A few months down the road and after several intense battles with the Decepticons, Primus knew it was time for Optimus to spark his precious sparklings. Optimus had been kept on bedrest the last couple weeks because he was too big and too precarious to be up and about, especially with carrying five little ones inside him. Optimus hated being on bedrest, even if he was still allowed to make decisions based on intel gathered. HE had always been an active bot and this not being active bothered him.
Mirage tried to help as best he could. "Beloved, you are due any day now, please rest" Mirage begged.
"Easier said than done" Came the retort form Optimus. He didn't mean to be sour, but the pain and being inactive made him not feel like himself.
"No need to be a sourpuss, baby" Mirage replied, seeing if he could bring out the more cheerful Orion. It worked.
"I don't wanna be a sour puss" Orion pouted. It was cute.
"I know, babydoll. Is there anything I can do to help?" Mirage asked.
"Well… can …can I pleasure you?" Orion asked, knowing he was in pain but hoping this would help him feel better.
"Sure can, baby. And I will pleasure you" Mirage stated and both began pleasuring each other. Mirage had heard sometimes an interfacing session will induce sparking and he hoped this was no different. And just after the tow overloaded, Optiums came back with a loud yell.
"Mirage to Ratchet….come in Ratchet" Mirage stated, knowing what was coming.
"Ratchet here, what's up?"
"Optimus is starting to spark" Mirage stated.
"Be right there" Ratchet stated and he rushed off to the quarters of the Prime. Mirage opened the door and Optimus was laying the right way in the berth. "Alright, Prime, you push when you feel a contraction" Ratchet stated. Optimus did as told and the first mechling nearly flew out of the sparking canal. Ratchet barely caught it in time. Mirage didn't look very pleased at that, but the little one was safe. HE was a beautiful combination of coloration form both Optimus and Mirage and had a build more like Mirage.
Once that little one was in the special crib berth, the next two emerged much more slowly. Both were big like Optimus or even Peacekeeper. Mirage knew his mate was in pain. These next two were precious femmes, one sky blue in coloration while the other was a soft green. Both had white trim. Ratchet scanned them over and found them to be just fine. HE placed them also in the special crib berth and then returned to Optimus.
The next mechling came out slower than his brother but quicker than his sisters. This sparkling had a nice silver streak down each leg and arm. He shook his sparking fluids everywhere as he was sparked. Ratchet tried to scan the little one over, but the little one made it difficult. Mirage snickered, as it was just too funny. Soon Ratchet put this little one in the crib berth and returned to Optimus. But something didn't feel right.
Ratchet scanned Optimus and found something he didn't like, the last little one was had the cord around its tiny neck. Ratchet knew there was no way this one would spark normally without strangling itself. Ratchet sighed. "I have to open you up" Ratchet stated, and without further delay, Ratchet opened up the Prime. He had to move past a lot of wiring and parts to reach the chamber buried deep inside the prime.
Optimus was growing nervous as he waited. Mirage did his best to keep Optimus calm, but it was barely working. Ratchet soon reached the chamber and removed the little one. It looked purple and like it wasn't going to make it. But Ratchet wasn't one to give up. Ratchet quickly and thoroughly closed Optimus back up and then worked on the little one with everything the medic had. Mirage and Optimus could only watch to see if their last sparkling would make it.
Suddenly, a small cry broke out. Ratchet let out a sigh of relief, as did Optimus and Mirage. The last little fighter was a mechling, green in coloration with white and red trim. "He's a fighter" Ratchet said, placing the little one in with the rest of the sparklings. Optimus and Mirage could hardly believe it. Their family had grown once again. Ratchet, after checking over the Prime and all the sparklings as well as Mirage, soon left.
"You know, beloved, we need to name them" Mirage uttered excitedly. He was happy to see all five were happy and healthy.
"To true. Any thoughts?" Optimus asked, still a bit tired from the whole ordeal.
"Well, Luckystar for the youngest mechling, and Silverstreak for the one with silver down his limbs" Mirage stated.
Optimus nodded those were good names. "And how about Bluesky for one of the femmes, and Sea green for the other?" Optimus asked.
"I like Bluesky, but Sea green?" Mirage questioned.
"Well, you have a better Idea?" Optimus asked.
"Well…. how about …Peacemaker" Mirage suggested, starting to run out of ideas.
"That sounds like a better name for the oldest mechling" Optimus stated. Optimus thought that sounded more like a mechling name anyway instead of a femme name
Mirage had to agree with that. "Well, how about Spearmint for the other femme?" Mirage suggested, hoping this last idea sounded better.
Optimus smiled. That was better than Seagreen. "I like it much better. And apparently so does she" Optimus said, noting a coo from the femme.
"Well, welcome to the world Peacemaker, Bluesky, Spearmint, Silverstreak, and Luckystar" Mirage said, softly touching each as he said their name. Each cooed at the soft touch. "And thank you, my beloved, for such beautiful sparklings." Optimus just nodded and fell into recharge. Mirage would have joined him, but he had to watch the seven little ones. He was in awe as all were so healthy, including Flasher and Peacekeeper. He hoped that they stayed that way for a while.