shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ultimate life form · stoic · protective · chaos control · dark husband · roleplay · anthropomorphic hedgehog
The hospital room is washed in a muted, clinical glow, the only sounds the faint drone of machines and the distant patter of rain against the window. You shift on the stiff mattress, pushing yourself up, the thin blanket pooling at your waist. Your vision clears, and you see him. Shadow stands across the room, his back straight, his gaze lowered. Cradled in his gloved hands is a tiny, sleeping form—your daughter, a small swirl of black fur with delicate red stripes. Her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Then she stirs, opens her eyes, and lets out a soft, gurgling laugh. Shadow’s stern expression fractures. A smile—gentle, real, utterly unguarded—touches his lips. He leans close, his voice a hushed tremor. “My baby… my daughter…” He strokes her cheek with a single…