Hey! I gotta say a few things. Firstly, thanks for giving this story a chance! I know it has a crazy name, but you soon find out why. Secondly, this does have my fan characters in. Honestly, I hate stories on here that have people's fan characters in, so I understand if you don't like it. Thirdly, I started writing this a few years back. This means that the first few chapters are REALLY short, but the chapters from, maybe, chapter 8 (?) are much longer. I promise ;)

I'll try to update regularly!

Disclaimer- I do not own Sonic, Tails or Knuckles. Permission must be asked if you want to use Alex/Melodex, Craft, Harmony, Jem or any other fan character. ;)

The harsh wind blew outside of the hospital, cold, calm and fresh against the hot hustle and bustle inside. The full moon shone brightly in the night sky, and there were no clouds in sight. Trees shook violently from the strong wind, sending even more leaves down to the autumn coloured ground. The branches tapped the windows and no birds sang.

Inside, a woman on a hospital bed groaned loudly. Her mate was kneeling down beside her, holding her hand. She looked a state; sweat dripping from her forehead and bags under her eyes.

"Ask… her how… much longer… it will…be!" she panted as she saw a nurse come into the wing. She watched as her husband left her bed to go and ask about what she had just told him. She lifted her head as he came back.

"It will be about five minutes until it is time, Harmony." He answered. Harmony let her head drop back into the pillow.

"Thank you… Craft."

Craft looked out of the cubicle to see what was happening outside in the wing. It looked like a doctor was treating a girls broken arm and a nurse was giving a boy some medicine. A mother and father were beaming down onto a pitiful baby crying. Craft couldn't help hoping that his baby would be daughter like theirs. He didn't want a son, because he wouldn't really do much more than sit and play at consoles all day. Harmony would spoil him with them, that's for sure.

Suddenly, he heard a loud groan from behind him. Quickly turning around he rushed back to the bed.

"No! Get the nurse! Get the nurse!" Harmony cried.

Craft raced out of the cubicle to find the nurse they had been told to look for when the baby was coming. Rushing around, he checked all of the cubicles for the lady.

"Come on, come on, come on… Yes!" Quickly he rushed over to her.

"Hey!" He shouted to her. "Hey, my wife's baby is coming!"

"Right, okay. I will be there in a second so get back to her and…"

"But she needs you right now!"

"So if you let me do what I should be doing I will be able to get there sooner!" she snapped, hurrying away to do the work. Craft saw how she bit her lip as she was going that she scared for his wife to and knew she needed the help quickly. He may have annoyed her but she still cares for Harmony.

He ran all the way back to his cubicle as fast as he could, not caring about all of the cries of 'Hey!' or 'Stop!'. He needed to see how Harmony was.

Opening the curtain of the cubicle so he could get in, he saw the worst he could. The baby was almost out, and no one had been there to help her! What if it had gone wrong? "How do you feel?" He asked, thoroughly panicked.

"In paaaiin!" she wailed back. "Where. Is. The nurse?!"

"She said she was coming!" In anger he started to help

Harmony himself, if no one else was going to do it.

"Okay, breathe in deeply." He told her. "Try to relax while still pushing."

Craft watched as she obeyed and tried to do what he said.

"That's it. Your doing great!" he encouraged, as he saw the baby push out further. "Just carry on as you are doing now."

Just then, the curtains were yanked open, and Craft saw the nurse they were waiting for. For a second she stood there, shocked at the sight of him helping her the way he was, and then quickly set to work.

Craft watched as the baby came out further. He held out his hands to catch it.

"Yes! You did it!" He cried in joy to Harmony. "You did it!"

The nurse picked up the baby out of Craft's hands. "We need to find out whether it is a boy or a girl." She said letting Harmony have a last look at it before she took it away.

"Well done." He murmured. She looked up at him gratefully.

"You helped."

Craft immediately felt proud. He had helped to

deliver his own baby!

"But you did the most. You had to suffer for him, a thing I never had to do. You should be proud for that." He looked into her eyes. They were sweet eyes. Full of love. Craft could have stayed like that forever if he wanted. But he couldn't.

Standing up, he said to her: "Stay there." And went to see what gender the baby was. Just as he had opened the curtains of the cubicle, the nurse came in with the newborn.

"So?" Craft asked. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"You are the father of a great son!"

Craft stared at her in disbelief. A son? A great son? That was the last thing he wanted!

"Are you sure?" He asked the nurse hopefully.

"Very. We have never been wrong before. Besides," she added, "He has the strength of a man!"

"Oh, Craft, isn't he beautiful? I think we should call him Alex!" said Harmony.

No! Not her too! He couldn't tell her the truth. He just couldn't.

"Yes, Harmony." He answered. "That is a perfect name. And he is going to be the best son a man could hope for."

And Craft just hoped it would be true.