Ratchet laughed.
"I don't think he was expecting that," said the medic; laughing.
"Who wasn't expecting what?" Ratchet turned and Perceptor stood at the entrance to the med-bay.
"Hey Percy. It's Prowl." The CMO pointed to the black and white mech.
"Why is he passed out?" He laughed again.
"He's sparked."
"Who's the lucky sire?"
"I don't know. I don't know if Prowl knows either. He has a past with interfacing with Jazz though. He'll be the first I call down here."
"Need any help with updating his records?"
"I could use some help, Percy." Ratchet pulled out a few data pads and handed them to Perceptor.
Later...
Prowl groaned and held his helm.
"He's awake now Jazz." Prowl opened his optics and his optics met Jazz's.
"Prowler!" Jazz hugged him tightly.
"I can't believe it! You're sparked! And with twins!"' Jazz's servo gently stroked the seam of Prowl's spark chamber.
"J-Jazz...you're not upset?"
"No way!"
"But I don't even know who the sire is. It might not be you."
"It is me." Prowl looked at Jazz with a bewildered face.
"Jazz you don't know that for sure. Everyone was drunk."
"I can hold my high grade better than you can Prowler. I remember what happened most of what happened that night." Jazz gently laid next to Prowl's smaller frame and stroked the seam of his spark chamber.
"I remember you were passed out on the couch and I took you to your room. But you woke up and, very drunkly, pinned me to the wall and began to kiss me. We ended up on your berth and we interfaced." Prowl frowned.
"So you knew we interfaced and you didn't tell me?!"
"I knew you would've yelled at me like you are now."
"Well you sparked me and now I need to yell at y—" Jazz cut him off by pressing his finger to Prowl's mouth.
"Shush. You'll upset the sparklings if you yell too much." Prowl growled and Jazz kept his finger on Prowl's lips. The Datson sighed and Jazz smiled.
"I'm going to help you. I promise." Prowl sighed and then smiled.
"Thanks Jazz." Jazz smiled and pulled him closer.
"You're mine now," he growled into Prowl's audio. The Datson pushed him away, sat up, and Ratchet gave Prowl a cube of yellow energon.
"What's this?"
"Med-grade energon. You'll need to drink at least 2 cubes of this a day for the rest of your carrying period."
"2 cubes a day? Ratchet I barely drink two energon cubes a week," said Prowl.
"That's how much you need to support yourself and the two sparklings you're carrying." Prowl sighed. Jazz slung his arm over Prowl's shoulder once again and smiled.
"Don't worry Prowler. No one's going to make fun of ya. If they do they'll answer to me." Jazz patted Prowl's abdominal armor gently.
"Jazz," growled Prowl.
Later
Jazz smiled and held Prowl against him.
"I think that we should bond."
"Jazz, no."
"And why not? If we don't the little ones are going to be asking why their mama and daddy don't recharge with each other."
"Jazz you're making this up. They won't ask that."
"They will too. Please. I love ya." Prowl sighed.
"Jazz."
"Please Prowler. I love ya. I want to bond. We've got a responsibility now. We got sparklings."
"Jazz. I don't know."
"Come on. Please!" Prowl sighed and turned to Jazz.
"Fine. We'll bond." Jazz smiled brightly and kissed him gently.
"I love you."
"I...love you too Jazz."
Later
Jazz stroked his servo over Prowl's abdominal armor.
"They're going to be perfect." Prowl mumbled something and Jazz kissed him again.
"Shush your mouth." Jazz held Prowl closer to him and smiled.
"You're forever mine."
"I know." Prowl snuggled against Jazz's frame and enjoyed the heat from another being beside him. Jazz's engine hummed and Prowl fell into recharge.
"Night Prowler. I love ya." Prowl mumbled, "I love you too."