Streetwise was finally let out, but from the murmuring from Blades and Slingshot, who was visiting, he almost wished he were back in the repair bay. He ignored the stares he got and walked quickly to Groove's room, frowning lightly to find it empty. He figured that the motorbike will be back soon, so, he sat on the bed. However, the sedatives hadn't fully worn off and the next thing he knew it, he was in the bed, blanket draped over him. He blinked, looking over to see Groove drinking energon and reading a datapad. Streetwise smiled sleepily, "Good read?" he asked as Groove slowly looked at him, smiling back and nodding. "More importantly, how was your sleep?"
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A few days later, First Aid had called Streetwise to the medical bay, he still didn't know who the father was, but that wasn't why he required the cop car. He had to tell him what to expect of he chose to keep the sparkling, which, of course, he did decide to keep. "Alright," Started the medic, "The first months are going to be the most energy draining, when your body is preparing the sparkling, developing the spark and producing the protoform fluid. At about the fourth month, the body will start to form in your sparkling chamber, there will be visible changes to your body." He said, giving Streetwise a moment to take it in. He eventually nodded, "Go on." First aid nodded again, "Once the body is developed, which takes about four months again, there will be one more month of carrying, where the spark is getting transferred into the sparkling, where armour colours, personality traits and optics, headlights and such will be activated. Although, the sparkling will be active before the spark is in, feeding of your energy, its only the body getting used to movement." First Aid stood back to watch Streetwise's reaction. Streetwise sat there and thought a little bit, it was going to be hard, but he was sure that with some support... he should be able to brave it. He eventually nodded. "I understand" he murmured.

After a check up, Streetwise went to see Groove, who was sitting on the couch quietly. He sat next to him and glanced, coming closer. "Groove..." He murmured quietly, looking around quickly, "I think we should tell... First aid and Hot Spot" he said. Groove slowly turned his head to look at him, Streetwise perked up again, "I don't want to have to hide from them to spend time with you anymore" he said. That made Groove pause, he looked over the almost worried expression of Streetwise. "Come on..." he murmured, standing up, soon followed by Streetwise.

Hot Spot looked at the two mechs after hearing who the father of Streetwise's child was. "I understand your decision to keep it, however, this means it will be a danger for you to go out on patrols and missions" The protectobot leader said, "I understand" Streetwise replied, nodding slowly. "This also means," He looked to Groove, "That I can allow some flexibility to give the two of you more time, but, you must understand that Groove will still need to go on patrols, so there will be times where you two won't be together. And," He then turned to look at Streetwise, "There will be times when you will be completely alone, rarely, but it is possible if we must draw back a decepticon attack." He said, Streetwise frowned, "Wait... One thing, I'm not going to be changing or anything for four months, what's wrong in going out at that time?" "That's not the point, you are already developing another spark and protoform fluid" Came First Aid's voice from behind them. Hot Spot nodded in agreement.

A week passed, Streetwise lay alone on his bed, sighing. It was the middle of the night, and he always woke up feeling nauseous. And he always felt sad when there wasn't anyone to hold onto. Groove had a late night patrol and it would be at least another half an hour until he got back...

Next thing he knew it, he was cuddled up to Groove, it was morning and Groove was fast asleep. Streetwise figured he'd fallen back to sleep not long after he'd woken. He was completely fine with laying there with his lover... "Love you..." Streetwise whispered before leaning close and closing his optics. He didn't go to sleep however, just listened to the humming of Groove's recharging systems, listened to strains of his voice in his air intakes and outputs and smiled at the other's reassuring presence and warmth.

Later that day, Streetwise had some hot energon. He'd been having to consume more fuel than normal. In all honestly, he felt guilty, but First Aid and Groove both reminded him why. He watched the human broadcasting and listened to the rain outside. It was lonely, Groove was having a prep talk with Hot Spot, about everything that was going to come and First Aid was mending Blades' rotors. He decided to fly to the mountains nearly in such strong wind. He had also experienced a few short circuits. Streetwise wasn't complaining, he just felt a little down. Some tension from Blades had been released, but the cop car always felt so... shifty around Blades, he always felt he was about to snap at the helicopter...

Later on, Groove returned from his briefing. His smile was small and gentle as he squished in next to Streetwise, hands wrapping around the white Mech's waist, catching him by surprise. However, when Streetwise saw his hugger he smiled widely. "Hey!" His smile turned into a grin, leaning back on the other. The two sat like this for some time... that was... until Groove was called out. Streetwise stood also, watching with a frown as the rest of the team left. Hot Spot sternly told him to remain back. Streetwise knew that all of them going out only meant one thing... decepticon attack. He watched them leave. After about half an hour of waiting, pacing, fretting, Streetwise just curled up on the couch, trying to distract himself with the television. He knew he shouldn't be worrying so much, but he couldn't help it!

The rest of the team arrived home. Streetwise stood up, he was so panicked... He gasped as First Aid came in, carrying Groove...