A/N: Here's the first chapter. I decided to do this one in Sarah's POV because she's Will's wife and it just seemed appropriate. Next one's going to be in Ironhide's POV though.

Looking back on it all, I'd never regret my decision of letting Will tell me a 'secret' about himself. To be honest, I had thought he was going to tell me he was gay.

Now though, I guess that I was sorta right. I mean, I had known about Will's 'guy friends' back on his home planet Cybertron, but never guessed it was like that. Though it does explain the borderline adoration I would always hear in Will's voice when he spoke of Ironhide. Will never thought I never about his 'crush.'

I had been rather furious and hurt when I had found out Will was an alien robot. Hadn't he trusted me? Though I suppose it did count for something that he had told me at all. But that didn't stop me from speaking to him for a week to think the discovery over.

When I had gone bak to him a week later, I called him immature. He had just got this relieved look on his face , any prervious agitation I'd seen on his face washed away. He had then immediately asked if I wanted to go flying. I had accepted hesistantly, since I'd never really gone flying before.

Then before I knew it; we were married.

It was surreal, I'd admit. How many women could honestly say they knew it was like to be married to an alien robot. No one, that's how many. It made feel so giddy inside that I was the only one. Will had chosen me, me, out of anyone.

From what I heard though, Robert had taken the news much better than I had. Then again, he had been like 10 when Will said he told him. Yet again, how many could say their big brother was a alien robot?

Right, no one.

Biggest shock of my life next to finding out what Will was, was finding out I was pregnant.

I took the test three times and went to a doctor to make absolutely sure.

When I had told Will the news, a strange look came over his face before staring at my stomach for an intense moment. Then suddenly, the biggest grin I'd ever see on Will's face crossed his lips, looking completely thrilled. He had lifted me up and spun around as he kissed me. All nervousness I had felt washed away as I kissed him back.

"I guess this means you're happy?" I had asked.

His grin never left his face. "Do you even have to ask?"

I smiled against his neck. "No, just wanted to be sure."

During the best( and the worst as Will kept complaining) 9 months of my life, our beautiful daughter was born. I had been a little scared that our daughter wouldn't look human, but she did. Her soft blond hair was so smooth, her bigt gray ey-optics, as Will called them, were exactly his shade of misty gray. A truly unique color he had said.

Annabelle Amaranth Lennox. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I named her Annabelle while Will named her Amaranth. He said he liked the symbolism an eternal flower had.

Though he said if Annabelle had been born a boy, he would have called her 'Halycon.' My laugh had confused him, but the completely flabbergasted look on his face had been worth it when I told him that it meant 'calm, and peaceful.' He immediately substituted it with 'Tachyon.'

I knew Will had some complex about appearing weak, but he was slowly coming out of that shell. I suppose it had something to do with that war on Cybertron he told me about.

He had been very stubborn about not telling the Autobots about himself when they arrived on Earth. His stubborn attitude was something I admired and annoyed by.

I'd only ever seen Will cry twice before in the time I've known him. The second time was when his father had died and I had stayed back with Annie to let him give his respect while his mother had gone to comfort him.

The first time was after the Mission City incident. We'd just gotten into bed when I saw how pale his holoform looked and how his hands were shaking slightly. I'd asked him what was wrong. He never said anything right away, just pulled me close and cried.

He told me about how the Allspark had been the main way of reproduction for Cybertronians since as far as anyone knew, femmes and carriers were nearly non-existent. He had expressed guilt for condemning one of his Creators if anyone found out what he was. He said he blamed himself for not stopping the Allspark's destruction.

I never interrupted him as he poured his spark out to me and just held him back.

I hate admitting even now that there was nothing more thhat I could do for him other than to be his shoulder to cry on. Then again, even alien robots need someone there for them.