Woo! Thank you all for your reviews! Some of you guys had a few questions or 'predictions'. This chapter will give the answer!

Sorry, this ones a bit short!


Ratchet opened his eyes groggily. The sunlight peaking through the blinds illuminated the entire room. He had never felt more at home on mornings like these. He shut his eyes again and turned on his side, reaching his arm out, expecting to feel the body that had previously rested next to him. He froze when said body wasn't there. His eyes snapped open and he could smell the sweet scent of food being made.

He sighed. He loved Luciana's cooking; the holoforms gave them taste buds as well, but it was his real body that did not agree with it. Energon was all he was physically able to eat/drink. He almost wished he could tell her about his race.

But why couldn't he? He could most definitely trust her, so that wasn't the issue. Perhaps it was because he would think she wouldn't trust him, but if that were true, what were they married for? Was human marriage not based on trust and love for your significant other? Or was it just something they hoped for, but didn't often put all the effort required to gain the trust needed?

Either way, he was unsure if she would ever know about him. He wasn't sure what her reaction would be and that's what scared him the most.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes. He needed that recharge, especially after the long night he'd had yesterday. Climbing out of bed, he quickly got changed into regular clothing and headed downstairs. Sneaking in the kitchen, he smirked when he saw her at the sink, cleaning a skillet. Wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, he pulled her into him. "Happy five years," he kissed her cheek.

She laughed as he loosened his grip. She turned around, putting her hands behind his neck. "Happy five years to you, too." She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed his mouth.

"I could've made breakfast," he told her, frowning playfully. "You do too much work around here."

"You were sleeping, lazy," she scoffed, grinning over at the digital clock that hung on the wall. It was well past twelve in the afternoon. "And I made breakfast for myself three hours ago. That's probably what you're smelling. I'm just cleaning the dishes."

He laughed. "Oh, so I don't get to eat anything?"

"No, silly," she rolled her eyes. "I figured we could go out and get some lunch. I'll pay."

"I'll pay," he corrected. "And that sounds fantastic." He kissed her head repeatedly before standing tall again. "When are we going?"

"Right now?" She asked with a shrug. "Whenever."

Before Ratchet could reply, the phone's obnoxious ringing began. With a sigh, Luciana watched as Ratchet went to retrieve it, running a hand through her black, wavy hair. She walked into the room to listen to the conversation.

"Hello?" Ratchet turned around, facing his wife.

"Ratchet, bad news," Ironhide's voice sighed on the other end of the line.

Ratchet groaned, closing his eyes. "What happened, Jimmy?"

Ironhide took a deep, heavy breath. "It's Sideswipe. He's going crazy, literally. He keeps running around in bipedal mode, throwing things. He's trashing the whole base up. Almost killed a few humans in the process. He's not right, still."

"Are you fragging kidding m-" Ratchet stopped himself mid-sentence and growled into his hand. "I can't do this right now-"

"We really need you here," Ironhide almost pleaded. "He's gonna end up hurtin' himself. I know this was your day off and I know it's an important date, but this is serious. If I could do something about it myself with your absence, I would."

"What's going on?" Luciana asked, concerned. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her arms were dropped to her sides.

Ratchet did not reply to her. He replied to Ironhide instead. "I understand. I'll.." he paused. "I'll be there."He hung up and slowly, very slowly, placed the phone back on the receiver. He did not turn around to face her.

"Ratchet, is everything okay?" Luciana asked, taking a step closer. "Where will you be?"

Finally, he did turn around. His eyes were full of obvious sorrow. "Luci, I'm sorry. My patient.. he's.. he's still not right. If I don't go back to the medical facility and treat him, he could hurt himself or others."

"Baby, that's fine," Luciana smiled faintly. She walked up to him and placed a calm hand on his arm. "I understand that you have patients that you can't control. I get that, okay? If you aren't busy later than we can just go out to dinner or something. If not, then we can always postpone until another time. I still need to tell you your surprise though," she added, watching as he quickly grabbed his bags and threw on his jacket.

"Can't you tell me when I get home?" He asked, smiling as he hurriedly dug through his bags, making sure he had everything he'd need.

She shook her head with a chuckle, "No! It's important!"

"Just wait until I get home later, okay?" He asked, closing his bags and placing the strap over his shoulder. He went for the door and opened it. "I love you, Luci."

"I love you too, but I really want to tell you that-" the door shut behind him and her shoulders slumped. Her eyes remained glued to the door. "..I'm pregnant."

Sighing heavily, she walked over to the couch and sat herself down. She could hear the soft engine of the Hummer as it pulled out of the parking spot and drove down the road, sirens blaring. She closed her eyes and rubbed two fingers against her right-side temple. She wanted him to know so badly. She'd been waiting to tell him since yesterday. Now, it was ruined.

Of course, she did understand that he had a job and with a job like his, came extreme responsibility. She got that. What she didn't get, was how she had messed up telling him. She should've told him while she had the chance. She should've told him last night.

But she didn't. She waited too long and this is what she got for it.

Then an idea hit her and her eyes widened. She could surprise him at work? Maybe? She could plan something with Jimmy, who she knew since she met Ratchet. He was nice. One of her favorite people. She knew where Ratchet worked, but she had never actually gone there herself.

It was worth a shot and if she decided not to tell him right then and there, it could also be her chance to just say hello to all her other friends, too. She smiled. It was such a good idea.

Stomach flipping in excitement, she ran upstairs, grabbed her jacket and car keys and dashed back downstairs. Opening the front door, she stepped outside, closing it and locking it behind her before continuing to her car.

After climbing inside her 2002 candy-apple red Monte Carlo SS, she closed the door, started the engine and drove out of the parking spot.

Her next stop: Ratchet's work.