I might get this posted late tonight. I don't know but I was inspired just before I posted the last chapter and I hate to stop so I am going to write until it is time to leave for the bonfire.

I hope you liked the last chapter. I returned Optimus back to the second fic I wrote and made him a little bit of a dom type lover. I know that some women may or may not like that but I am a little old fashioned in the regard. I like a man who take charge and after seeing Optimus stand up and telling them that they had lied to them in the third movie I just find that sexy!

Please take a moment to review at the end of the chapters because I do read them. Enjoy!

Tia was extremely nervous. She had agreed about the interfacing but she was still unsure about merging. She laid in their berth listening to Prowl shower and get cleaned up from the day's duty of going out with Megatron and visiting the different bases and meeting with Ultra Magnus and Prime. She had put a night gown on but nothing else since she knew that he intended to take her tonight. Prowl had said that Ratchet recommended interfacing as soon as possible but when she had agreed she had no idea that he would be willing tonight.

Her fears from before came back to surface and she wondered if this would be her life now submitting to a mech and giving him sparklings. She didn't want to be known for that. She was an individual and the thought that she was bearing the SIC's sparkling frightened her. She was supposed to be under Allie but even Allie had let her down. She was mated to the Prime of all mechs and not just recently but had been on Cybertron as well. How could she respect Allie? Her mother had been arranged to a mech and had never been happy. Tia remembered all too well the horrors of the games that they had played in the towers. Now she was carrying the sparkling of a mech who had power over her and she didn't know if she could overcome her submissive programming.

She had not protested in his office and now she was in this predicament and she didn't know how to handle it. She knew that she didn't love him but she was afraid of how he did make her feel. Tia had never let any mech have power over her so why did she allow him?

Prowl walked out and Tia trembled as she watched him strode toward the berth. She silently slid over but he stopped her.

"No," He said. "I want you with me on this." He said. "I dominated you last time but tonight I want us on equal terms."

"It is not in my programming." She said softly.

"Then I will teach you." Prowl returned. He felt her tremble under his touch as he pulled her to him. He held her in his arms and did not try any kind of intimate touch. Prowl wanted her comfortable and he wanted her not to be afraid to approach him. He did like her and he liked that he was attracted to her so that it made this so much easier than if there had been nothing between them.

"Tia, I want you to touch me." He said as he took her hand in his and brought it to his chest. He placed it over his spark as she felt the pulsing sensation beneath his armor. Tia looked in his optics as he moved her hand over the smooth warm metal and to a seam. Her fingers curled into the seam and Prowl felt the air in his vents hitch in anticipation. He hand began to tremble and Prowl moved closer and leaned over to touch her lips softly with his. The kiss was gentle and chaste and Tia pulled at the seams of his chest plates and whimpered in want.

Prowl could smell her just as he did when he had taken her in his office so he knew that she was not adverse to him and he touched her lower lip with his glossa asking permission for entrance into her mouth. He touched her lip again over and over until Tia relented and opened her mouth for him. She grabbed his arms as he tilted her head back against his arm and Tia whimpered and grasped at him. He eased up and watched her face as he tenderly held her. He looked into her eyes and saw the desire and longing chasing the fear and doubt and he wonder which would win. He held her and waited and when he thought he would lose the battle she reached up and touched his face.

"I'm not used to this Prowl. In the office you took the control and I followed. I wanted it as much as you did but now everything is so confusing and I am not where I had pictured myself to be." She whispered and Prowl did understand but he couldn't help but wonder why she was afraid of loving him. Who had hurt her?

Do you want me to take control?" Prowl asked her gently.

"I don't know. I don't know what I want anymore." She cried softly and he hugged her to him.

"We don't have to do this tonight." He said.

"But then I will not want to try again." She returned.

"Then I will ask again. Do you want me to take control?"

Tia trembled in his arms. She wanted to say yes but then she would be giving up what she had always prided herself on but to say no could make it more difficult and a higher risk for her sparklings. She thought of her sire and something he once said to her long ago came to her. He had once said that when it came to his sparklings he would do anything to protect them regardless of how cruel her carrier had been he had always protected her and her brother. This sparkling needed to be protected and Prowl was willing to do that and she didn't want to be the cruel one. She loved the sparkling she was carrying too.

"Yes, please take control." She said tremulously. She shuddered as he hugged her again and then he kissed her softly. He was gentle as he nibbled at her lower lip and she gasped. He took advantage of it as his glossa slid into her mouth and Tia whimpered as he teased her and explored her mouth and Tia moaned as his hands slid around to her back and pulled her up against him. She trembled against him but he could smell her desire as it permeated throughout the room.

Tia wrapped her legs around him as he pulled her down to loom over her. He palmed the swell of her stomach and leaned down to kiss their sparkling and Tia cried out as if he had burned her. He pulled her gown up to her waist and pushed down her legs as he spread her and looked at her valve. She was beautiful there just as she had been that night in his office and he wondered if she tasted just as sweet as she did that first time.

He dipped his helm down and lick around her valve and Tia arched her back as she whimpered and cried. Her hand found his helm and she stroke his antennae and he shuddered from her touch. He would love to have her hands on his door wings but he would save that for later. He began to suck and lick at her valve and Tia overloaded from being extremely sensitive.

He heard her scream and cry out as she arched her back and her fluids coated his glossa. Prowl growled and Tia cried out again as the vibration of his voice struck her to the very core.

"Prowl please, I need you, please my lord." She whimpered her words and Prowl rose up and crawled up her body. He pulled the gown over her head as his interface panel retracted back. He slowly pushed into her valve. She was extremely tight, tighter than before and Prowl realized that she was swollen from carrying their sparkling.

"By Primus you feel incredibly good." He moaned out as he finally filled her to the hilt. Tia clawed at his arms, her breath coming out at pants, and she was hot and ready for his loving as he began to move inside of her. Tia moaned as he set a quick pace and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was careful not to put his weight on her due to the sparkling as he drove harder and faster in her. Tia thrashed and moaned as the energy rose higher and higher in her body until she thought she would explode with pleasure. When Prowl started pulsing her with his spark Tia started screaming with each pulse. They came so fast that she couldn't even think to send one back.

Prowl was close and he wondered what she would do if he pushed for a spark merge. Many times when he was the dominant one in the relationship he preferred merging his spark. Now missing Jazz he wanted it so that he wouldn't feel the emptiness in his spark.

Prowl released the protocols of his chest plates and allowed them to slide back in place as he gather her close. Tia had no time before she realized that her spark was returning his spark's acceptance. He merged with her and Tia went into overload taking Prowl with her.

Prowl rolled her over where she was on top but toward her side so that the sparkling wouldn't be harmed. Prowl was on his back where his door wings wouldn't be crushed. They calmed their systems down listening to the other as Prowl softly stroked her side.

"Are you okay?" Prowl asked her softly.

"Yes, thank you." She said.

Prowl smiled. "You said that in my office."

"I did didn't I." She said softly her voice reflecting the smile that was on her lips.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked her.

"No. I think that Ratchet was right. I felt sore, hollow in my spark since I suspected that I was carrying, but now I feel more at peace. I guess that is why it is better to be bonded when carrying. My mother was never happy Prowl. I remember when she carried my little brother she stayed in pain through most of the cycle. I guess it was because the only time my father ever touched her was when he wanted something from her." Tia was quiet for a moment. "What were your parent like Prowl?"

"They loved each other very much. I was number four out of six sparklings." He said quietly. He rarely spoke of his parents because they had been lost in the war. He never knew if they lived or died but Praxis had been completely destroyed during the bombings and to this day Prowl never knew what had happened to his family. He lost his older brother in the fight for Iacon. Now as far as he knew he was the only one left after he had lost Jazz but Primus was giving him a second chance with Tia. He just had to convince her that he wanted her and the sparkling.

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Raynie was tired and hastled. Their sparkling cried every night and she wouldn't sleep through the night. She was two months old and she seemed to catch every virus. It also hadn't helped that she had been premature and spent a month in a sparkling incubator. Sunstreaker had been beside himself when she had almost died and Raynie felt so helpless because she was her mother and there was nothing that she could do but watch and pray that her little sparkling would make it.

It also hurt that Raynie energon could not be absorbed by her and it was Ratchet's quick thinking that had saved her life once again. Now she was sleeping but only two hours at a time so all three of them would take shifts so that Raynie could get some rest.

"Is that Sunshine again?" Sideswipe said sleepily. He groaned as he heard their little one crying yet again for her parents.

"It's my turn. You stay in the berth and keep Raynie in recharge. She is exhausted." Sunstreaker said as he got up.

"I'm already up sweet spark but thanks for trying to let me recharge." Raynie said tired but she closed her eyes and went back to sleep. Sunstreaker rose up and got out of the berth. He padded his way to the nursery and picked his little sparkling up. She was ready for her daddy, her gold and white protoform shining in the night light that Raynie kept on for her. Sunstreaker walked her over to the rocking chair that Raynie kept for her and sat down. He rocked his little girl as she cooed and chirped at him. She loved to reach up and touch his gold armor that he meticulously waxed and shined and she giggled at him. Sunstreaker laughed softly and chirped at her and she giggled again.

"Are you hungry my little femling?" Sunstreaker asked her and she chirped and reached to let him know she was ready to be fed. He stood up and walked over to the cabinet that they kept her special formula in. He took out a bottle and walked back to the rocker.

"There you go my darling Sunshine." He said as he gave her the bottle and she eagerly took it in her mouth. She greedily took it and Sunstreaker forced her to slow down by taking away the bottle every few minutes so that she wouldn't take too much and then purge. Doc said that after starving the first few weeks of life she would instinctively try to guzzle down her formula and not to let her do that because it would cause her to purge it back up. They would only give her a little bit at a time and then burp her since bottle cause more air to get in their systems than nursing. It also helped her digest her fuel better.

She was high maintenance but Doc promised that by her first upgrade she would grow out of this stage and her body would develop more resistance to the viruses that she also tended to pick up. Sunstreaker didn't care as long as she lived and he was there to be there for her. She was beautiful and she belonged to him. He was grateful that Raynie bore the hardship of carrying because it had not been easy on her either. The constant tiredness, the purging through the entire carrying period, and the swelling in her feet and hands had left her irritable and hard to live with. Even now she still hadn't recovered from the hardship and then a difficult premature birthing but Sunny and Sides lavished her with gifts and love while supporting her and helping her with Sunshine.

"My little sweet spark is getting tired." He told her softly. Her green optics were getting heavy as her hands slowly started to fall relaxed at her sides. Her little mouth kept sucking even as she started recharging and Sunstreaker slowly took the bottle away and carefully brought her to his shoulder that had the burp cloth and patted her again to make sure there was no air in her tiny tank. He laid her back down in her crib careful to place her on her side in case she spit up in recharge and walked back to the berth room. He made a space in the berth by shoving Sides over and laid down. His optics dimmed immediately and he fell in recharge as soon as his helm hit the pillow. Raynie moved over and wrapped her arms around him and he snuggled into her.

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"Ratchet, do you think it was wise to tell Prowl to encourage Tia to interface?" Doc asked.

"Yes, you know as well as I that bonded couples have a better chance of having a healthy sparkling than ones that are not bonded. The more the spark merge the easier it will be on Tia." Ratchet said as they laid in their berth together. Doc was stroking Ratchet spike and he purred at her touch. "Besides Prowl needs her as much as she needs him."

"But Ratchet how do you know that Prowl will fall in love with her. They have a lot of things going against them. Tia is Iaconian by nature, reserved, and very much introverted when it comes to private matters." Doc said worried.

"Prowl is Praxian and very much a family mech at the spark so they should find some kind of median." Ratchet inserted. "Now as much as I love my work, can you please ease the ache you are creating?"

"My pleasure my love." Doc said as she moved down and took him in her mouth. Ratchet sighed in pleasure. It was so rare that they got to share their berth together with the shifts that they worked in the infirmary. Ratchet held her by her hair so that he could her mouth taking in his spike to the hilt and he took a picture of her to keep in his memory file. She was beautiful, her long gold locks when left down fell almost below her aft. She kept it braided for work but he loved it when she left it down.

Ratchet moaned low and deep in his vocals as Doc brought him to overload but before he could over load her First Aid began to cry from his crib.

"Slag! I thought we might get a few hours to ourselves." Ratchet cursed as he jumped up and ran to the nursery. He picked his little mechling up and cooed at him.

"Ratchet, give him to me. He probably wants to be fed." Doc said as she opened her robe and sat down. Ratchet handed her First Aid and she began to nurse him as he kneaded his fingers into her breast.

"That doesn't hurt?" Ratchet asked.

"No, it makes me feel all maternal when he kneads. It is so cute and I love it." She said as she watched him nurse. Doc never tired of watching her son. He was a darling little mechling who was good natured and hardly ever fussed.

"He is such a sweet spark my love." Ratchet kissed his helm. "I am going to get you a cube and me some high grade." Ratchet walked out and she hear him using the dispenser. She nursed her little mech until his optics drooped and then she laid him back in his berth. She walked back to her room and removed her robe. Ratchet watched her appreciatively as he reached out and handed her the cube. She took it gratefully and sat down next to her mate to sip her energon. Ratchet pulled the blanket around them as he pulled her carefully closer but he stilled spilled her energon on her so Ratchet reached down and lapped it up as Doc laughed at him.

"You are determined to rescue this botched night of interfacing." She laughingly said to him.

He looked up from his clean up and smirked. "You betcha!" And he went back to cleaning her breasts.