A/N: As requested, here's another drabble with Chase. Hope whoever wanted this enjoys it.
This was curious. The young hedgehog stared up at his parents. One second his mom was screaming bloody murder, then next she and his dad were looking fondly at something cradled in her arms.
Chase was confused. He remembered a few minutes ago, his mom even yelling out profanities- things she seldom used. Cursing her dad out, while he held her hand, whispering to her how it's gonna be okay.
Vanilla had come in and taken him away from the room, and held him in the waiting room. And sitting on her lap, he held onto the rabbit, with a vice grip. And she just smiled at him and rocked the young hedgehog in her arms.
"Is mommy gonna be okay?" He was worried, especially since he could still faintly hear her calls from down the hallway.
Vanilla smiled at him, "Yes, she's going to be just fine."
And what seemed like years later, they were finally called back. And Vanilla carried the young boy into the room, where he was now, watching his mom and dad coo at a bundle of what looked like blankets in his mom's arms. And his dad looked up at him, a big smile on his face.
"Come 'ere, bud. There's someone you gotta meet." And as Vanilla set him down, Chase took off, running into his dad's arms.
Being lifted into his father's arms, he finally saw what was in his mother's arms.
"Chase, meet Emmy. Your sister." His mom said, her voice slightly hoarse, but still gentle. And Chase reached his tiny hand out to the infant, amazed at how she grabbed his finger with such a tight grasp, and smiled.
"Hi, Emmy. I'm Chase. And I'm promise to be the bestest big brother ever."