Sword: Moar babies! Moar pwecious babies!

Pen: Stop mushing my face.

Writing these, we realized so far that we haven't done any stories about Sonic and Amy. Today, we remedy that. As always, Sonic and all related material belongs to Sega. The story, the babies, Sword, and Pen belong to me. Please do not use without permission. Thank you to MissMJS, firewaterwarriorKats, Knightofthewind, and Fiera the Proud for their reviews on the last story. And now, please enjoy.

The Apple Doesn't Run Far from the Tree

"Sonic! I'm heading out!" Amy called from the front door. He craned his neck over the sofa. Ever since giving birth to their second child, Amy had found every excuse to slip back into her daytime dresses. Not that Sonic minded, as he had the pleasure of admiring her attractive body and curves that the form-hugging dresses showed off.

Unfortunately, Amy liked to show off with friends too. Which meant another trip out with Rouge and Cream, denying him from staring too long while she had her back turned to him.

"I'll be back later," she said, tugging down on her red dress.

"Uh-huh," Sonic said, not even paying attention to Florian banging on his knees.

"There's some fresh bottles in the kitchen for Breeze."

"Mm-hm."

She grabbed her purse and fluffed up her quills, letting them cascade down her bare shoulders. Then his mind started to imagine more things bare. "And make sure Florian takes his nap. He's been getting up and running around this past week."

"Got it."

"And no spinning in the house. Last time, Florian almost destroyed the living room."

He was already lost in his fantasy and misread her walk over as sashaying her hips, and her annoyed smirk as a coquettish smile. "And be sure to let the kids play with knives in the garbage disposal."

"Whatever you say."

"Sonic!"

He snapped out of his daze and blinked, focusing on her. She leaned over her sofa, face to face so he could feel her breath. "Please don't teach Florian your spinball. Not at when he's so young. He could hurt himself."

Their toddler slapped his father's knees and Sonic bounced him a little, earning a small laugh as Florian held on tight. He disagreed, as Sonic himself had been running around carefree since Florian's age. Then again, he looked over at the plaster smeared over a small spot in the wall where Florian had crashed into it. After destroying their previous television, ripping through sofa cushions, and sawing the leg off a chair now propped up by a book. Maybe somewhere with more space would be better.

"Promise me?" Amy asked.

He smiled. "Sure thing. No spinball in the house. I promise."

She leaned in closer for a goodbye kiss. It was surprisingly passionate and she nearly fell over the seat until Sonic steadied her. As they broke apart, she gave him a suggestive look that there would be more where that came from tonight.

When Amy left, he checked the time. The marathon of mindless children's shows he had been subjected to were almost mercifully over. He reached over and rocked a small, sleeping hedgehog in her carrying cradle, her face buried in the cushioned interior. He turned the volume down as another ear-grating song on the show started.

If I ever find the guy who started the idea of puppets for kids, I'll throw him to the moon, he thought, hoping Breeze wouldn't wake up. This had been the first day in a long time since Amy gave birth that Breeze had slept soundly for most of the morning. It had been, dare he say, peaceful.

Lunch rolled around after the show and he toted Breeze to the kitchen, Florian right on his heels. He fixed lunch for the three of them: a bottle for Breeze, some lumpy vegetable-flavored cereal for Florian—"toddler-loved, parent-approved" Sonic read the package. "Right."— and frozen chili dogs for himself.

"Now where are the spoons?" he asked, opening drawers. "I saw them here—Oh." Florian bopped his ankles, holding up the plastic spoons he was looking for. "Thanks, little guy."

Florian was quite the busy helper, having picked up cues from Amy when she baked. Whenever Sonic searched for a pan or a utensil and couldn't find it, Florian either appeared with it or pointed at the correct cupboard. "You might make a good chef," Sonic said, chuckling as he scooped out their food onto separate plates.

When he sat down to eat, both kids were staring at him, watching him take his first bite. A little odd, but he decided to have some fun with Florian, who stared suspiciously at the chili. "Want a bite?" he asked. He grabbed a spoon, scooping a little spicy chili on the edge, and held it out to him.

As soon as Florian could smell the food, he sucked his lips in and whined, batting the spoon away. "Mm-mm!" he said.

Sonic raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"No!"

He smirked. "What son of mine could hate chili dogs? They're delicious."

Breeze cooed, sucking on her bottle and entranced by the exchange with her great big eyes. A wicked idea crossed Sonic's mind. Why not? he reasoned, dumping the chili off the spoon and getting the tiniest bit on the end. What's Tails always saying? 'Experiments are the foundation of all scientific knowledge and research'? That's what this is. Scientific research for parenting knowledge.

He lowered the bottle from Breeze's mouth and the purple hedgehog opened wide, expecting the chili. He wiped the tiny morsel onto her tongue and she gummed it, dribbling a bit of sauce down her chin. For a moment, he feared it was too hot for her. Her tongue drooped out and she panted, her cheeks turning a little red. Sonic grabbed the bottle and tilted it up, letting her gulp it down.

"Whew, close one," he said and dug into his chili dogs. However, he stopped when Breeze set the bottle down and opened her mouth again. He couldn't believe it. She wanted more?

Carefully, he picked up another bit of chili and held it out to her. "You sure?" he asked. He looked at Florian, who intently focused on his sister. He fed her the chili and they huddled at table level, alert for any change.

After she swallowed it, a few moments passed before Breeze took to sucking her milk. Sonic shook his head and ate his food. "Always full of surprises," he muttered, looking between the two of them.

When they finished, he dumped the plates in the sink, washing off the food. His gaze drifted out the window to the backyard. The spacious backyard with a high fence and a couple of tall trees.

He had promised Amy no more spinballs in the house. He hadn't necessarily promised her no more spinballs period. Again, scientific research.

In a minute, he had both of them outside. He tucked Breeze into her carrier with a snug blanket and a stuffed animal to play with, then rounded on Florian. The little hedgehog was tramping through the garden, one of Amy's hos in his hand. Anymore gardening with her and he would be just like his mother.

Sonic crouched beside Florian. The toddler dug a hole in the dirt, sprinkling pebbles into the hole, not quite grasping how planting worked.. "Want to try spinning like the other day?"

His son frowned and wrung the ends of his shirt. "No spin," he said. "Mama, no spin."

"But Mama's not here right now." He lifted Florian onto his shoulders. "And I promise this won't be like last time." He winced, reliving a flash of his heart stopping when Florian had gone through the television and sparks had burst out from the center, nearly frying him. "You're perfectly safe out here."

Florian wasn't convinced and whined once Sonic set him down. "Okay, okay. How about I show you how, huh?" Sonic stepped forward, putting several feet between himself and the kids, then kneeled down. "You got to have good posture or you'll hurt yourself. Get down like a runner. Then tuck yourself into a ball." He bent his knees and head into his chest. "And spin as fast as you can. Like you're somersaulting over and over in one place."

His body shot forward in a whirring ball and he jumped for the tree, bouncing off it and to another tree on the opposite end of the yard. Sonic unfurled his body, latched onto a branch, and swung himself into a sitting position, overlooking the backyard. "How's that?" he said with a laugh.

Unfortunately, Florian hadn't been watching. He was engrossed with several bugs on the ground and scurried through the grass, easily catching them. He brought a few back to Breeze, showing them off to her.

Sonic sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. He leapt down from the branch. Florian ran up to him with a handful of beetles and ants. "Ants!" he said.

"Er, yes, some are," Sonic said. A couple of them had suspicious markings that Sonic didn't trust. "Let's set those down for now, okay?" He brushed off Florian's hands and looked him in the eye. "So, want to try doing a spinball?"

Again, Florian seemed unsure of himself. "Hey, I'll be right beside you," Sonic said. "We can do it together, okay?"

The toddler hummed thoughtfully. Although his face screamed, "No," he said, "Y-Yes."

"Great," Sonic said. That was his boy, standing up to his fear. He set him into position, facing the tree. "Okay, now we're going to go together on three, got it?" He nodded and Sonic got into position. "Bounce off the tree and come back. Now, down like a runner."

Florian had some trouble bending over his belly of leftover baby fat and tumbled head over heels a few times. Sonic helped him bend correctly, adjusting his tiny arms and legs. "Okay, hold still. Now, tuck yourself in." Sonic looked over and Florian was still at an angle, his joints locked into place. He reminded himself he wasn't amazing at this when he first began and pushed Florian's body into itself, compacting him into a small purple ball.

About as big as a softball, he thought. Could probably fit into my hand. "Finally, start spinning in place."

To his surprise, Florian actually spun in place perfectly.

For a few seconds.

Then, to Sonic's horror, his son shot forward right for the trunk of the tree. Sonic reacted quickly, dashing out into his son's path to intercept. However, Florian bounced up, copying Sonic. He didn't aim for the tree, but went for the fence, heading over it and for the open street.

Sonic jumped onto the edge of the fence, balancing precariously, leapt into the air, and caught the purple spinning ball in his chest. Immediately, his chest burned like thousands of tiny razors were cutting into his skin and hands. He landed flat on his back, protecting Florian from the fall, holding his spinning body close to him and feeling his body tear worse. "Stop! Florian, stop!"

His son slowed and came to a stop, curling into Sonic's chest and gripping his fur. Sonic checked Florian for any injuries, found none, thanked his lucky stars for that, then assessed himself. The cuts weren't too deep, but enough that any movement caused them to sting and pierce his muscles. Trickles of blood seeped out and stained his front.

"Florian," he groaned, shifting his weight and sitting up, gingerly taking care to keep his torso completely still. "When I say stop, you need to stop. You could've been hurt or…" His voice faded when he noticed tears pricking Florian's eyes. The little hedgehog whimpered and shivered against him, scared senseless by the experience. Sonic forgot about the cuts and wrapped his arms around Florian, holding him close and shushing him. "It's okay, now. You're safe. I'm right here."

It took a few minutes for Florian to calm down. In the meantime, Sonic gazed at the tree that Florian had missed. He had only wanted Florian to be able to defend himself if he needed to. That was all. "Guess your mom was right," he said. "You are too young."

He paused a moment. "Or not like me at all."

After all, besides his looks, Florian took after Amy exclusively, already showing interest in cooking, gardening, nature. Next thing he knew, the little guy would be pulling an oversized hammer out of thin air. And while it was a little too early to tell, Breeze would likely head the same way.

He simply had wanted to pass on one thing to them. At least the ability to defend themselves, because it was inevitable that any children of his would be natural magnets for trouble. Even if they lived peaceful lives, far away from all of Sonic's enemies, people like Robotnik tended to find Sonic and everyone close to him at the wrong place at the wrong time. Florian and Breeze needed to use their innate speeds to their advantage. Couldn't he at least give them this one thing?

Florian had settled down and reached for his father's nose, feeling it and playing with it. Sonic smiled and held up a finger, letting him wrap his tiny digits around it. He had at least passed on his speed. They shared that with their dad. And Florian had his bravery. Or maybe his mother's bravery and his dad's penchant for stupid stunts, he heard Amy in his head. Still, that was enough, right?

And who knew? Maybe when they were older, one of them would want to be an athlete. But if they had their mother's interests, well, that was fine by him too. Sonic set Florian down into the grass and immediately, the toddler captured a handful of ladybugs and dumped them into Sonic's lap, including handfuls of dirt and grass.

Chuckling, Sonic tousled his son's head. "Whatever makes you happy, little guy. You do it. I'm behind you." Florian didn't seem to fully understand the meaning behind the words, but he beamed all the same.

Sonic turned to the baby carrier. "That goes for you too," the carrier was empty, "Breeze?" He looked up and a tiny purple ball bounced off the tree nearby.

"Beez!" Florian pointed at his sister. Sonic was up and running after her as she sailed for the other tree, looping around a branch, and suddenly unfurled, dropping fast to the ground. Sonic dove, catching her and holding her up while face planting into the grass.

He spat out a dirt clod and looked up. Breeze clapped her hands and sucked on her fingers, gazing at him, then both of them turned to the tree in wonder.

"Breeze? Honey?" he asked, standing up and checking her. She was perfectly fine. In fact, better than fine. She was completely at ease and yawned as if her feat was no big deal. Another trick that she could perform effortlessly after having seen it once.

And at a younger age than when he started.

Sonic laughed, short and quiet at first, then loud and bursting out. He lifted her triumphantly, whooping and hollering. "You did it! You did it!" He nuzzled his nose into hers, tickling her and then snatched up Florian for the celebration. He pranced around the yard like a fool, not caring who saw.

He had passed on something to each of them, one way or another, and that was all he could ask for. Maybe one day, Florian could pick up on it. But for now, he was proud to have kids who shared both his and Amy's traits.

A/N: So this was inspired by a conversation with Little-Hellion-Fever on DeviantArt about Sonic and Amy's daughter. That ended up giving us this idea.

Sword: And you can never have enough baby stories!

Pen: Oh, yes, you can. Like the stories you two idiots write.

Sword: How dare you! En garde, you goo-goo ga-ga!

Pen: That makes no sense at all.