"You should go talk to him Jazz," said Ratchet as he disabled Wheeljack's voice box so he couldn't say anything while he spoke to Jazz.

"I don't want to," Jazz said in a sparkling-like manner. Ratchet sighed.

"Jazz you'll upset your sparklings the longer you stay away from Prowl."

"I don't care. He doesn't want them."

"Do you want them?"

"Yeah! But Prowl doesn't! I don't want to talk or see him." Jazz crossed his arms and Ratchet sighed.

"Jazz, you and Prowl aren't the only ones who's gone though something like this."

"I know."

"A different couple here went through the exact same thing you're going through now." Jazz looked up at the medic.

"You and 'Jack?"

"No Jazz. Hound and Mirage did." Jazz stared at him with a 'Are you serious?' face.

"Hound and 'Raj did?!"

"Yeah. Mirage didn't want their sparkling. Hound was upset for about a week but then they made up after Mirage accepted the fact that he was hurting both Hound and the sparkling." Jazz sighed.

Prowl walked through the halls for the ARK looking for Jazz.

"Hey Prowl. Are you looking for Jazz?" He turned around and met Hound; with a smile plastered on his face.

"Hey Hound. Yeah I am."

"He's in the med-bay. I just swung by there to see if I could get Ratchet to give little Illusion a checkup. He's been purging."

"You and Mirage finally settled on a name?"

"Yeah. Illusion. 'Raj wouldn't let me call him Hound Junior." Prowl laughed and Hound smiled.

"Thank you for telling me Hound."

"No problem Prowl." Hound walked towards his and Mirage's quarters. Prowl walked to the med-bay.

Jazz looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"Um...J-Jazz?" The visored black and white mech looked over at the door

"What do you want?"

"I'm sorry. I was a glitch." Jazz felt his spark pull and he got up and hugged the smaller mech tightly Prowl sobbed in Jazz's shoulder.

"It's all right Prowler. Everything's all right now." Ratchet smiled and then frowned when he got a comm from Wheeljack.

"Scrap!" Both Prowl and Jazz looked at the medic as he ran quickly out of the room.

Later

Jazz smiled and ran his servo over Prowl's abdomen.

"I hope they're mechs," said Jazz.

"Ratchet said Femmes are easier to raise so I'm hoping for at least one femme."

"A femme and a mech sounds like a good combination," said Jazz with a smile. He kissed Prowl and reached over to stroke Prowl's door wings. Prowl shuddered and squirmed under Jazz's touch.

"Ticklish Prowler?" he laughed.

"Y-You know my d-door wings are s-sensitive!"

"I know." Jazz kissed Prowl's chevron.

A few months later

Prowl-8 months

Prowl moaned and Jazz sighed.

"Prowler you're not being tortured."

"Jazz I'm fat!"

"No you're not. That's the sparklings. That's a good thing. That means they're going to be strong and healthy." Jazz rubbed Prowl's abdominal armor.

"I'm fat." The visored mech sighed.

"Prowl it's twins. It's normal to be like this. You're not fat. I promise." Jazz kissed his cheek and smiled when the sparkling kicked.

"Hello little ones." They both smiled and Prowl rested his helm on Jazz's chest.

"When did Ratchet say I should go into labor?"

"Any time now." Prowl groaned.

"Why couldn't it be now?" A Pain struck through his abdomen and Prowl gasped.

"Prowl?" Jazz asked worriedly.

"I think they're coming!"