List: ZehHyperactiveAuthor, Shizuku Tsukishima749, Zeldaskeeper, Koollolly, IHeartSonAmy, and Leah 'L's' the hedgehog!
Let's all thank GodsSonicGirl for this chapter! I wouldn't have thought of this idea without her help, and I absolutely love this idea…Any of you are welcome to give me ideas as well. I don't have a whole lot of plans myself, and I'd like this story to reach...hmm, a lot of chapters, lol. So anyone's help would be appreciated! Anyhow, thanks for the reviews, everyone, and onwards, march!
Chapter five
Black Flower, White Flowers
It began awful.
The two hated one another. When the red hedgehog wasn't intimidated by the world's hero, the blue hedgehog was intimidated by the world's most unlikely father. And it had all gone downhill from there. Life seemed like a wilting black rose, until one faithful day. And then, suddenly, the two were back to square one, not negative fifty.
From there, things went uphill. Neither would ever be able to say when things started changing. One minute they were enemies, the next neutral, and then like father and son.
And as the red hedgehog held his youngest grandchild, the blue hedgehog didn't feel any threat towards the old man.
"She sure is a beauty, Sonic," the red one whispered, staring down at infant Samantha. Sonic smiled proudly, rubbing his nose with enthusiasm, a trait Amy adored too much for him to lose.
"She looks like her mom, doesn't she?" Sonic smirked, and he walked over to his daughter and father-in-law. "See, look at her nose. It's just like Ames'. And her eyes…gorgeous. A boy's bound to get lost in 'em the moment she steps into preschool." The older man laughed softly.
"You're right about that," he agreed, jiggling the baby awake as he set her in Sonic's arms again. Turning away from the two hedgehogs, the older hedgehog looked out the window, a weary smile on his face. Sonic smiled curiously at Howard.
"What did you fall for first?" Howard questioned, and for some reason, Sonic knew exactly what the red hedgehog was asking. What made Sonic fall for his wife in the first place?
"Her eyes," he admitted, going a little red. "Naturally, I'd notice my daughter's if they look the same, huh?" Howard nodded slowly.
"The eyes are always the windows to a soul," he murmured. "That's what I fell for in Barbara too. I saw a spark in them; life, peace, and joy that wasn't in my family as a child." The blue hedgehog smiled kindly.
"Ya think it's always the eyes?" he mused softly, hoping not to disturb Samantha, who had fallen back to sleep.
"Na," Howard answered, turning back to the younger blue hedgehog. "Not everyone has great eyes like our wives do."
"We certainly got lucky, then," Sonic quipped, clutching his newborn child closer to himself as he looked down at her small face, love dancing in his emerald green eyes.
"You know," Howard suddenly started, and he looked back outside, where he vaguely watched his older grandchildren playing outside with his two daughters and wife. "I'm glad she didn't listen to me. And I'm glad you didn't either." A silence filled the room, Sonic a bit taken aback to say anything at first. But then the blue hedgehog smiled, hiding his smile by looking back down at Samantha.
"I'm just glad things turned out even better."
"Better?" Howard asked, confused, and Sonic held back a chuckle. The man was older than him, sure, but sometimes he acted so much younger and naïve.
"Hey, you and Barbara learned a bunch about each other, right?" the blue hedgehog questioned. "And you stayed with each other. You're still goin' strong. And me and Ames…we learned too. About a lot of things." This time it was Howard's turn to smile. "But ya know?" Howard blinked, looking back up at Sonic who smirked playfully, a smirk that Howard had once loathed, but now enjoyed seeing in his, Amy's, or even in grandchildren's direction. "I'm glad we're best buds now."
Smiling at each other, the red hedgehog could tell; anything that had been left unsaid, had just been said. And in a conversation less than five minutes long.
"Me too," Howard replied, as he turned to Rose, his second youngest granddaughter who had just entered the room, and she handed him a flower from outside. He crouched down to her level, and took the white daisy from her hand, grinning at her own sheepish grin. It was as if the flower represented a complete new start. What with Samantha, only a few days old, and a burden-free father/son relationship with a cocky blue hedgehog. "Me too."
Oooh yeah! That was fun! Thanks again for the idea, GodsSonicGirl! Hope I justified your idea to your liking. I have to say, it took me longer than I expected to figure out what to do with this drabble, but I'm so glad I got it figured out. Thanks for readin', peepz! Next drabble comin' soon!
~Ksonic~