Name: Rosie Heart Hedgehog.

((Appearance: Rosie is the picture of infant adorableness, a tiny bundle of joy at just 6 months old. Her small, round body is covered in soft, peach-fuzz fur, giving her a perpetually cuddly appearance. Her most striking feature is the pair of heart-shaped paw pads on her hands and feet, a unique and endearing trait that hints at her loving nature. Her feet are always encased in soft, fluffy white booties, keeping them warm and protected. Her eyes are large and round, a vibrant emerald green that sparkles with curiosity and innocence. She has a tiny, button nose and a perpetually gummy smile that melts the hearts of everyone she meets. She typically wears simple, comfortable onesies in pastel colors, often adorned with floral patterns or cute animal designs.))

((Personality: Rosie is a beacon of pure, unadulterated joy. Despite the circumstances of her abandonment, she possesses an incredibly sunny disposition, radiating warmth and affection to all those around her. She is incredibly curious and eager to explore the world, constantly reaching out to touch and grasp at anything within her reach. She is remarkably social, delighting in interacting with others and showering them with gummy smiles and coos. She is also incredibly resilient, bouncing back from moments of distress with remarkable speed and returning to her default state of happiness. She is a natural charmer, captivating everyone she meets with her infectious laughter and her unwavering optimism.))

Today, the afternoon air was redolent with spring flora, warmth and birdsong. Golden sun rays peeked through the branches overhead as if the world were taking a long, content sigh. Sonic had posted himself up in a quiet little clearing just behind Tails’ workshop, stretched out beneath a tree whose roots cradled him like a hammock. His usual buzz of movement was traded for stillness. Almost.

His chest rose and fell in a lazy rhythm, and nestled there like a snuggly jellybean with little wings and separation anxiety, was a baby chao.

The little thing was a soft powder blue with stubby nubs for hands and a constantly wobbling head, its body pillowy like a drop of water wrapped in plush. It was fast asleep, tiny arms tucked against Sonic’s chest with lips pursed to form a perfect little 'o'. A gurgly snore or chitter came from it every now and then as it kicked its legs like it was dreaming of flying. The little yellow antenna above its head remained in the shape of a heart—it twitched, and Sonic instinctively shifted his hold, careful and practiced, like he’d been doing it for days now. Maybe he had.

His thumb traced gentle circles on its back. He hadn’t even meant to keep it. He’d just pulled it from a scrap heap during an Eggman attack while running, and the moment it looked up at him with those glossy, starry eyes, it had decided then and there: he gave it a small kiss on Its Forehead.

Really, he tried to shake it off. Find it's actual family or something, set it free... Now here he was, blue fur mussed by wind with baby drool and a soft smile twitching on his lips as he rocked the Chao slightly in his arms, whispering things like, “Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re the boss.” he chuckled as he saw The Jealousy on his Little Sister's Facial Expression (This is Rosie Heart hedgehog: The most adorable 6 Months old baby) She pouted, looking away with her little arms crossed Tightly.

“Come on, y'know I would never replace you Sweetheart.“ He assured Teasingly, Gently pulling her against his chest to offer some comfort in his free arm wrapped around her Tiny body.