A/N Here we go!

Disclaimer: Hasbro owns Transformers.

Shout out to Prowl's little angel, CD, and every one who motivated me to continue this fic sooner than later. Thanks! :)

The Autobots sat around the rec-room as the meeting was called to order, except Cliffjumper, who was grudgingly mopping up Strawberry milk in the corner and giving scared looks at Prime. Apparently, the Autobot leader had quite a chat with him. Optimus began the meeting.

"Now, we all know by now that Prowl is sparked. As such, he's to be taken off active duty until the sparkling's arrival."

The twins looked across the room at Prowl, Prime, and Ratchet. An idea suddenly hit Sunstreaker. "So-that means Prowl's-" Sunny stopped as his brother read his mind, and started snorting trying to hold back his laugh. Sunstreaker's face turned into a prankster grin as he uttered the final word. "Preggo?" Both twins began shaking in laughter until an acid pelet whizzed by their helms and ate it's way into the wall.

Prowl had his gun trained on the set of suddenly silent twins. "Say Preggo one more time and see what happens. I dare you." He snapped.

Optimus leaned over to Ratchet. "Please put a lock on Prowl's subspace holster." He quietly whispered.

The meeting finished and Prowl was escorted by Ratchet and Jazz into the Wheeljack's lab. Wheeljack looked very giddy. "Good to see ya Prowl! Boy oh boy, a sparkling! You must be very excited!"

Prowl's lip components didn't as much as twitch. "Uh yeah." Prowl instantly felt Jazz's hand on his shoulder. He looked over to see the TIC giving him a comforting smile. Prowl couldn't help but give a small half smile. Jazz had been his friend since they first met. True, they had their differences, but they always overlooked that.

'Jazz's a good bot. He's honest, sincere, caring, he'll be a great dad...and kinda handsome to boot.' Prowl's mind reeled at that last part. 'WHOA! Where'd that come from?' He thought.!

Wheeljack came out of the back with a round crinkly looking plate. "Here we are. One paternity plate."

Ratchet took the plate and examined it a final time before turning to Prowl. "This will stretch with your growing protoform. It's going to feel different as it's soft like cloth. Take off the old one."

Prowl gingerly popped off his plate to see his once flat protoform now looking bloated. He was beginning to develop what humans called 'A baby bump'. Ratchet quickly fitted the plate to Prowl. The grey metal mesh stretched and conformed to his abdomen. Prowl suddenly got uncomfortable at the thought of how noticeable his later abdomen would be.

Jazz saw Prowl's expression turn to worry. He took Prowl's servo and gave it a small squeeze. "I'm here for ya Prowl." Something reverberated in Jazz's spark. 'Now, and always.' He thought.

Prowl heard his tank gurgle, and a thought suddenly over powered his mind. "Anybot have any oil? I'm starving."

Ratchet chuckled as he rumaged for a can of refined oil. He popped the top and handed it to Prowl who drank it with great gusto. "Here come the cravings." He announced.

Later, Prowl was in his office when a knock sounded. "Come in." Prowl looked up to see Ironhide come in. "Yes, Ironhide? What do you need?"

Ironhide hung his helm. "I'm really sawry Prowl. I waz wrong fur goin' with Cliffjumper's plan."

Prowl gave a small smile. "It's fine. You weren't aware."

Ironhide looked at Prowl's optics, and then down to the tactician's abdomen. "So, ya really are sparked?" Prowl nodded. "Then I promise, until the little un's born, I'll make shur no Con ge's close ta ya."

"Thank you Ironhide for your generous offer."

Jazz came in as Ironhide left. "Ya OK Prowler?"

"Yeah. Just...getting used to this is...challenging."

Jazz looked at Prowl's abdomen. "Uh, Prowl? Can, can I?

Prowl hesitated for a second before motioning for Jazz to bring his chair around next to him. The SIC turned to face Jazz as he took a seat. Ever so slowly, Jazz's hand made contact with Prowl's semi-pudgy belly. It rested there for what seemed like hours. He then took Prowl's other hand, and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. "We'll get through this Prowl. Together."

Meanwhile, at the Decepticon base, Soundwave quietly moved through the darkened corriders of the Nemesis. Megatron had found out an Autobot was sparked, and Soundwave was almost regretting he had said anything. Almost. He'd never betray his commander Megatron, but he had reasons for his apprehension. The first being before the war, Soundwave had a code of honor; while he'd forsaken most of it, he never let go of his oath to never endanger a Sparkling life. Unborn or not, he'd never personally hurt one. The second, he was visiting right now. He slinked down the shadows to a door that wasn't his. He didn't bother knocking as he went into the room.

A shadowy figure sat up on the berth. "Is that you Soundwave?"

Soundwave nodded. "Affirmative. Are you comfortable?"

The figure nodded. "Yeah. I'm a bit worried though. After all, I'm not use to being away from the Rain Makers."

Soundwave gave an assurance nod. "You'll be fine Acid Storm." He usually never talked like that, even with monotone, but this Con needed this.

Acid Storm stood up and walked out of the shadows. He rubbed his very pregnant belly. "You think Sunstorm will understand?"

Soundwave looked at Acid Storm's servos gently resting on his stomach. "Reaction: Unknown. My reaction if he becomes violent: Berserk." He said. Back on Cybertron, Acid Storm and Soundwave were in the same unit. While Soundwave's emotions were little to none, this mech was a friend, and some nights when Sunstorm would loose his judgment and cheat on Acid Storm, they had been friends with benefits.

Soundwave left before he was missed at his post. Acid Storm got worried. He hadn't told Soundwave this, but the night of initial sparking, he had a fight with Sunstorm after an interfacing, and he then ran to Soundwave, and they had 'faced. "Who really is your sire, little one?" He asked his sparkling bulging through his protoform.

A/N This explains Sw's behavior. Please note that I am only going to touch LIGHTLY on Acid Storm's pregnancy. This after all is a Prowl/Jazz fic. :)

Next Chapter: More moodiness, morning sickness, and a full blown sparkling bump!