Chapter 6

A few days past and only my newborn son was able to come home but I asked that he remained here with his twin sister and Amy.

I named him last night. I decided to call him Flash. The name came to me when we had a thunderstorm and he seemed to twitch every time a flash of lightning lit up the room.

Nothing much has really happened. I called Tails and informed him of what happened and I asked him to tell everyone else.

It was on Amy's fourth day in hospital that I had one of the biggest frights of my life.

I was sitting on a seat next to Amy, holding her hand and I was gazing at her when her life support machine made odd noises. I was sure this wasn't normal. I pressed the red emergency button hanging by a lead from Amy's bed and within seconds and nurse came in.

"Her heart's stopping," she announced with a look of worry on her face and she quickly dashed out the room.

"NO!" I shouted. She can't die; I don't want her to die. Tears flew from my eyes as I found myself breathing heavily, my heart beating abnormally fast. A few nurses arrived with what looked like a shocker machine.

I stood back, sick with fear as one of the nurses grabbed what looked like two irons attached by a twisted wire and she placed them on Amy's chest.

"Okay everyone stand back!" she called, and some of the nurses backed a bit. She was going to give Amy a shock.

"Clear!" she called and Amy's body shook, but nothing seemed to have happened. I was scared.

"Again… clear!" she called again and she shook Amy again. This time the machine returned to its normal beeping.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and then a wide grin spread across my face as Amy's eyes slowly opened.

"Amy!" I called eagerly and ran to her side. All the nurses left with the equipment.

"Sonic" she whispered, "Thank you."

One of the nurses returned after that, "Right, it now seems that you'll make a full recovery in the next couple of days. You'll just feel tired for a bit."

The sound of crying came from Flash's cot. I quickly ran up to him and picked him up. Amy slowly sat up.

"Here's our first son Amy," I said proudly as I handed him to Amy. She held Flash in her arms and she grinned, tears flowing from her eyes.

"I called him Flash," I informed her. Amy said nothing, still gazing at her first child.

"Nice name," she muttered, "What about Daisy?"

"Daisy?"

"Yeah I said ages ago if I ever had a girl I'd call her Daisy," she replied.

"Er… see… Amy… she sort of… has a… fifty percent chance of survival," I stammered. Amy burst in to tears.

"No…she can't!" she sobbed.

Suddenly Daisy's life support machine flat lined, leaving a long beep sounding around the room.

"NO!" we both shouted, terrified. This was it. She was dead. Our little girl was dead.

A nurse came in and rushed abruptly passed me and stood beside the incubator. She pushed into Daisy's chest a few times and appeared to be breathing into her mouth. Me and Amy both just stared, worried.

Daisy suddenly let out a loud cough and then began to cry, "She alright, she's gonna live," the nurse announced.

Me and Amy threw our arms round each other, both laughing with relieved happiness. Tears flowing everywhere.

It was going to be fine. I, Amy and our kids were going to live happily ever after.

"Just like in fairytales…" Amy remarked. The nurse left. I felt thoroughly relieved.

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Two days later Amy had made a full recovery, the doctors wanted Daisy to stay in for one more day to be on the safe side. We took Flash home where Tails, Knuckles, Rouge and Shadow had decorated it into a nursery, complete with a blue cot and a pink one.

"Thanks guys," Amy said when we arrived. They had been waiting for us outside.

"He's so cute," Tails remarked.

"He sure is," I replied. He looked just like me when I was his age, except he had Amy's eyes and her bangs.

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Three days later Daisy was allowed to come home, she looked exactly like Flash, only pink.

"We are gonna be one big happy family," Amy sighed, tucking Daisy into bed.

"I sure hope so," I replied, feeling excited at the thought of me and Amy having our own family for the rest of our lives.

"Night," she said to our babies and she turned off the light, shut the door and we both walk down stairs, her arm round mine.

For the rest of that night Amy snuggled up to me as we watched a film.

"Thank you Sonic, for making me so happy," Amy remarked and she drifted off to sleep in my lap.

THE END

A/N

The end of the sequel, next up, a parody of the Sonic fandom.