and then cut to the wedding, but I realized that no wedding would be incomplete without some sort of drama thrown into it, from someone not getting married, no less. I just hope that there's no drama for me when I finally get hitched, but something tells me that it'll happen regardless of whether I want it to or not.
Oh yeah, then there's that fact that Sonic's gonna be a father of 3, count 'em 1, 2, 3 kids. Oof. Not only is he gonna be a young father at 23 years old, but he's gonna have 3 of them. I'd hate to be him for the next few years!
Now just you wait. Because I just made that remark about Sonic being a dad of triplets, now I'll probably be a father of triplets.
But seriously, if my first time trying to have kids does turn into triplets, I'll never update my and DeviantArt pages again.
So as I said in the updated versions of my stories ( and DeviantArt), chapters 11and 12 will be up on 8/10 and 8/16 respectively. Chapter 12's ending will mark the end of Part I. When I update again, you'll read the longest chapter of the story to date: THE WEDDING! *throws a handful of streamers* Ten chapters down, fourteen to go…
As always, all the characters (save for Max Titus and Hector "Hex" Wilson) are the property of SEGA.
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