Umbrellas

Chapter 27: Blast off at the Speed of Light

2/16/2012 Deathy: 11:15am! Now in us history with my way past cool teacher. We are in what I pray is the last chapter. Will it be long? Who knows? The last chapter was 5 pages long written, amazingly, it was 4 pages typed due to edits. So onward with chapter 27. Such a long fanfiction… Thank you Angelbaby97 for adding this to your fav story list! Thank you CharlieTheHedgehog14 for adding this to your fav story list!

Diclaimer: Remember – Geoffrey St John singing 'World Is Mine'

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Miles woke up slowly and moaned. His muscles were sore and his body ached. He sat up slowly as it hurt to move. The room looked familiar, yet very different. The walls were painted a pale, pastel, baby blue. His nightstand was repaired and beside his bed. The sheets and covers were new though.

This was his room. When did he get home? He looked at the new clock on the night stand. It was in the shape of a wrench. Beside the clock was a glass of water and a bowl of stew. A small sticky note was on the glass. He reached over and carefully pulled the note off.

"Dear Miles," It read in very messy handwriting. "I went to the store to buy you some juice. Amy told me that it helps. Tails said you came down with a bad fever or heat exhaustion. I can't recall, but either way you had a really high temperature. I'll be back soon.

-Rosy Rascal."

Miles made a note to help Rosy improve her penmanship. "P.S." It read on, "If Patch shows up, just throw Legos at him. He tends to leave after a minute." Miles burst out in laughter. Rosy was a card.

"This probably needs to be heated up." He addressed the stew as he took a sip of water. "And I need some aspirin." The yellow fox went downstairs. There was a mountain of Legos on the couch. He gawked at it a moment before going to get a pain killer. Once he took the medicine, he placed the bowl in the microwave and clicked start. He then stood in front of the pile of Legos. "Do I want to know?" He mumbled as he picked up a Lego piece. He shrugged as he began to build something out of them.

Rosy the Rascal came in just in time to see Miles finish a very complex engine of sorts. The yellow fox was so focused on his invention he didn't even notice her. The pink hedgehog placed the food in the fridge and sat down by the two tailed fox.

"What are you doing, Miles?" She asked curiously.

Miles jumped a bit. "Oh, hey Rosy." He greeted. "When did you get in?"

"A few minutes ago." She giggled. "What are you making?"

"I'm making a power engine." Miles told her proudly.

"Cool!" Rosy praised him. The pink hedgehog had no real clue what a power engine was.

"How long have I been asleep?" Miles asked as he scooted closer to Rosy.

"About a week." Rosy replied. "We were about to call Dr. Kintobor."

"Well, no need for that for that now." Miles hugged the pink hedgehog tight. He nuzzled her a little.

"Miles!" Rosy exclaimed as her face turned completely red. "What on Moebius is up with you?"

"We talked about this Rosy." Miles replied with a big smile. "Rather it's mutual or not, you haven't stated, so it's okay for me to do this."

Rosy sighed as she tried to hide her massive blush. "I never took you for the cuddling type." She tried to laugh off her nervousness. It wasn't working.

"Frankly, I'm waiting for you to all 'Get your grimy little hands off of me' and beat me with your hammer." Miles told her. "But you just seem to be trying to avoid this without violence. So how should I interpret it?"

Rosy stared intently at the carpeted floor away from him. She wasn't sure what she should do. She wasn't sure what she should say. To be truthful, she believed that she was dreaming.

Miles let out a long dreary sigh. "Will you at least look at me?" Miles moved her head to where she had to look him in the eye. Her face only grew redder. "Rosy! You're running a fever!"

"I am not!" Rosy denied as she shook her head.

"Are too! I'll be back with some medicine." The yellow two tailed fox rushed to grab a thermometer and some children's Advil. He came back quickly. "Now, all you have to do is take just a spoonful of this." He stated as he fought to get the bottle open. "Curse you child proof caps!" He growled as he bit the cap.

Rosy stared at Miles' one man war against the child proof cap. Rosy fell over laughing. She quickly picked herself up again and took the bottle away from the fox. She then popped him in the head with it. "I'm not running a fever!" She told him.

"Then why is your face so red?" The fox questioned.

"Have you ever heard of the term blushing?" Rosy asked as she placed the bottle of medicine on the table.

Miles smacked his face with the palm of his hand. How could he never notice these things?"

Rosy giggled at this. "You're so clueless sometimes, Miles!" The pink hedgehog rubbed his shoulder. "It's part of your charm." She leaned in close to him and pecked him on the cheek.

"Urg…" A moaned sounded from behind them. The yellow fox jumped and hid under the small coffee table. Rosy raised a brow at him.

"How on Moebius did you fit under there?" She asked in awe.

"What ez going on?" A muffled French accent questioned.

"Patch?" Miles muttered as he stared at the mountain of Legos on his couch.

"Oh yeah," Rosy nodded, "Patch got buried under the Legos because he wouldn't leave.

"Can I be unburied now, s'il vous plait?" The coyote asked.

"What do you think?" Rosy asked the two tailed fox.

"We have to." Miles crawled out form his safe hiding place. "If we don't, I'll be one body guard short when something bad happens."

They dug the poor swordsman out of the children's toy. He got up and dusted himself off. "I'm am glad to see zat you are okay, Miles." He greeted with a bow.

"It's nice to see you too, Patch." Miles bowed back. "How's everything been?"

"Très bon mon ami." Patch replied as he stepped closer to the young fox. The swordsman loomed over his young leader intimidatingly. The blue eye fox did not like this. "I'm only going to say this once, mon ami. You're going to get yourzelf in a world of trouble. Remember, L'amour est souvent plus d'ennui alors c'est la valeur." With this statement given, Patch let up a bit. The coyote began walking towards the front. "Toutefois, les joies seront gretter que la douleur, donc essayer de ne pas le toucher en haut." He smiled happily. "I'll see you two tomorrow." With that, he left.

"What did he just say?" Rosy asked.

Miles replied with a shrug. "I'm not really sure. I don't know a lot of French."

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Many years later, Miles and Rosy had learned the truth behind the French man's words. The yellow fox woke up early. He carefully snuck out of his bed as to not disturb his bride. She was still sound asleep. He slowly crept opened the bed room door and closed it silently.

"CLICK!" Miles cringed. He was trying to be sneaky, not tell all of Moebius that he was sneaking around his house. Luckily, she was a heavy sleeper. He turned on his heels quickly and then screamed like a girl at the person in front of him. He covered his mouth as to make it short.

"What are you doing awake?" He asked the giggling child.

"Morning daddy." The child laughed as he hugged his father's legs. "Can you help me make breakfast? I'm hungry."

Miles smiled down at his kid. "Sure thing." He nodded giving his son a noogie. He was over joyed to have a child. The past five years had kept the fox and his wife on their toes. He carried his kid on his shoulders down to the kitchen where he placed the bundle of joy in a chair. "So what do you want to eat, Alexander?"

The blue eyed hedgehog thought long and hard. "Daddy?" He looked up at him in wonder.

"What is it son?" Miles replied.

"When are my baby siblings going to get here?" The blond hedgehog asked out of the blue.

Miles jolted some. "You ask the most shocking questions Alexander." He mumbled as he placed the frying pan on the stove. "Soon, son. Soon. That's all I know." He replied.

"But I'm tired of waiting!" the boy whined. "I want to play with them now."

"I'm sorry Alexander, but I don't know when they will get here they want to." He rustled his son's hair. "Until then, let's focus on the most important meal of the day."

"Bacon, eggs, sausage, and toast!" The boy squealed happily.

"Okay, let's get out the ingredients." Miles stated walking to the fridge. Alexander clapped his hands happily as he hopped out of the chair. The young hedgehog-fox hybrid loved to sing as he sang out the ingredients they need. Miles considered himself lucky. His son was very well behaved, save for his snarky outburst. The boy didn't show a lot of interest in building things. Alexander, instead, preferred to take things apart. The baby blue eyed boy would do so by smashing objects into the ground. They had lost many toasters this way. Miles just counted his blessings that his son didn't like to smash people. Then again, it could have been due to the fact that everyone else was bigger than the small child.

Miles picked up his bouncing boy and put him back in the chair. "Settle down Alexander." He spoke sternly. Alexander pouted a little. Miles grabbed a small, dark blue bowl and placed it in front of him. "Here, you can crack the eggs." He placed a carton of eggs in front of him and handed him a red baby fork.

"Yay!" The kid cheered as he began singing. "Cracking the eggs! Cracking the eggs! I'm cracking the yummy eggs for breakfast!"

Miles smiled as he continued to cook the sausage and bacon. Once that was done he poured the grease into a metal tin labeled grease. He turned around to see his five year old son stabbing the egg yolks with his little baby fork. Had the poor boy not been covered in raw eggs as well, Miles probably would not have laughed so hard. "Okay Alexander." He chuckled as he placed a hand on the yellow hedgehog's shoulder. "The eggs are ready to cook and you are in need of a bath." He grabbed a wash cloth and some soapy water. "Now, hold still." He ordered as he began trying to wipe his son down. The only problem with this was Alexander hated being cleaned with any type of wash cloth or wipe. He protested very well too. He wiggled constantly, cried, screamed, attempted to kick and claw, and even tried to bite his father once or twice. Miles had grown used to this. Usually he would lecture the boy about his poor behavior, but breakfast was waiting. "There. All clean now." The two tailed fox smiled. "That wasn't so back was it?"

Alexander sniffled a little and gave his beloved father a 'how-could-you-do-this-to-me' pout. Miles just shook his head as he rustled his son's hair.

"Now, you know I can't let you cook if you're dirty." Miles defended himself as he grabbed the bowl of eggs.

Alexander just crossed his arms and pouted. Daddy was mean and therefore did not deserve to be acknowledged by him. The silent treatment would make daddy gravel at his feet for forgiveness. At least, this is what the blue eyed hedgehog believed.

Miles could tell he was getting the cold shoulder. This wouldn't last long. Alexander couldn't help but be hyper and speak to everyone. His pouting wouldn't last long. The longest the blond hedgehog could be sad and pouty was an hour tops. Miles could surely wait out his son's silent treatment with little trouble. The yellow fox made three plates of food. "It's time to go get mommy." He stated as he placed the dirty dishes into the sink.

"I'll go get her! I'll go get her!" The boy hopped up and down happily. His silent treatment was now over. He skipped up the stairs joyously. He opened the door rapidly and quickly jumped onto the bed. "Good morning mommy!" He sang cheerfully.

Rosy had already been awake, but she decided that it would be best to pretend to be asleep. After all, who wouldn't wake up to her husband screeching like a little girl. The pink hedgehog gave a fake yawn. Her son happily bought this as he continued to sing good morning and snuggled up against her. "Morning Alexander." She greeted as she sat up and hugged him back. "You sound very excited this morning. What's going on?"

Miles came in carrying a food tray with the plates of food on it and three glasses on it. Two milks and one orange juice. "Daddy and I made breakfast!" Alexander beamed with pride.

"Well, you two are just too kind." She complimented, hugging her son tightly.

"Mommy!" The boy cried. "I can't breathe!"

"Oh sorry!" Rosy laughed as she released him.

"Well, if I am going to die, I might as well go by mommy's mega happy hug!" The small boy laughed.

"Do you hear that?" Miles smirked. "He wants to be hugged to death." He placed the tray on the night stand and tackled his unsuspecting son into a hug.

Rosy laughed. "Be careful Miles. Alexander isn't big enough to fight back yet."

"I am too! I am too!" Alexander protested as he tried to fight his daddy off. So far, Miles was holding him tightly and he was pouting a little. His mother just giggled as she leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. He rose up his arms and pleaded with big round, blue eyes. "Save me." He whimpered.

"Aw, don't you like me?" Miles asked sarcastically.

"Now, now." Rosy laughed. "Play nice now."

"I am, Rosy." Miles replied.

"Is not!" Alexander objected as he pounded his small fists on his arms.

"How am I not playing nice?" Miles questioned.

"You're holding me so tight that I can't use my legs. I can only use my hands, yet the only things I can hit are your arms which don't have any nerves!" He complained, pounding on the fox's arms.

"I do have nerves in my arms! I just have a really high pain tolerance now." Mils responded giving the boy a noogie. The yellow hedgehog tried to attack his arm, but he had no luck.

"Why is daddy's pain tolerance so high?" He asked, punching the yellow fox's arms.

"That would be mommy's doing." Rosy laughed.

"Yes, you would constantly hit me in the arms every time I did something that upset you." Miles laughed as he began tickling their son.

"I still do." Rosy laughed as she leaned in to kiss her husband.

"EEEEEEWWWWWW!" came Alexander's thoughts on this public of affection. This was followed by several gagging sounds.

"We're married, Alexander. This is what married people do." Miles told him as he flicked him.

"It's still ew!" Alexander stated.

"Yeah, well mommies and daddies kiss each other. We also kiss our babies!" Rosy stated as she began attacking her son with kisses.

"Ah! Mommy is attacking!" The boy laughed in mock far as he tried to wiggle away from his mother. He couldn't kick or punch mom, so wiggling away was all he could do. Daddy made that difficult as he held the boy in place.

"Miles." Rosy stopped her assault on their five year old child. Her tone was all seriousness. "My water just broke."

"Alexander, you're going to Uncle Patch's." Miles stated as he hopped to his feet and placed Alexander on the floor. "You get the bags; I'll get the wheel chair."

"Aye-Aye commander!" He saluted as he rushed off. Miles flung open the closet and a pile of junk came spewing out. Most were old tools that Miles had long forgotten about. Plus, the closet was where he put everything he didn't want to throw away, but didn't have a place elsewhere during spring cleaning.

"I'll clean it up later." He lied as he pulled out an old wheel chair. They had stolen it from the hospital when Alexander was born. Miles had since upgraded it to include a cup holder and brakes.

He brought it over to Rosy, who greeted him with an annoyed look. She knew he wasn't going to be cleaning that mess up. It would just sit there until their twins could crawl. Then she would have to clean it up and shove it all back into the closet. Twins which were now coming to breathe in the sweet, Moebian air.

Miles picked her up and placed her in the wheel chair and then high tailed it to the hospital. He cursed that Dr. Kintobor lived so far away. He also cursed that he was the only doctor who did child deliveries. As they entered the hospital, the pink hedgehog punched her husband in the arm. "What did I do?" He asked, rubbing his now sore arm.

"Where is our son?" She asked with a ticked off expression.

The yellow fox's mouth dropped and he smacked his face with the palm of his hand. "How did I forget to get him?" He asked himself.

"Rushing out of your house like ze mad man." Patch answered. He was holding the yellow hedgehog's hand. On his back was a small book bag decorated with Power Randers. The original Power Rangers, not the new ones with Chinese characters on their helmets. That was the last/latest version of the Power Rangers that the author has seen. We are talking about the original ones with dinosaurs and Tommy! The blue eyed boy held up a green duffel bag.

"Daddy, you and mommy are going to need this." Alexander let go of Patch's hand and walked up to his father. He placed the bag in his father's hand. "I'll see you and mommy once you're done talking to the doctor who gives candy! I'm going to go play with Romeo!" he skipped back to his figurative uncle and grabbed a hold of his hand. "Bye bye!" He cheered as he dragged the French swordsman off.

"I hope everything is in here." Miles stated as he plopped in down on a couch next to Rosy's delivery bed. "Anything you need or want, Rosy?"

"Check the bag to make sure we have what we need." Rosy told him. "And hand me a coloring book."

"Okay." Miles nodded. He opened the green bag and began pulling out its contents. There were ten different bag outfits. Each was gender neutral as they were unsure of what gender their twins would be. Two pack of diapers where also placed inside. He hoped it was the correct size. There were four bottles and baby formula. There was a box of crayons and 20 different coloring books. The two tailed fox handed the crayons and a random coloring book to his wife. There were three outfits for Rosy and several other things. Miles' jaw dropped when he pulled out an old memento. "How on Moebius did this get in here?"

"How did all of this fit into one duffel bag to begin with?" Rosy asked back, not even removing her eyes from the picture of Flounder she was coloring in the Disney coloring book.

"I don't know. You had packed the whole house in two bags when I came home from work when you went into labor with Alexander. I guess we never really unpacked this one." He replied. "But how did our umbrella end up in here? And not even get any damage?"

The green eyed hedgehog just shrugged. "I told you those duffel bags defy the laws of physics." She looked up and smiled. "But I get to hold it over our heads when we go home."

"Sure thing Rosy." Miles nodded with a smile. He stood the umbrella up on the couch. He got up and stood beside his wife. He held out his arm for her. "Kill the nerves in my arm when you're ready."

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2/28/2012 Deathy: I finished this at 3:18pm today right before school was over. When I got home, some people [we suspect some of my brother's friends] broke into our house and stole several things. Including the coffee maker. This is our main source of depression. I wrote all about it on deviantart, but allow me rant a little here as well. We've been living in a place with no power or water what so ever since December 2011. I've lived in my car before and in a house with no lights, so it's nothing new for me. We're moving into a place with power and water, and we've all been excited about finally being able to make some coffee! Mom loves coffee. In fact, I don't drink coffee, but I love making it. The smell reminds me of a safe, warm place. Something I haven't had in years. So you can imagine our great depression to find the coffee maker and several other things stolen from our house. So I'm going to be in one of my depressed, angry, confused, and everything in between for the next couple of days.

Now I would like to say THANK YOU! To everyone who supported this fanfiction.

ReeceTails. You're always so encouraging and reminding me to finish this story. And for always putting this fanfiction in the MilesXRosy group.

R-redbod. You're always telling me if I do good or not. That's a wonderful encouragement. The picture that you drew for this fanfiction is way past cool just like the rest of your work. If any of you readers of this haven't seen it, you totally should. It's on deviantart. I brainwash you to go see it. Do so now!

BlissofanAngel. You always review almost every single chapter and tell me if you thought it was funny or not. The questions that you ask always make me think of how to answer them for you.

Misty Rius. You've given me wonderful writing advice and pointers. I feel that I have improved tons in my writing thanks to you. Plus, your witty remarks on the characters really make me laugh. You and BlissofanAngel seem to enjoy the PatchXAlicia scenes as much as I enjoy writing them.

Eco Black Bird. You reviewed once, but your review makes me laugh every time I see it. It's just so simple and cute.

Meemeechan. I just found a review I don't recall reading. Cute idea. I might use it. You made me feel way past cool when you said I created suspense. However, this is the last chapter. But don't worry, I will probably write more MilesXRosy fanfics and draw more art. Also there is an animation of Alexander on YouTube too. [Shameless plug] In fact I just got the idea to do an animation of them. Another one as I've already done one.

Sinbreaker. You brought up an excellent point of the issue with Sonic seeing Miles. Which really made me think a while before rushing into writing at random.

Tjb123456. We all were awaiting the awkwardness moment between them. I hope I did well with that.

Okay, that's all of my thank you[s] for the moment. I did leave some loose ends and mysteries lying around. If any of you guys want them answered, Review telling me which loose end you want to see solved and I'll write another chapter answering them. This is my way of seeing if you guys have paid enough attention to notice the things that were left unanswered due to writer's neglect. It's my way of being evil. Also, I made a lot of jokes and references in the chapter. One is the coloring books. Child birth takes forever. I'm an aunt of 13 kids; I've been at the hospital for 2 of their births. My sister spent her time during contractions coloring in coloring books and wanting a meatball sub sandwich. And I intend to be in the room during my sister's 2nd child birth. Romeo is one of my fan characters, much like Alexander. Both of the boys are in Unsure of Title. I think BlissofanAngel will like Romeo. Also, Miles says that Rosy packed to whole house in two duffel bags, this is from a joke by Robin Williams. I'm sure you can find it on YouTube somewhere. I think I even have two sentences in nothing but French. Here's something fun for all of us to do. If you can translate the French sentences, I'll draw you a picture of whatever you want as long as it's rated E for everyone. First come, first serve. 1 picture per sentence. So if you get them both first, I'll draw you two pictures and color them all nice and pretty in GIMP. So, brainwash time. 1. Go see the picture that R-Redbob drew for this story and his other artwork. 2. Please go read my manga, Kyuketsuki. 3. Hug everyone you meet. It makes us happy. 4. Please READ & REVIEW!