Prowl's day had been an extremely good one, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were suprisingly well-behaved, Wheeljack hadn't been in the lab at all today, the Dinobots were happily watching Spongebob and for some reason Jazz had been very kind, offering to collect Prowl's energon for him, and even asking if he wanted a massage.
As might be expected, Prowl was very nervous.
However for now, Prowl was just enjoying the moment, for Primus's sake, even his logic center was telling him to just relax, for a little while atleast.
Prowl entered his and Jazz's quarters to start on a heap of paperwork which he had never had the time for. If he could finish this off then he would be free of work completely for today.
After several joors Prowl noticed footsteps outside the door, they were graceful and light, so it was Jazz, Seconds later Jazz entered their quarters, her optics flashing brightly as soon as she saw Prowl. She was nervous, but hid it quickly.
Jazz walked over to Prowl and put her arms around his neck, whispering things of love. This rather cute expression of love warmed Prowl's spark. Then Jazz knocked away the tactican's datapads and swirled herself onto Prowl's lap, which was slightly less cute, but more arousing, which was most likely the whole idea.
His theory was proved right when Jazz mashed their lips together, her hands wandering over Prowl's body, stroking and searching for sensitive nocks and crannys. Prowl followed suit, stroking her chest with one hand and reaching down to her waist with the other.
The two lovers continuted to stroke and touch eachother until they approached overload, they both moaned as pleasure erupted within them, their sparks pulsing in union with eachothers as their systems started to calm down.
Prowl lay on their berth, Jazz stroking a circle on his chest. Jazz appeared to be nervous again, his actions being more sluggish and clumsy than normal. No other bot would notice, but Prowl was not a normal bot, he noticed these things and formulated plans depending on the slightest detail to work.
"Prowler?" Jazz asked.
"Yes Jazz?" came the reply, Prowl had months ago given up trying to stop Jazz using his nickname.
"...I'm pregnant."
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"Hey Bee!" said Blaster while moaning the fact that he was on a boring patrol, but Jazz asked everyone to be good and not stress out Prowl, so he kept his opinion to himself.
"Yeah?" was Bumblebee's reply.
"You think Jazz will tell Prowl tonight?"
His question was answered almost a second later, when Prowl crashed though his own office window, Prowl landed with a rather loud thump, then pulled himself up, sprinting off to the distance, screaming.
"Yep" was the only thing said after that.