Amy watched Sonic pace from one end of their living room to the other, biting her lip quietly. He was in his… werehog form, which happened every full moon.

It was frustrating for them both, but mostly for Sonic. He preferred, after all, being small and quick instead of big and cumbersome, and he didn't often trust himself to stay at home often while in his transformed state. While the feral instincts hadn't taken over his mind since his first few transformations, he wasn't willing to risk putting their daughter, Macy, at risk. He didn't want to scare her, either, despite her not seeming to care one way or the other about what he looked like.

Tonight, Sonic was forced to remain inside. Why, exactly, he didn't say. But it left him restless.

Amy bit her lip as she watched him pace, hugging Macy to her chest gently. The baby cooed quietly, not even a year old, and nestled her head closer to Amy's shoulder.

Amy closed the bedtime story she had been holding in one hand, and folded it off to the side. "Sonic, sit down." She commanded, heaving a sigh. "You're going to break the floor boards."

Sonic glanced down at the creaking steps underneath him, then sat down heavily on his haunches, huffing loudly. "I think they're sturdy enough." He complained, leaning back so that he was laying across the entire floor of the living room. "They've handled me this long."

Amy offered him an exasperated smile, shaking her head. "Maybe." She looked down at Macy again, then back up at Sonic. "Hey."

"Hmm?"

"It's your turn to rock Macy to sleep tonight."

Sonic flinched at that, green eyes widening. "Amy, wait, no, you know I can't- what if I hurt-"

"Shush." Amy scolded, depositing Macy onto his chest, their daughter blinking awake from the sudden switch in caretakers, but was quick to fall right back asleep. "You're already a wonderful father as a hedgehog, Sonic, try being a father as a werehog, too."

Sonic stared at Amy for a long moment, then switched his gaze over to Macy, and realized that he had already subconsciously moved his arms to properly accommodate his daughter, making sure she didn't roll off. "I don't want to hurt her." He admitted lowly, adoration filling his gaze as he stared at Macy, carefully brushing her bangs out of her eyes.

"You won't." Amy shrugged, then settled down on the floor next to him, leaning against him. "You're gentle. Look at her! She loves you so much, Sonic."

Sonic freed one arm from holding Macy to also hug Amy, breathing out a huff of air that ruffled Macy's quills, staring at her quietly. "I love her, too. Look how peaceful she is…"

"She doesn't care how you look. You're still her father." Amy reminded him, brushing a hand between his ears. "And you're still my husband."

"I know." Sonic beamed, a smile creeping onto his lips. "And I've never been happier about both of those facts. Thanks for putting up with me, Ames." He squeezed her arm, then turned to Macy. "And thank *you*, little one, for still wanting to cuddle with your big ol' dad, even when he has an ugly mug."

Macy just dozed on.

Sonic and Amy both took it as a "you're welcome".