He woke up, reaching over to snag his glasses off the nightstand. He looked over at his partner and stroked her head.

Her hair was black, her eyes were blue, she had tan skin, a dimple and she was all his. He woke her up with a kiss.

"Raf," she murmured. "Let me sleep."

"We promised Optimus we'd hurry on over as soon as we got up." He rubbed down her arm, then he scooped her out of the bed. He chuckled down at her.

"Well, you're up, but I refuse to be considered 'awake'."

"Jazz," he laughed. He set her on the counter and gave her the mug he had bought her. "You know how Ratchet is."

"I still can't believe that they're still in their prime. You're twenty-three now, and you were hanging out with them since you were twelve."

"And a quarter," he said, laughing. "Yeah, well, Cybertronians don't age. The only reason I'm growing up is because I'm changing my physical appearance to match how humans age."

She drank hot chocolate out of her mug while Raf poured himself coffee.

"So...I'll be dead and you'll be starting over."

Raf's lips narrowed into a thin line and he nodded once. "That's how it works if Cybertronians get human mates. June and Optimus are together. They know how it is." He touched her cheek. "Come on. Let's get you checked out by Ratchet."

ooo

Ratchet was looking through the results of the test. "Jasmine is not entirely infertile, but it will take a few shots to get her carrying. So, since she doesn't want to be injected with coding, we will have to give her Seeker hormones, which will make her moody, needy, and, hopefully, fertile, with no side-effects other than the pregnancy she desires."

Raf groaned. He knew what Starscream had been like. He couldn't imagine his mate being the same way, but he also couldn't imagine her being so...sad that she couldn't have a child.

"It could also produce triplets, just so that you two are aware."

Jazz smiled as she watched the Autobots. Ratchet was tender and gentle with her, Optimus was smiling down at her... She looked over at Raf. "Triplets?"

Raf chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Go ahead, Ratchet. We have a big family to take care of them."

Ratchet injected the hormones into Jazz. Then he left Raf alone with her in a spare room.

ooo

She was demanding, needy, and moody alright. The hormones worked, just as Ratchet had promised. And Raf had never been with his mate so much in the bed. She would need only a handful of minutes to relax, and then she would nuzzle back up to him, begging and whining.

The hormones were wearing off, though, and Raf was getting exahusted. He rubbed her head as she trembled in the sheets and he sighed softly. He wrapped the blankets around her, then dressed himself.

"Ratchet, I think we need that scan."

Ratchet walked in with Optimus, the two mechs touching Jazz all over before the medic scanned her belly and showed Raf the results.

"Triplets," Ratchet said, pointing at the three little blobs of color.

Raf took the scan and laid down beside his mate, touching her cheek. "I will let her know when she wakes up..."

Ratchet looked at Optimus while he walked out of the room, raising an optic ridge. "Optimus, triplets?"

"They are Raf's creations. We will care for them as we had for Raf."

"I hope one of them doesn't turn out to be like Miko..."

Optimus tapped two index digits together as he bit his lip. "Miko might be stopping by."

"Optimus! Now one will definitly follow in Miko's footprints!"
"What was I supposed to do? Say no?"

The medic buried his forehelm in an open palm.