A/N Finally a sequel to Never Giving Up On You. I feel a little out of practice because I haven't had much time to write and I haven't written this ship for a while. I hope they don't sound too out of character. Anyway, this fic is more slice of life and a mix of random headcanons about Jack and Arcee living on earth with their daughter. I'd like to explore more of Abigail adjusting to her life after Silas and how Arcee adjusts to living on earth permanently. I kind of enjoy writing family orientated fics the most.

Also huge thanks to my new betareader Dezzy (Destiny_Lovell) on AO3 for her help.

Enjoy~

"Well, what do you think?" Jack said standing inside the large empty room with his arms outstretched.

"What is this place?" Arcee said looking around her. The room was huge, it's ceiling big enough for her 15foot frame to stand up in. The floor was plain concrete with oil stains and tire tracks. Two car lifts were set into the floor, there was a stack of old tyres in one corner and a row of shelving with various tools hung on the wall. There was also a tyre pump, jumper cables littered around the floor and some empty oil barrels. The windows of the room were large and let in plenty of light, though most of them were broken.

"It used to be a mechanic shop and now it's going to be our home," Jack smiled proudly. "It needs some work to make it liveable for Abigail and me but once it's finished it will be perfect. Mom and Bill helped me find it."

Arcee didn't know what to say. She just smiled as he continued to enthuse about where they were going to sleep and where Abigail's room would be, then the kitchen, living room, dining area, and bathroom, which wasn't so important to Arcee. The past few weeks they'd been living with Jack's parents but it was kind of too small for the three of them. Arcee didn't have much space to sleep in the garage, Jack had his own room and Abigail slept with Jack's younger sister Jacey. With Jack's youngest sibling on the way, the house was starting to feel cramped. Jack also felt he needed his own space for his family.

The mechanic shop was a few blocks away from where his mother and step-father lived and near the outskirts of the town of Jasper. The building itself was as tatty as anything and run down, it had been abandoned a few years ago. At the back of the shop was a door that lead to the private living area. When Jack's step-father had suggested it to him he knew it was exactly what his family needed and now that Arcee had seen the place she couldn't agree more. At least she had plenty of room to stretch out and no longer would need to sleep in her vehicular form.

"I guess, it will do," she said to Jack who was waiting for her reply.

"You'll see, Cee, it'll be great," he smiled. "We'd better head back. Mom will have dinner ready soon."

Arcee transformed into her vehicular mode and Jack ran his fingertips along her saddle, causing her to shiver, then hopped on. "At least we'll get some alone time once we have our own place," he said softly near to her audio receiver.

"Indeed," she revved her engine and they headed to Jack's parents' home.

"Ackie!" Jacey ran up to Jack when he walked through the door, she'd obviously heard the garage door and had been waiting for him. "Hey sis," he said picking her up for a cuddle. "Where's Abigail?"

"Wid mommy," she said.

Jack followed the smell of his mother's cooking and entered the kitchen to find his mother and daughter at the stove.

"That's it you keep stirring the sauce, sweetie," she instructed her granddaughter.

"What's for dinner?" Jack asked them.

"Spaghetti," Abigail smiled, "grandma June helped me make the sauce."

"So, how did the house hunting go?" June asked.

"Well, it needs a lot of work but it's just what we need."

"I'm glad to hear that," she replied rubbing her stomach. It was starting to ache somewhat and she hoped it was just Braxton Hicks.

"Are you okay, mom?" he asked noticing his mother's discomfort.

"I'm fine, Jack, now go set the table with Jacey,"

"Come on squirt, let's go," he said going over to the cupboard where the plates were stored.

Twenty minutes later they were all sat at the wooden diningroom table, his step-father had arrived home from work too. His step-father, who happened to also be his boss, talked about work and Jack discussed the prospect of moving into his own house with his family.

"Why can't we stay here with grandma and grandpops?" Abigail said dismally and looked down into her almost empty plate.

"Because, Abby, this house is too small for all of us." Jack rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

"You know, Jack, in a few more weeks school will be starting, have you thought of which school you're going to send Abby to?" Jack's mother said trying to change the subject.

"What's school?" both Abby and Jacey asked.

"It's a place you can go to learn," Jack tried to explain.

"Learn what?" Abby said.

"Well you know like read and write, and maths, and make friends,"

"I know how to read." Abby rather matter-of-factly. "When I was with….," Abigail trailed off and got down from the table. She tried to force the bad memories away of the time she was held captive, all the hours spent alone and her only company were the books in her cell. At the time though, she didn't realise she was a prisoner, only when she escaped did she finally know what freedom was. She lifted her hands and clutched her head trying to block out everything.

"Abby, wait," Jack said going after his daughter. "It's okay, you're here now you're safe." He said holding her close to him. "I didn't mean to upset you." Sometimes he forgot that it had only been two months since they had found her. Before that, she had been living with a madman as his lab experiment. Jack couldn't even start to imagine what she had been through. He kissed the top of her head and brushed her jet-black hair out of her face. Slowly she lowered her arms. From behind them, they heard the sound of plates breaking.

"Sugar!" he heard his step-father say.

"Mom!" Jack called out behind him. Abigail and Jack rushed into the kitchen. "Are you okay?"

"Junior has decided to come early," his step-father informed him while he rubbed his mother's back. She was holding onto the back of the chair and bent over. "Can you get your mother to the car while I get her things for the hospital together?" With that his step-father rushed upstairs.

"Sure," Jack replied and started to rub his mother's back like his step-father had been doing. Jacey started to fidget in her high chair and was confused about what was going on. Abigail was also unsure about all the chaos going on around her.

"It's okay, Jacey," June reassured her as she breathed her way through another contraction.

"Grandma?" Abigail was starting to panic too.

"Jack, see to the girls first. I'll be okay for a minute." his mother told him and Jack let Jacey out of her highchair, a little toddler meltdown was brewing.

"Abby, I need you to be a brave girl. Can you take Jacey a hold of Jacey for me while I help grandma to the garage?"

"What's happening, daddy?" she asked taking a Jacey who was on the verge of tears.

"Grandma is going to be alright, the baby is on its way," he assured her then went over to his mother and wrapped her arm around his neck. "Ready?" They stumbled through the dining room into the kitchen and to the garage door.

"Jack, what's wrong?" Arcee asked when he entered with his mother groaning in pain.

"The baby is coming," he said.

"Does it have to come now?" Jack shot Arcee as look as if to say 'really'. "Okay, I guess it does," she added.

"Damn it, I forgot the keys," Jack swore.

"Language, Jack," his mother scolded him. "Go get them I'll be alright for a minute." Jack rushed inside the house and grabbed the keys off the kitchen counter just as his step-father was bumbling down the stairs. He settled his mother in the passenger seat of the car as his step-father entered the garage with a large duffel bag.

"Can you watch Jacey while we're gone? We'll let you know when we're at the hospital." his step-father said as he tossed the bag into the back seat and Jack handed him the car keys.

"Sure," Jack said taking Jacey from Abigail. Jacey was starting to cry as she saw her father get into the car.

"Dada," she called out and tried to push Jack away. "No want Ackie,"

"Shhh… Jacey, ow, don't hit," Jack tried to calm the wriggling toddler. The garage door opened and the car rolled out onto the street. Jacey saw her parents leaving and went into full toddler meltdown. Jack sighed, at least he hadn't had to go through this with Abigail. Once the garage door closed Arcee transformed from her motorcycle form into her bipedal form.

"Now what?" she asked looking at Jack holding onto the screaming toddler. Abigail was still looking around nervously.

"Now we wait," Jack called over the top of Jacey's cries. "I'll go put some cartoons on, that will calm her down. You coming Abby?"

"I'm staying here," she replied and looked up at Arcee.

"Suit yourself," and Jack left.

Abigail let out a sigh and slumped down next to Arcee. "I'm never having kids," she said.

"That's what I said and look where that got me," she smiled at her daughter and poked her playfully.

"Mom," Abigail said and transformed into her Cybertronian form then swatted at Arcee's hand. Arcee transformed into her motorcycle form and drove around the garage while Abigail tried to catch up with her.