Engaged to my childhood enemy - A sonamy story

Chapter Two: The First Morning

The sun barely peeked through the curtains as Sonic and Amy woke at the same time. Their eyes fluttered open, realizing, almost in horror, how close they'd ended up during the night. Though they'd both started on opposite sides of the bed, at some point they had shifted toward each other. Sonic's arm had somehow draped across Amy's waist, pulling her closer.

As the realization hit, Sonic quickly jerked his hand back as if he'd touched hot water. "Gross," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with sleep and annoyance.

"Perv," Amy shot back, just as disgusted, scrambling out of bed as fast as she could, her face flushed with embarrassment and irritation.

Sonic scoffed, pulling himself out of bed, running a hand through his messy quills. "Please... you're the last person on this earth I'd ever think of like that."

Amy glared, her fists clenched as she headed toward the bathroom. "Bastard," she muttered, rolling her eyes at him. Just as she was about to open the bathroom door, Sonic strode over and slammed it shut with a heavy hand.

Towering over her, Sonic looked down, his voice low and husky from sleep. "Last time I checked, this is my house and my bathroom, Mrs. Hedgehog," he said, that last part dripping with sarcasm. His quills were still messy, adding a rugged edge to his already sharp features.

Amy instinctively looked away, focusing on her anger rather than the unfamiliar feeling tightening in her chest at their proximity. "Move," she hissed, trying to push past him.

Sonic caught her wrist with ease, his grip firm but not painful. "Listen here," he growled, his voice steady. "You're the prolonged guest in this arrangement. Got it?" He pulled her closer for a brief moment before stepping aside, opening the bathroom door for himself.

"Guest bathroom's down the corridor," he added with a smirk as he shut the door behind him, leaving Amy standing there fuming.

"Good. I don't want to share a bathroom with the likes of you anyway," she snapped, storming down the hall to the guest bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

The morning continued in an uncomfortable silence. Amy returned to their bedroom briefly to grab her clothes, pointedly ignoring Sonic, who barely acknowledged her presence. They ate breakfast at opposite ends of the long dining table, the silence only broken by the soft clinks of cutlery as the maids served them.

Sonic didn't say a word when he left the house for work, the soft click of the front door shutting behind him leaving an almost palpable tension in the air. Amy watched him leave, her eyes trailing after him for a moment longer than she'd like to admit. His suit was tailored to perfection, his shoulders broad, his walk confident. She scoffed, snapping out of her momentary distraction as one of the maids, Marianne, cleared away the breakfast dishes.

"Miss Rose," Marianne said, giving Amy a kind smile, "how about we call one of your friends over to keep you company? Perhaps Miss Rouge?"

Amy softened at the suggestion. Marianne had been her maid for years, more of a motherly figure and confidante than anything else. "Yeah, that sounds nice, actually. Thanks, Mari."

With no pressing work at her father's company today, Amy had a rare bit of free time. She was gearing up to take on a major role as head of marketing at Rose Enterprises, a position her father had been grooming her for. Her brother would eventually take over as CEO, but Amy was set to be one of the key players in the family business. Although she didn't need to work, she liked being involved. But if she had her way, her true passion would lie elsewhere—one day, she dreamed of opening her own bakery.

Checking the time, she realized Rouge would be arriving in about an hour. That gave her just enough time to whip up a batch of cupcakes. Red velvet, she decided, her favorite.

As Amy made her way into the kitchen, she couldn't help but admire its sleek design. Sonic's house, as much as she hated to admit it, was beautiful. The kitchen had a huge black island, state-of-the-art appliances, and an incredibly well-organized pantry. She hadn't expected to find such an abundance of baking supplies, but as she stepped into the pantry, her eyebrow raised in surprise.

"Chaos... it's like a bakery in here," she muttered to herself. She quickly gathered everything she needed, setting up on the island. Something felt off though—she didn't exactly picture Sonic as the type to bake.

"Hey, Mari," Amy called out, pausing her work for a moment. "Have you seen all these baking supplies in the pantry?"

Marianne chuckled softly. "Oh yes, Miss. One of the other maids said he had all that ordered recently."

Amy paused, her spoon hovering over the bowl. Ordered recently? Had Sonic gotten all of this for her? The thought felt absurd, but for a split second, she considered it. No way, she quickly dismissed. He probably just wanted someone to bake for him, and since Marianne had followed her into the household, he likely assumed she'd do it. Lazy jerk, Amy thought, shaking her head as she went back to work.

About 45 minutes later, her cupcakes sat on the island, perfectly iced with cream cheese frosting. As she admired her work, she heard a knock at the door.

Amy swung it open to find Rouge standing there with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Mrs. Hedgehog," Rouge teased with a wink.

"Not funny," Amy grumbled, pulling her into a hug.

Rouge laughed. "Come on, tell me everything. How's married life with your childhood nemesis?"

Amy rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You have no idea."

As they made their way into the kitchen, Amy poured them both some tea. She was ready to vent, and Rouge was more than ready to listen.