Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, nor the OC being used here. Harmony and any other sparklings Prowl and Jazz have in the chapters after chapter 26, belong to Darkeyes.

Family is forever – Chapter 4 – Cravings

"Prowler."

"Mmmppff...what, Jazzy?"

A chuckle. "As cute as ya are when ya're wakin' up in the middle of the night, Ah have cravin's again."

A groan.

"Jazz, please, at this stage? Our sparkling is coming in the next few days and you are still craving?"

The visored mech grinned down at his lover, who had tilted his helm to the side to view him properly, light blue optics shuttering rapidly in the low light of the room. Winking a side of his visor, the saboteur replied, "Of course. Ya gettin' up?"

With another groan, Prowl rolled over and stood, blearily rubbing at his chevron and asking, "What do you feel like tonight?"

Jazz hummed thoughtfully, unconsciously bringing a hand up to rub at the seam of his chestplates, before he said, "Ah don't really know. Ah feel like heaps of things. Like...energon filled oil cakes, rust sticks dipped in oil and sprinkled with candied energon, goodies, those little red phosphorus candies, oil shakes. Ah don't know what Ah want really."

With a sigh, the doorwinged mech said blandly, "I'll just go get one of each then, shall I?"

The visored mech let out a happy squeal, bouncing on the berth like a youngling and saying, "Ah'd love that! Thanks babe!"

Prowl only shook his helm in amusement, wandering out of their quarters and heading to a storeroom he had set up especially for Jazz's carrying stage. He knew his lover was bound to have cravings, and having the storeroom made his life a whole lot easier. He yawned as he reached it, glad that Jazz's carrying stage would be over soon. He now had three things to look forward to. The separation of the sparkling, their bonding, and now not getting woken up in the middle of the night for some ridiculous request. Three weeks ago, after their sparkling had been blessed, Jazz had woken him up at night again, only he had wanted mushrooms. After telling the saboteur that Cybertronians could not eat mushrooms, Jazz had thrown a fit and cried out how Prowl didn't love him or the sparkling.

Smirking at the memory, Prowl recalled how he had gotten Jazz to calm down by giving him an energon pop.

Shuffling through the small storeroom, the black and white opened up a small cooler, finding all the things he needed. It was good to think ahead, so he wouldn't be up all night chasing down whatever Jazz wanted.

Gathering the requested items into his arms, and adding a crystal sherbet just in case - as Jazz had eaten 12 of them in one sitting before - Prowl left and padded quietly back to his rooms.

Jazz beamed at him as he entered, diving for the sweets and delicacies with enthusiasm Prowl had to admire.

If only Jazz put that much effort into paperwork...

With his mouth half-stuffed with a candied energon rust stick, Jazz said, "Mmm, yummy. Hit the spot. Thanks, sweetspark."

Prowl rolled his optics good naturedly, answering, "You are welcome, dearspark." He then laid back down on the berth on his front, reaching for one of his many pillows and bringing it so he could finally rest his helm again. "Don't make a mess," he mumbled in reminder, twitching his doorwings as they lay flat on his back. He went to shutter his optics and slip back into recharge but was stopped by Jazz's voice.

"Hey, Prowler?"

"If it's another craving pang, the answer is no," Prowl murmured sleepily. He really needed recharge.

The other black and white mech just chuckled and whispered, "Ah was just goin' to say Ah love you."

Prowl felt his spark melt and he stayed online just enough to whisper back, "I love you too." And with Jazz reaching over to stroke his doorwings, Prowl found himself slipping back into recharge before his optics even shuttered fully closed.

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