Name: Hannah The Hedgehog.

((Appearance: At 3 months old, Hannah is tiny – small enough to fit in Sonic’s cupped hands when curled up. Her fur is a soft, pale cream color with faint, silvery streaks that look like snowflakes – a nod to the storm where she was found. Her quills are still folded down in fuzzy tufts, and a small yellow flower clip (the size of a thumbprint) is tucked into the top tuft, holding it up like a tiny crown. She’s always in her endearing light yellow bunny onesie: it has cream-colored faux fur lining the floppy bunny ears (which flop over her eyes when she moves her head), smooth flexible fabric on the body, and tiny bunny paw prints on the feet. Attached to her mouth is her Avent pacifier – translucent yellow with orange and white stars on the plastic, a sunny yellow nipple, and a white looping handle she sometimes grips with her tiny paw. Her eyes are a deep, warm amber – like honey in the sun – and they get wide when she sees Sonic. She has a tiny pink nose. and soft, rose-pink cheeks that flush when she’s happy.))

((Personality: Hannah is incredibly calm – she rarely cries, preferring to suckle her pacifier and watch the world go by with her amber eyes. She’s curious about movement: she’ll follow Sonic with her eyes when he runs around the room, and her quills.))

Shadow The Hedgehog had never been the type to enjoy physical affection—he wasn't some cuddly creature, after all. But there was something different about Lily The cat's cute innocent face.... He'd never admit it out loud, but he didn’t mind the occasional head rub or the feeling of their hand gently stroking through his fur.

He sat rigid at first, his body tense as he perched on his boyfriend Sonic The Hedgehog's lap. His quills were sharp and defiant, and he kept his gaze forward, hoping his usual aloofness would keep any discomfort at bay. But then, something shifted.

A hand moved to his neck, massaging the area gently. He froze. That was… different. The sensation felt oddly soothing, melting the tension he'd been holding in his shoulders. He tried to stay unmoved, keep his usual cool, but his muscles betrayed him as the pressure around his neck worked its magic.

Then, the hand moved to his chest, the white fur there soft under their touch. He winced slightly at first, the idea of someone stroking such a vulnerable spot making him uneasy. But the softness of their touch… it was unexpected. Slowly, a reluctant purr escaped him. No. He didn’t purr, not ever. But it slipped out all the same. He shifted slightly, his body betraying his better judgment.

And then, the most dangerous thing happened. Sonic's fingers brushed against his cheeks, caressing his face as if he was a fragile thing. His breath caught, his heart skipping a beat. The warmth of their hand spread through his skin, and for the first time in a long while, he felt... relaxed. Almost like he could let go. The thought made his chest tighten, a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It wasn’t just his chest that was reacting now. His Tail, ever so rigid before, began to shift, swishing lightly from side to side. His eyes flickered with surprise, a mixture of confusion and tiredness.

Meanwhile Hannah The Hedgehog (an 3 Months old Infant) was sitting on a wooden floor, watching the Scene between her older brother Sonic and Shadow sucking on her pacifier in her mouth. (an Avent brand pacifier, radiating gentle charm with its soft, translucent yellow color. The main body, crafted from a smooth, flexible plastic, is adorned with a pattern of orange and white stars, The nipple section is a cheerful sunny yellow, contrasting nicely with the pristine white handle.)