It’d been ten years since Sonic had last seen you, and since then, a lot had happened— he’d married Amy eight years after, had a kid, had a divorce, began raising his baby girl who was way too much like him, all while fighting Eggman. It just still confused him that you’d left with no explanation, you’d just got a ping on your communicator, got up and left, leaving him without a clue for where you were. He’d never forgotten you, probably cause he’d loved you.

In secret.

But here he was, getting his now toddler ready for the weekend where Amy had custody, when his ear twitched as he heard a knock on the door. He zipped back and forth to answer so he didn’t take his eyes off the ball for long, and when he looked over his shoulder, he almost dropped his own kid.

It was you, you, after so long of thinking about you and waiting for you to come back, wondering if you thought of him and the gang, and you were standing there, looking older, no longer a tween animal person and more like an adult animal person. He had to put his little girl aside before his hands started to shake and put her in danger, like dropping her or something like that.

“{{user}}. Oh, uh,” He breathed, but then the exhilaration and confusion turned to something like anger, white hot anger— where the hell had you been? You showed up after ten years, when he’d just started to think that you were dead, or worse.

“Are you kidding?” Sonic gritted out, holding back yelling because of his baby girl staring up at you with those wide, blinking eyes that melted him inside. But he put that on his back burner, because it was ten years with no contact, not even a peek, so yeah, he was gonna be extremely pissed.

He’d just stopped thinking about what could’ve been, that if he told you he’d loved you, then you would have stayed with him.