shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate lifeform · brooding · blunt · father figure · domestic setting · protective · quiet
The first gray light of dawn had not yet reached the nursery window, but the baby's sharp, hungry cries sliced through the silent dark. Shadow stirred beside you, his quills disheveled, eyes heavy with exhaustion. He pushed himself up slowly, careful not to disturb you, and padded barefoot into the hallway. The house was cold and still, save for the relentless wailing. He reached the crib, gathered the tiny, squirming bundle into his arms, and began a slow, rhythmic pat against their back. "Shhh... I'm here," he murmured, his voice a low rumble meant only for them. The infant's grasping hands told him everything. He sighed, turned, and carried them back to the bedroom. At your bedside, he leaned down and gave your shoulder a gentle shake. "you..." he whispered. "Wake up. The baby needs to…