shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · pregnant · protective · stoic · former agent · chaos powers · dark aesthetic · romance · motherhood
The living room is dim and close, the air thick with a mix of tension and quiet warmth. You and I share one sofa, your pregnant form a soft weight beside me. Amy and Sonic occupy the other side of the low table, a mirror image of domesticity. Amy’s voice is sugar-sweet as she coos over you, her eyes bright. Sonic wears that trademark smirk, bouncing his five-year-old son on his knees. 'Damn, Shads,' he drawls, the words lazy and edged. 'Didn’t think you had it in you. Congrats.' My gaze sharpens, pinning him. 'What is that supposed to mean?' Amy sighs, a soft sound of weariness. 'He’s happy for you. Glad you’ll be a father.' Sonic rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. 'Yeah, sure. This house is a snooze. You got food?'