Hey guys!
I know I haven't updated in like 3 weeks and I'm sorry for that. I'm trying to keep up with the updates. Also, I'm sorry about this being so short. The next one will be longer. Plus, I have too many damn ideas to write down. Anyways…
"'Bee's radio."
"Talking."
"Thoughts."
Enjoy peeps,
-Squid:)
I sat on a rickety chair, cradling my children as I took in my surroundings. We were in a gray room. In front of me was a table and a tinted black window that I'm sure had people scrutinizing us behind it. Aubrey and Jacob had been given back to me and calmed down. I looked soothed as well but on the inside I was a wreck. Nearly three hours ago, I'd given birth to alien children and had a happy moment to spend with my love and their father before it got ripped away from me. I could no longer cry, seeing as I bawled the tears I could in the helicopter. I felt the need to attack these men. They almost killed 'Bee. For all I know, he could be. For all I know, they could kill me in the next minute and take my children away from me or make me an experiment because of my children's birth. I can't think about that, though. Positive thoughts, 'Lia. Think, positively.
I looked up from my little girl's face at the sound of the room door opening and yelling reached my ears. Jacob stirred in my arms as the voices got louder. "…But sir I—"
"Don't interrupt me! I deliberately told you to not to use force or to bring anyone back to this facility unless we have their consent. From the report here, it says you took down an Autobot and used force against his companion and offspring?"
"…"
"That's what I thought."
A gray haired man, a warm smile plastered on his face, stepped into the holding room followed by baldie who, as usual, wore an agitated frown. The aged guy sat down in the other chair across the table, folding his hands as he went. "I'm Agent Yuri Welch, Head of Sector 8. What's your name?"
"Dahlia Monroe," I replied softly, yet still harshly glaring down Agent Baldie. Agent Yuri chuckled.
"I see you got off to bad start meeting us," he said pointedly looking at Baldie too. I snorted and jostled the babes accidentally in my arms. "Look, for starters, my representative was only supposed to talk to you and your partner about how you conceived these two human-like children."
"I think it should be pretty obvious," I drawled out rolling my eyes. "We had sex. Duh."
"That isn't possible! Chief, she's lying to us! That's why she didn't want us to take those things away—"
"If you'd let my ass finish I'd tell you how," I snapped at baldie. Sorry, I can't remember his name. "One of the Autobots created something called a holoform. It looks and acts human but it's not and can be shut on and off whenever needed too and as you know it's able to conceive. I had sex with a holoform and it brought me these twins. They're part alien; I know this. But they're still human and so help me god if you hurt my children, my foot will be so far up your ass you will be eating feet!" By the time my little rant finished, I was seething. I didn't know if it was because my maternal instincts were kicking in or the fact that I was still hormonal.
"Don't worry, Dahlia. I or any other operative have no intention of harming you or your family. I just wanted to check your children's progress."
"Progress at what?"
"That's for another meeting."
My voice barely reached a yell. "Why the hell am I meeting you again? I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"Escort Miss Monroe off the premises, please," he told Agent Baldie. What's the point in bringing me here if they weren't going to do anything?
"What the shit," I muttered to myself, following the grumpy Agent out the area.
…
NEST Base—Nevada: 1:03 a.m.
It took the helicopter four hours just to get back the base where cleanup had commenced. I spotted a few familiar faces across the desert area but no bots. "Dahlia!" Will Lennox's dirty face greeted me with a bright smile before his eyes rested on the two bundles nestled in my arms. "When they come into the world?"
"A couple hours ago, I think. Then I was abducted by the black suit guys and now they brought me back." I shrugged my shoulders, a look of annoyance crossing my face. The Sector 8 guy left as quickly as he came, leaving Will and me to stroll into the base.
"That explains what happened here," I heard him mutter to himself. "Oh, your boy bot's lookin' for ya."
"Oh thank Primus!" I exclaimed startling Jacob from his sleep. He didn't cry or anything. He just stared at me and then back at Lennox. He gestured if he could hold Jacob. I gave him over smiling as I did. "Yeah, I thought 'Bee was dead."
"Why'd you think that," Will asked, tickling my little guy's face. Jacob gurgled out a laugh leaving a trail of spittle as he did so.
"The dumb ass Sector 8 guys shot him with a miniature rail gun and almost caused him to short circuit! I swear to fu—"
"Language!" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I swear to fragging Primus I wanted to strangle them. Happy?"
"Very much so. As a parent, you should be cautious as to what you expose your kids to. I try not to let Annabelle see anything that is explicit or war
"And yet you have Ironhide as your guardian?"
"The point I'm trying to tell you is that to censor your children to the bad things, y' know? Until they're ready." I pondered what he said and realized he was right. Because of my potty mouth, my darlings' first words might be ass or slag or some shit like that.
"From now on, I'm coming to you for parental advice on how to raise children. You could be like my mentor or something," A hot mentor at that, "since you've had experience raising a kid."
"I'd take you up on that offer."
"What offer?" I was too busy staring at the soldier and planning future play dates in my head to see Bumblebee's holoform walk up. 'Bee stared at us with such an intense look it almost unraveled the emotions and needs I had pint up. His hand placed itself on my waist, pulling me flesh against his body and into a soft kiss. Will's cough and Aubrey's squirming between our bodies forced us to stop.
"Oh, yeah." I turned away from a smirking 'Bee and back slightly uncomfortable Will. His reddened face matched my tomato one. "I was just asking if he would give us a few pointers on raising children."
"We don't need him to raise our sparklings."
"But we don't know what the he—heck we're doing!"
"Can't we use the internet?" I felt like slapping the back of dirty blonde head of his.
"You can't raise a baby from the Web!"
"Fine."
I arched a brow. "Fine?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Ah, okay?" Will said awkwardly handing me my baby. "Here's your kid. I need to get back to work and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."
'Bee grunted his response. "Don't worry. We will." When the Lennox soldier sauntered back outside to his other duties, I delivered a sharp kick—since I couldn't use my hands—to the back of calf, which did nothing but get my point across. "What the hell is your damn problem? You act like he did something to you."
"I just don't want to lose you to him." Jacob poked an arm out, his little baby hand grappling for my hair.
I stifled a laugh. "Where in tarnation did you get an absurd idea like that?"
"Jealousy, maybe," he mumbled, stalking off toward his quarters where his alt mode rested. I followed.
"'Bee, wait! You know I love you right? And you know I'd never leave you especially to go run off with some hot piece of ass that's married."
He whirled around, wide-eyed. "You think he's…smokin'?" I shrugged.
"He's not sexier than you. No one is." A grin split across his face. "Now that your ego's still intact, let's get down to business."
In a swift motion, Bumblebee had turned me around and wrapped his arms my waist. He rested his head on my right shoulder looking down at our precious gifts. "We make 'em good…Sugarplum, how 'bout we try for s'more?" The pads of his thumbs drew patterns on my lower back causing a tingly sensation to run the length of my spine. Giving him a crooked smile, I shook my head.
"What will I ever do with you?"
A/N: I know. Short chappie and really boring too. Next chapter I promise something good will happen. Don't abandon me yet my fellow readers and reviewers!
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-Squid:)