He dipped his fingers into the crib, smiling as the tiny hand wrapped around it. His son. HIS son. He found it strange, after all the time he was sure he would never settle down, never start a family. And here he was, sitting over a crib in a dark room, with his son.
Chase, that was his name. The beautiful name his wife had come up with.
Funny that too. He had a wife. He remembered popping the question. Kneeling down upon one knee and pulling an expensive rock out. He even remembered asking her out. And he remembered all the simple things.
Sitting on the end of a dock on a vacation with all of their friends, wrapping his arm around her shoulders... Having her head lay against the side of his chest. Cuddling each other in a bed, just innocently tied up together. Laughing at inside jokes they shared only with each other...
He had come so far.
And she was proud of him. As she stood at the doorway of the room, watching him play with their son. Their son...
His gaze found hers, and their smiles matched. He found it really strange, he had made a life... A life, with this woman. They had created this living creature together. With nobody else's help. And looking down at the infant hedgehog, he was proud of himself. He was proud of everything he had done.
As she picked their child up... He realized... This was his family. And it was a damn good one.
But he wasn't sure if he was done just yet.
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A/N: Probably the most cliche thing any shipper can do. Making up names for their ships' children. Chase and Emmy are mine though. They are both derived directly from their parents names, however. So they fit for their cause. Let me know if you'd like to hear more about these two.