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Ok, this story is based on The Sparkplug Trilogy, which for all it's horrible spelling and grammar, is my crowning achievement. It starts with Baby Mine and Ends with Forever and Always My Baby You'll Be. Read those first if you want to know Annie "Sparkplug" Takahara's background, as well as the background of Shilo, Shatterstrike and Brightspark, as Tsuki Takahara and her mother Ellie, who is spark bonded to Hot Rod. I love writing for Ellie and Hot Rod. I think they make the cutest couple EVER.

I don't own Transformers! I do however own Ellie, Tsuki and... Oh my god, Camui Takahara? Shatterstrike Hide and Brightspark Prime. And of course... Sparkplug.

Introducing our new characters! OMG YAY. Say hello to Samantha " Sammy" Takahara OMG, GASP! WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?! Yes folks, welcome to the future. A future, were Ellie and Hot Rod's SON Camui, has married Sparkplug! Like OMG nowai. Yes wai. P.S, Cookie for anyone who can guess why they named their son Camui!

Other important characters to know:

Shilo and Bradley Bee- Sam and Bumblebee! OMG!

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Chapter One- Baby mine.

Bradley cracked open one ice blue eye, a soft smile crossing his hologram's face. With a purr, he nuzzled against the beautiful brown haired woman sleeping beside him. He couldn't believe it had actually been twelve years since that fateful day when his life had come back and the world had become beautiful again.

Shilo woke and smiled at him, melting his spark. "Morning Bee."

He placed a tender kiss on her lips. "Happy anniversary beautiful."

"BEE!"

The frantic shout across the Com caused him to fall off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. He glared half heartedly at Shilo, who had burst out laughing and angrily sent a message back to Sunstreaker.

"It's my anniversary. Go away."

Sunstreaker's reply made his gas tank clench.

"Bee, Sparks is in labor."

In one swift movement, he was digging around for his pants, glancing at Shilo, who was looking worried.

"Bee?"

With a grin he looked down at his Spark-Bonded.

"Sparks is in labor"

It only took a second for her to join him in the hurry to get dressed. Their little girl was about to be a mommy.

Across town, Ratchet was throwing the mother of all fits. No one was safe as she frantically tore around her medbay, yelling orders and hurling tools as the Autobots scrambled to get everything ready for the birth of the daughter of their baby girl.

The birth of the daughter of a Prime.

This was the proudest moment in Autobot history, for more then one reason. Scampering around behind her mother, was the youngling who had been lovingly given the nickname "Mini-Hatchet"

Brightspark had shown the same affinity for healing as her mother at an early age. Now, barely out of her sparkling years, she knew almost as much about the Med-Bay as Ratchet. This would be her first time assisting in a birth and her parents couldn't be prouder. Optimus was practically glowing as he watched over them, from the corner where he had been shoved.

Cute or not, he knew better then to get in the way.

Sunstreaker was breaking every speed limit known to man and some that weren't. Curled up in his back seat, was the little girl who had grown to mean as much to him as his twin and she wasn't doing well. Each cry of pain tore a hole in his spark, making him more and more panicked. Calm filtered through him as Sideswipe reached through their bond, offering comfort and strength as he trailed behind, inches from the yellow Lamborghini's rear bumper.

A moment later, a bright yellow Camaro with black racing strikes fell neatly into formation. All three cars smiled as a tiny voice came over the com, even sounding as official as she did, there was nothing cuter.

"Uncle Sunstweaker, mommy wants to know your ETA."

"Fifteen minutes kiddo, are you ready for us?"

"Yesh!"

Sparkplug's scream shattered the air. Sunstreaker almost hit a pole as something warm and wet gushed all over his back seat.

In the front seat, Camui Takahara screamed in unison with Sunstreaker. Sparkplug kicked the back of his seat. "S...Sunny... For fuck... Fuck... FUCK!"

Sunstreaker tried to lighten the mood with his usual humor while he opened the "adult" channel they had created for communication that didn't involve the sparklings. "Fucking is what got us into this mess Sparks..."

"Ratchet, we have a problem. Sparks just popped..."

"Slow the fuck down Sunny! Primus, that's my pregnant daughter you almost crashed into a pole with!"

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

Sunstreaker was so focused on what was going on in his back seat that he didn't even flinch at the fury in Bee and Ratchet's voices. In fact, the only indication that he had even heard any of them as they continued to yell at him, was that he slowed down...

Until he slowed to a complete stop and stopped responding.

"Sunny? SUNSTREAKER! Report slaggit!"

After a moment of utter silence, a phrase that every autobot knew by spark came across the com.

"I...Have a baby in me..."

There wasn't a face without a shit eating grin on it when as the normally wild, unabashed Lamborghini reverently, almost politely pulled into the garage.

Life was good.