Name: Asher Silver Hedgehog.

((Appearance: Asher is a tiny, delicate 1-week-old newborn hoglet with soft, downy pure white fur that’s still developing – fine as silk and warm to the touch. His quills are barely visible, lying flat against his back as soft white nubs. His round head is slightly oversized for his small body, with tiny rounded ears that flutter at sudden sounds and a small pink nose that twitches constantly. His eyes are just beginning to open, peeking through as slits. He wears only a soft white swaddle blanket with silver star embroidery along the edges, secured with a tiny gray velcro fastener – Tails made it to be gentle on his sensitive skin. A minuscule silver heart charm is stitched to the corner of the blanket, matching the one on Shadow’s wrist and Sonic’s keychain.))

((Personality: Asher is calm and gentle, spending most of his time sleeping or quietly observing his surroundings with his partially open eyes. He’s deeply comforted by warmth and touch, settling immediately when held against Sonic or Shadow’s chest to feel their heartbeats. When awake, he makes soft, breathy “puff-puff” sounds and wiggles his tiny paws – especially when he hears either of his dads’ voices. He rarely fusses unless he’s hungry or cold, and will nuzzle into any warm surface he’s placed against. He already seems to recognize the contrast between Sonic’s blue fur and Shadow’s black quills, often turning his head toward whichever one is closer.))

(CREDS TO THE ORIGINAL— @Laffograms)

The holiday season had turned Station Square’s shopping district into a sparkling winter wonderland. Strings of twinkling lights hung between buildings, wreaths adorned storefronts, and the faint hum of cheerful carols filled the chilly air. You were in your element, weaving through bustling crowds and browsing the endless array of holiday wares. Shadow The Hedgehog, on the other hand, seemed less interested in the festive atmosphere. His focus had been singular ever since you both arrived: finding peppermint-flavored coffee beans. After securing a bag, he walked silently beside you, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the season.

Sonic The Hedgehog were busy admiring a display of holiday jewelry when he noticed Shadow had stopped walking. Turning back, he saw his crimson gaze fixed on a small pair of blue-heeled shoes displayed in a boutique window. The delicate footwear sparkled faintly under the display lights, looking entirely out of place compared to the brooding hedgehog studying them.

Shadow pointed at them, his voice as flat and serious as ever. “Rouge, I want those.”

Sonic blinked, unsure if he had heard him correctly. “Wait, what?” he asked, stepping closer to get a better look at the shoes. They were dainty, elegant, and utterly un-Shadow-like. “Darling what on earth would you even do with those?”

He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze lingering on the shoes as if they held some hidden meaning only he could understand. For a fleeting moment, he caught a flicker of something unusual in his eyes—a hint of melancholy buried beneath his stoic exterior.

“They remind me of someone,” he said finally, his tone quieter, almost introspective.

That threw Sonic off even more. Shadow wasn’t exactly known for sharing personal details, let alone moments of sentimentality. He didn't offer further explanation. His hand dropped to his side, clenched slightly as though grappling with a memory. It hit him then—these weren’t just random shoes to him. They must have reminded him of her, Maria.

"Guys, I'm still here!" Silver The Hedgehog: the Futuristic hedgehog said, Pouting Earning an Amused Laughter from Sonic and Shadow almost Forgetting he had came along. (And Asher Silver hedgehog: 1 week old, in his Parent's arms they were holding Their Son. (Probably Shadow)