A/N Alright, second chapter. I hope you guys are enjoying this so far, and I know this all sounds like ponies and rainbows, but bare with me. Things are going to go south VERY soon. Like next chapter soon. And once the scrap hits the fan, it's gonna get bloody, angsty, and gritty. So, plese help fuel my muse and comment. I appreciate everyone :)
"Wheeljack? Wheeljack? are you awake?"
The words, soft and tender, were followed by a gentle nudge from a warm and gentle hand on his shoulder. The Scientist onlined his optics, the light bathing the padded berth and the nightstand in sapphire hues amongst the inky darkness of the spacious berthroom. "I am now." He said gently, yet a little groggily. Yet another late night at the lab. His project was getting so close to being complete that he was putting in ridiculous hours trying to finish. At least he was making it home and not falling alseep in the lab again though. However, stasis was still a wonderfully indulgent that the white mech was trying to snap up, but, his love had precedence.
Onlining himself fully, the mech turned over to face his love; the movement causing him to gently rest his knees against her legs. "Is everything alright Minerva?" He asked in whisper; before his optics suddenly danced with panic. "Is it the sparkling? Are you ill? Do I need to-"
"No, no darling. I'm quite alright." She reassured him as he stared at her beautiful face. Warm, coral-pink faceplates complimented by a glimmering set of turquoise optics met his grey, standard plating. The soft and elegant face displayed a gentle kindness that masked a worried expression. "I-" She paused, unsure if she should bother Wheeljack about something so trivial and obscure.
The mech seemed to pick up on his mate's hesitance in the bond. They had only been bonded a few short vorns, but their bond was strong due to the strength of their love for one another. They had met through a science conference, Wheeljack talking about upgrades to Cosmitrons, and her talking about new innovations for Maximal medical equipment, when they had dropped their datapads next to one another. As they both stooped to pick their speeches up, they made optic contact and the world itself stopped. Wheeljack had never seen such a beautiful femme in his life. His spark pounded, his vents cycled and he found himself unable to control his helm fins from flashing a pale pink as he met her optics that stole his spark from his housing.
And here, in the quiet comfort of a shadowed world, where it was just the two of them, his spark still skipped for her stunning gaze. Slowly, he reached for her hand and gave it a small squeeze, before taking his thumb digit and massaging gentle circles into the top of her hand. "You know I know you better than that Minerva." He said, his audio fins flashing a deep gold in concern before he willed them to shut down temporarily for his mate's comfort. "You can tell me anything. What is wrong my love?"
Minerva smiled at her mate before looking down towards her chest. Wheeljack's optics followed as hers and came to rest over her spark chamber. "It's-it's about the sparkling. I'm worried..."
The white mech felt his face take on a small glimmer of shocked concern before he chased it away. "Worried?" He asked quietly. He wasn't sure if he fully understood. "What is worrying you?" Wheeljack was a lucky mech in the sense his caste placement put him somewhere he loved. He had seen others less fortunate or less gifted complain about the lot they were given. He personally didn't mind. In fact, the LOVED his placement. The mech was a lover of scientific research, he made good money, had a nice home with his own personal mini-lab were he housed smaller projects, and not to mention countless articles in scientific journals and awards he had either been given, or was in the running for. The mech had pretty much achieved all that there was to achieve in his career, and while he loved Science more than almost anything, now, it was a time to think about achieving a family, with the one he loved most of all.
Minerva flicked her optics sideways. "All this talk of war. I heard a rumor today, that Megatron has started his campaign. There was supposed to have been a battle near the Tygerpax plateau. And...I'm...scared. For our future, for our sparkling." She looked down to the fiery-pink plating awash in the glow of her memorizing optics. "What will our little one's future be like? What if-what if war comes here?"
Wheeljack frowned lightly before gently cupping her face with his smooth hand. "It won't happen Minerva. The council is right, things will settle down. And even if they didn't, I will protect you from any harm." Slowly, the mech removed his hand from her face and gently rested it against her warm chest armor. His sensors could pick up the gentle thrum of a her stunning pink and mint-green spark. "I promise, no matter what happens, I will protect our family."
Minerva let the words of her mate sink in before she smiled, reaching up and tracing her fingers along his perfectly smooth face. "You always know how to make a femme feel better."
Wheeljack gave a small chuckle. "Anything for you my love." He said, his optics filled to the brim with endless love and tenderness. Not just for Minerva, but for his unborn child. He couldn't wait to one day hold his little mechling or femmling in his arms, to see his child take their first steps, to say his name, to snuggle close to his chassis and gently soothe them to sleep, and praise his mate for helping create a beautiful little miracle.
Minerva smiled and turned over, allowing Wheeljack to scoot closer and come up behind her. Tenderly, his arms wrapped around her, one slung around her waist, pulling her into the warmth of his body, and the other, coming to rest above the place that housed the two sparks he held most precious. Even more than his own spark. "I love you Minerva." He muttered tenderly.
Minerva shifted, her helm coming up and nuzzling into Wheeljack before she began to drift back to stasis. "I love you too."
For a few minutes, Wheeljack just laid there, quietly listening to the steady sound of soft air cycling from Minerva. His sensitive audio fins narrowed in on the spark chamber and listened to the soothing pulse of his mate's spark as he opened the bond to feel connected to her. The emotions had a twinge of worry, but most of it was an endless reserve of love, and compassion. Wheeljack said nor did nothing, just listened and felt her soul intertwined with his, when for the first time, he noticed it. Another presence was in the bond, still too underdeveloped to have a higher conscious, but it was present none the less. And then, his highly tuned audios caught it, the oh so faint thrum of another, faster pattern. His baby.
The mech paused, and let awe consume him until his spark felt like it would burst from pride and joy. With a content sigh, the mech subtly readjusted, pulling Minerva closer and he began to drift into stasis; a warm and tender smile etched gently on his face.
A/N Wow. I think I need an insulin shot from all the sweetness here. Hope you enjoyed the fluff. Up next! War.
