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Well! Looks like you guys all enjoyed the last chapter as much as I did. Thanks so much, once again, for the reviews guys! I love them so much. Anywho, onwards, march!

Chapter thirteen

Managing

She hated days like these.

It was overwhelming more often than not, she realized sadly. She liked to believe that her family was always obedient and polite and perfect. But, on days like these, she could hardly even remember that the sun was shining. It was on days like these that Kyler sulked in her corner, Violet wouldn't stop talking, Dash and Flash broke things from their running through the house, Rose had temper problems, Nick didn't help, Samantha kept crying for a bottle…

And of course, Sonic was no where in sight.

She knew she was about to snap. And she hated snapping at her kids. Ever since she learned that yelling at Cream hurt her friend, so many years back, she had promised herself that she would try not to yell at her kids. Of course, the promise was broken a few times. How could she keep herself from not screaming at Dash to stop running through the house all the time?

Kyler and Sonic were the only ones in the family that could tell when Amy had just about reached her limit. But Kyler wasn't noticing today, and Sonic had another two hours of work.

So she was alone.

"Hey, Mom, guess what?" five year old Violet chatted, following after her mother where ever she went. Amy forced herself to keep calm. After all, Violet was a natural chatter box. She only wanted to talk, and who was she to deprive her daughter of talking when Kyler wasn't in the mood to listen? But still, her smile towards her daughter didn't reach her eyes, her eyes that were so tired…

"Mommy!" Nick suddenly screeched, and Amy cringed. "Sam-e won't sto' cryin'!" Amy sighed, and put down the plate she was washing.

"Violet, can you please go get your sister?" Amy asked wearily, as she dried her moist hands on a towel. Violet blinked, confused.

"But, Mom," she started, "ya told me not to pick her up without you or Daddy." Amy felt like crying. She had told her that.

"Oh, right." Amy's gentle reply was forced. "Alright then. Um, I'll be right back, okay, honey?"

"I'll go with you!" Violet persisted, grinning. Amy inwardly groaned as she made her way towards Samantha's room.

"No, that's alright, honey," she replied. "Why don't you try and get Kyler out of her mood? You're really good at it." Violet frowned.

"But, I was in the middle of a story with you, Mommy."

"Yes, you were," Amy answered, remembering slightly the story about Kitty catching a dragonfly. "But I might be a minute. Why don't you tell me in a little bit?"

"Mommy!" This time it was Dash screaming. "Mom, she won't quit! The runt keeps crying!"

"Dash, how many times have I told you not to call Samantha 'the runt'?" Amy called back through gritted teeth. She ignored Violet, who hadn't left, much to the pink hedgehog's dismay, and headed into the baby's room, where Samantha lay in her crib, crying her heart out.

"Honey…" Amy sighed as she picked up her three month old daughter, jiggling her in her arms, trying to calm herself and the baby down. Often, it would work, and Samantha would stop crying, and would smile up at her mother, whose heart would immediately melt and turn from impatience to love in an instant. But Samantha wasn't in the mood to corporate. None of the children were.

"Violet," a voice at the doorway suddenly ordered, "go to your sister, alright? Mommy needs some time alone."

"But-"

"She's tired, honey. Please go."

And just like that, Violet shuffled out of the room, leaving Amy alone with the baby, and Sonic. Blinking, Amy stared up at her husband, confused.

"You're home early," she stated, aware of Samantha's cries for attention getting louder. Sonic stepped closer and took the baby out of Amy's arms, and Amy hardly noticed as the blue hedgehog headed towards the changing station.

"Tails let me off early," he replied nonchalantly. "It was a slow day. Decided I'd pop in 'fore going on a run." Amy nodded slowly, understanding. "I can take the boys off your hands, if they're not grounded, that is." The blue hedgehog turned to his wife, smirking gently as he jiggled Samantha with her fresh diaper.

"I was too tired to ground them," Amy answered truthfully, smiling sheepishly. Sonic chuckled and put Samantha back in her crib momentarily as he walked over to his wife and took her hands in his, rubbing the back of them with his thumb gently. Amy sighed, feeling calmer than she had felt all day, and allowed herself to be pulled into a hug from Sonic.

"I don't know how you manage it," Sonic whispered into her ear lovingly. "Seven kids plus a cocky husband is already a handful. And two of those kids are way too wild for their own good." He pulled back slightly, smirking into her relaxed gaze.

"They get it from you, you know," Amy murmured. "Thanks for passing it on." Sonic chuckled again and kissed her quickly before pulling back, his hand still lingering with hers.

"What? I thought you'd appreciate having two more me's," he teased, his eyes dancing. Lifting up Amy's hand, he kissed it, his eyes on his wife as he again pulled away. "I'll go take the two on a run. Can't really get rid of the others though, but I'll try an' tell them to give you some space." He winked at her and turned towards the door. "Love ya." And he walked out of the room, forcing himself unknown to Amy to be a good example and to not run out of the room.

Amy smiled and sighed happily, shaking her head from side to side in disbelief. It was days like these that she loved Sonic the most. And, when she realized she loved her family the most too. After all, what would her life be like without any of them?

He was such a good father and husband, she noted, as she turned back to Samantha, who was gurgling happily in her crib by now, not crying. And sometimes, she thought with a smile, she didn't know how he managed it.

So I know it's kind of weird to read about Amy wanting her kids to disappear. But hey, imagine being a parent for a minute. Wouldn't you get tired of having kids at your heels every second? I find it bad enough just listening to a five year old go on and on about something they did in their day. I mean, it's cute, but it can get old…

Anyway, so thank you all for reading this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you guys all still love the fan-kids. They can't always be perfect, you know. But anyway, I have a poll for this story up on my profile, asking which two characters I should write about together next for this story. I'd really appreciate it if you'd go vote! Thanks again for reading!

~Ksonic~