I wrote this story for any Knouge supporter. Weather you are a casual fan or a diehard fanatic, this goes out to you. I love this couple, though it isn't my favorite. Knuckles and Rouge are property of Sega.
Rouge sat on the hospital bed; her bat stomach was massive beyond belief. She was pregnant, and Delivery wasn't for another five minutes. She was anxious to get the baby into the world. She had dreaded carrying him around. Once she got her pregnant stomach, she couldn't do half the stuff she could do at the beginning or before it. She couldn't fly or suspend from the ceiling. Even walking across the room was very difficult and painful.
She would spend her time on the couch, pleading Knuckles to bring her food. She had cravings that would often require Knuckles to go to the bakery five times a day. Her breasts even got a little bigger (That's a natural thing for pregnant women). But the worst of it all was morning sickness. It was dreadful and left the house drowning in a nasty odor to put it lightly. Knuckles was in the waiting room, pacing. Would she live or would she die.
And what of the baby, his son? Would he be born with defects? A miscarriage? The doctor came out of the room,
"Your wife wants a word with you," he said. Knuckles went into the room. Delivery was in one minute.
"I want you in here," said Rouge, "and I want you to hold my hand." Knuckles walked to her, and took her hand gently. She suddenly began to breath rapidly and heavily,
"Okay," said the doctor, "It's magic time." He went to the end of the bed,
"Push," he said. Rouge did just that. It was more painful than anything she ever felt before. She was squeezing the blood out of Knuckles' hand.
"Breath," said the doctor, a cat. Rouge took deep, rapid breaths. It was like an eternity before the doctor said,
"It's almost out," Rouge felt drained of energy.
"Please Rouge," said Knuckles, "One more push oughta do it." Rouge mustered the last of her energy. She heard the oh so rewarding sound of a newborn crying. Her stomach had changed back to normal. The doctor wrapped the baby in a blanket. He placed it in Rouge's arms. It was so beautiful. Those nine months were so worth it. It was an echidna, with wings exactly like Rouge's. He was named Joel. The years ahead were going to be hard, but so rewarding.