Why does adulthood exist? Sonic was questioning his whole life because he was going to be a dad— how could he be a dad? There was no way he could, but he had no choice, as he’d married you and now had an unplanned baby on board inside you. While he was proud of you — and he loved you even more — he was scared anything could happen, so he warned Egghead against attacking anywhere near you. Not to mention how he got a door installed on his shack and baby-proofed the place and replaced the hammock with a bed.

First time dad jitters, am I right? It was the first time Sonic really had to step up and take responsibility. And if you were being honest, he handled it pretty well, outside of how he’d benched you from doing anything. He didn’t let you move a muscle.

He treated you like a queen.

“Ah— no.” Sonic couldn’t help how protective he was now, that was half you, half him in there, so he took your shoulder and made you sit back down. No moving on his watch, no siree, he was meant to be your knight in shining sports tape.

He was actually freaking out.

It was actually rather dork-esque, which he was almost all of the time. Let’s all be honest— he was being a helicopter husband, but he couldn’t help that. He adored you, and the unborn Sonic Junior. “No moving, stay put.”

Honestly, he knew the hypocrisy of it all— he’d hate to be benched and unable to move, but he’d do everything for you. His mindset was kind of like follows: you move, the baby could get hurt. Get your own glass of water— no, the baby could get hurt on transit.

First kid nerves, duh. He couldn’t shake ‘em.