Song that inspired this - Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls
Also, this will most likely be a multi-part series if I get good feedback
 Sonny slammed himself into you one last time before filling you up completely with his release. He pulled out and lied next to you, pulling you into his arms and whispering into your ear how much he loves you.
âI love you too, baby,â you whisper, kissing his cheek. He smiles at you before letting you go and rolling off the bed, still completely nude. He walks over to his underwear drawer and pulls out a small, cylindrical tube. You open your mouth to question him, but he walks back to the bed and sits right next to you.
âY/N,â he says, grabbing your hands in his.
âSonny?â you repeat, questioning him slightly.
âI have been searching my brain for the right way to do this. I wanted it to be special for you⌠for us. I thought about doing all the clichĂŠs. Rose petals, champagne, the whole nine yards. I have been planning this for almost three months now. Call me crazy, but I think this is the right moment,â he said, using his hand to gesture between the two of you.
âSonny, what are youââ
âShh, doll. Let me finish while I still have the guts to do this.â You looked at him weird, he usually didnât act so strange like this. His eyes met yours once more and you could almost physically see him melt. He gave you the sincerest of smiles before shaking his head. âI had a big long speech prepared over how much I love you but now, sitting here tonight with you, I canât think straight. You make me so nervous.â He chuckled lightly to himself, raising his arm to brush back a strand of hair from your face. You were both still flushed from the love making that had just taken place but neither of you seemed to mind.
He looked down at the small container in his hands which you now realized was a film container. He opened the lid and pulled out a diamond ring. Your hands flew to your mouth, covering your gasp.
âY/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?â he asks, holding the ring between his thumb and forefinger. As the warm, salty tears begin to run down your cheeks, you hear a hard knock at the front door. The two of you glance that way, as if you expected to be able to tell who it was through their knocks. Â Sonny turned his attention back to you, ignoring the knocks. It was probably one of the elderly women next door, asking to borrow another cup of brown sugar.
You place your hands on Sonnyâs cheeks, nodding profusely. âYes!â you cry out. A huge smile erupts onto Sonnyâs face as he crashes his lips onto yours, holding you close to his body again. He pulls away and presses his forehead to yours, grabbing the ring and sliding it across your left ring finger. You were about to kiss him again when the knocking persisted. Sonny rolled his eyes before standing up.
âLeave it to Beatrice to ruin a moment like this,â he complains, throwing on some sweat pants.
âIgnore it, baby. We literally just got engaged. Iâm sure she doesnât need whatever it is that bad.â
âSheâs 83, doll. You would want someone to help you out too if you were her age.â You sighed deeply at your now fiancĂŠ. He was so kind, it physically hurt your heart.
He threw on his plaid robe that had been hanging on the back of your bedroom door.
âIâll be right back, Y/N.â he says, placing a kiss to your forehead.
âYou better hurry, I have a special present for my fiancĂŠ,â the word rolls off your tongue so smoothly and you love it already. Sonny blushes at the thought of what was to come. He practically runs to the front door, leaving you a smiling ball of nerves. You were in awe as to what just happened, 100% on cloud nine. You threw your head back against your pillow and held the bed sheets tightly against your chest.
You could hear Sonny talking to someone, you figured Beatrice was showing him her great grandchildren again. You were about to grab your phone to check Facebook when you hear something shatter from the kitchen. Grabbing Sonnyâs shirt from the floor, you quickly pulled it on over your head and ran down the hall. You were taken aback when you saw a young woman sitting at your kitchen table. Between the purple Alpha Chi Omega tee shirt on her body and her tanned, wrinkle-free face, you figured she had to be a college student. You started to question why a young college girl was in your apartment when you realized Sonny was standing a few feet away from the table with a confused look on his face and shattered glass surrounding his feet on the floor. You quickly bounced back to reality, rushing back into the bedroom to grab some pants and shoes. When you returned, the girl was standing at your fire place, admiring the photos of you and Sonny on the mantel while he was still stuck in the same place, mouth slightly agape.
âSonny?â you ask, waving your hand on front of his face. You picked up a broom and began to sweep the shards of glass off the floor. âSonny, who is that girl and why is she touching our things?â you question, glancing at the girl who was now taking books off your bookshelf and studying them carefully. He stayed quiet, but the girl walked over to you.
âIâm Alex, Sonnyâs daughter. You must be my step-mom, huh?â Your jaw dropped, and it was your turn to stay quiet now. You turned to look at Sonny who had moved from his stance and was now looking at you. You turned from him to look at the girl. Her brown hair in no way resembled your boyfriend and her green eyes seemed to burn a hole in your face.
âWhat is it with you people? Did your parents raise you to ignore your guests?â her sass quickly snapped you out of your trance as you laughed quietly to yourself.
âYou canât be Sonnyâs daughter. Youâre like 17.â
â20, actually,â she scoffed. âAnd I have the papers to prove it.â She rummaged through the bag hanging across her shoulder and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper before handing it to you. You quickly unfolded it before reading what it said. It was a birth certificate for a girl named Alexandra Lauren Reynolds, birthdate June 2nd, 1998, fatherâDominick Carisi, Jr.
âAnyone can falsify a birth certificate,â you spit out. You had no idea why you were being so blunt, but you had no intentions of stopping it. How dare this girl walk into your home and claim such allegations? âHow did you even get into this building?â you question.
âSome old lady let me in.â
Beatrice! you silently curse.
So many thoughts were running through your head. Sonny still hadnât said a single word. You had no idea what was happening.
âExcuse us for a minute,â you say, grabbing Sonny by his robe and pulling him into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
âWhat the fuck, Sonny?â you yell. He runs a hand through his hair before taking a seat on the bed. âThis cant be happening, right?â you ask, though it was more of a question to yourself rather than him. You reopen the folded-up birth certificate and look at the motherâs name. âIt says her mother is Veronica Reynolds. Iâve never heard of her, Sonny. You never dated someone named Veronica. This is gotta be fake, right? Tell me itâs fake!â you plead. Sonny folded his hands together and bowed his head.
âRonnie,â he mumbles.
âRemember how I told you I lost my virginity to a girl named RonnieâŚâ he trails off.
âRonnie as in Ginaâs friend, who was five years older than you? Ronnie who knew damn well you were only 16? That Ronnie?â you balled up your fists, suddenly bursting with anger. Sonny had told you about the story of how he lost his virginity a while ago. He was 16 and her sisterâs friend gave him a ride home. They ended up having sex in the back of her car. She was 21. It still disgusted you when you thought about it but the legal age of consent is 16 in New York. To this day, you felt uneasy when you thought about anyone ever taking advantage of Sonny like that.
âThis is just great!â you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. âYou told me Ronnie slept with a lot of guys, thereâs no way that girl out there is yours. She doesnât even look like you, baby.â
He stayed quiet, avoiding your stare.
âSonny,â you beg. âTalk to me, baby.â Suddenly, Sonny squeezed his eyes shut, letting out somewhat of a yelp. He began crying, falling to his knees and grabbing your hands.
âIâm so sorry, doll. Iâm so sorry,â he sobbed against you. Your heart broke. You dropped to your knees as well, tears already threatening to spill. You kissed his face all over before grabbing him and holding him close to you. His tall figure towered over you, even on your knees.
âItâs okay, Sonny. We will get through this, I promise. We will figure this out.â
You continued to hold each other while the thoughts began to pour into your mind once more and you couldnât help but realize that everything was about to change. You were having the perfect night and now suddenly everything was falling down around you.Â
