Prowl sighed loudly as he watched his lover and offspring roll around upon the rec room floor having a bout of horseplay. He found the situation rather embarrassing, but the two humans at his feet were quite thoroughly enjoying the show.
"And you are saying that Jazz is Bluestreak's 'mommy?' questioned Sam with a raised eye as he watched Jazz pin Bluestreak to the floor only to be knocked off by a solid knee to the abdomen. The silver mech fell off laughing as called the grey mech a cheater resuming his tickle attack once more.
Prowl nodded in affirmation. "That is correct, Sam Witwicky."
Mikayla smiled leaning over using Prowl as her prop. "He acts more like his best friend than his parent."
The black and white officer sighed once more. "Jazz is …the most immature creator ever to grace Cybertron."
"Come on now, Prowl." Of course, Sam would come to the defense of his second favorite bot on the base. "I'm sure that isn't true...give the guy a break. He is just having a little fun.."
"No, it's true. They gave him a plaque and everything. Go ahead..ask him. He will show it to you…I think he had it engraved and mounted. He's quite proud of it actually. "
Mikayla face palmed; only Jazz would be proud of an accomplishment like that. Just what did Prowl see in the guy anyway....