As Prowl finished washing up after supper, his two younglings playing in the next room, Jazz rushed into the kitchenette buffing the last of the wax in creating a smooth clean shine to his plating "how do ah look? Did ah miss anywhere?"
Rubbing in a stray smidgen of way along his mate audio horn Prowl stepped back, "you look perfect, don't be so nervous." Warm encouragement spread through the bond helping ease the tension in Jazz's systems.
"But Prowler, how can ah not get nervous? If this meeting goes well it can change the rest of our lives, we'll both be working under the Prime himself. It'll be perfect we'll be able to provide the very best lives fer our little Blue an Smokey."
As if knowing they were being talked about the two younglings toddled into the kitchen optics brightening briefly at the shine to their sire's plating. Blue was the one to speak "Sire you looks so shiny, are you going somewhere? Where are you going?"
Before Blue could get any further a streak of mischief shot through the bond before Jazz loudly declared, "Mechs, I'm going to the moon!" Expecting a fanfare of squeals and laughter, the silence that followed his declaration was deafening.
Looking down to his sparkings Jazz noticed a moment too late as optics burned, brightening, making condensation drip and gather at the corners of crystalline blue optics before streaming down little faceplates. Atmospheric ventilation systems caught and shuttered a moment before both sparklings wailed, running and clinging to their sire's legs as though their live depended on it.
"No! Sire don't leave!"
"We promise to be good!"
"We won't fight any more!"
"I'll even share my toys!"
"Please don't go!" both cried in unison before regressing to strained beeps, chirps, whirls, and purrs, trying to sway their sire from leaving them forever.
A barely hid flicker of amusement across their bond grabbed Jazz's attention from his attempts to remove the younglings from his legs "you get them settled. I will comm Optimus and let him know you will be running late."
"I didn't think they woulda taken it literally" Jazz replied over the bond as he got the two younglings to release him long enough to kneel down and allow them to reattach to his neck as he hugged them petting their helms while cooing, and purring softly back, attempting to relax his sparklings enough that he could explain that he was not going to the moon and that he had only been kidding.
"Jazz, their sparklings they take every thing literally, they don't know any better." Feeling some guilt seep into the bond Prowl hugged his family placing a kiss on the top of each helm before walking down the hall to comm the Prime "don't feel bad they still love you they will forgive you."
Jazz felt a hint of mischief from his own mate as he added "Just to let you know Optimus's forgiveness for being late is can be easily bought. Just sneak a couple of carbine coated lug nuts past his mate Elita and you're as good as gold in his eyes"
Jazz chuckled happy to feel his younglings systems had slowed and calmed as the two drifted closer to recharge as he held them close.