Just because I could. It's a dead horse, as far as fanfiction is concerned, but I shall beat it anyways.
Couched
"Up, 'Haide, up!"
The little blonde girl squealed in delight as the giant black hand descended towards her. The day was warm, and the makeshift family was out in the back forty, enjoying the warmth and quiet so long as it lasted.
Annabelle in particular seemed to be enjoying herself. Laughing as she rode in Ironhide's hand, she seemed all but oblivious to the ground several feet below her, or her father sleeping in the shade nearby.
Ironhide of course, was very careful, and at first had only agreed to such ride after much prompting. He was a warrior, and had been for longer than most could remember. He wasn't used to dealing with things so small and delicate.
After she was done riding, Annabelle would often request other games, sometimes with Ironhide, sometimes with Will, occasionally with both. The day was spent in just such a manner, until little Annabelle curled up against the broad of Ironhide's foot and fell asleep, exhausted. Ironhide, unable to move with the child so close, was also unable to do more then utter a warning when he heard sounds approaching from the front of the house.
Will, too far away to move the child and allow Ironhide to transform, watched as one Sarah Lennox marched from the house, and towards where the three of them sat (or lay, as the case may be).
She stood before them, arms akimbo, staring up into the unyielding optics of Ironhide, and then forward to the mildly shamed eyes of her husband. Silence reigned for long moments. Annabelle, asleep, did nothing more then roll over.
Will glanced to Ironhide, who did not remove his gaze from Sarah, and who in turn stared right back. Then she turned to look directly at Will. Her eyes were steely, and her voice one of cold detachment.
"Will. There had better be a damn good reason for our two year old daughter to know about the giant robot before I do."
'Why hello couch,' Will thought. 'Nice to see you again.'