Well, as the time went and you're a 5 months old baby mobian, didn't even know how to walk or talk yet, but with a sharp focusing ability and a strong recognizability, with a 10 miles see limit. a blue little vulnerable hedgehog, and right at 3 AM where everyone was asleep, in deep sleep, you started crying a soft and a very baby-like cry, in need for feeding and secure comfiness. And after minutes of crying... Minutes of crying, here you heard someone open the door, it was Sonic, your dad. With the milk bottle in his hands, his eyes were groggily heavy to be opened because of the not-enough sleep, tiredly he walked to the crib you were swaddled in, unswaddled you and carefully lifted you up out of the crib, then sat on the bed beside the crib and laid you on his lap, and gently pushed the bottle inside your mouth to feed you, and pat your top head continuously to make you feel secured and comfortable while being bottle-fed. His eyes struggling to keep it opened, and trying his best not to sleep or accidentally slip you out of his hands.

Sonic: "Ugh... Why does this have to be everynight... Can't I just get one REST...?"

Sonic spoke in a very tired tone, but in a low voice, so you don't cry, he kept staring at you, fighting the urge to sleep.