Author's Note: Here's the third chapter, enjpy!
Chapter summary: Some things are worth fighting for, and for Omega, his daughter was worth everything.
"Hello" Normal talk.
"Hello" Speaking through the bond.
"Hello" Com-link/Private Com-link.
"Hello" Thoughts.
A year later and Ome was now a year old, she had grown a bit and her tendrils were a little longer, now reaching to just above her shoulders, but they were not fully developed as of yet. But her arms and legs were a bit stronger than what they used to be, so in essence she could walk if she put her mind to it, but so far that hadn't happened yet. As for talking, she mostly made Sparkling noises or would babble, but again she was at that age where she could possibly say her first word, it hadn't happened yet. But all that would change.
One day Omega was having a rest on the couch that was ideal for his size, he had sustained an injury to his left shoulder from the last battle, he called it a lucky shot. It was quite sore but he had refused painkillers when his old friend, Ratchet, had asked him. The Medic had tried to argue with him on it, but of course it was futile, he didn't know the reason behind it.
And that reason was Ome, Omega knew that he would be drowsy from the painkillers and he couldn't be like that around his daughter, what if he accidentally fell on her? Or what if something happened to her and he would be too drowsy to help her? So rather than risk that, he would deal with the pain and just conceal it from the bond like he always did, he did have a high pain tolerance anyway. He sighed a little and rubbed his helm, he already had quite a few battle scars on him from the countless battles he had been in, heck he had seen the start of the war, not many could say that as they were born during the war and it was all they knew, and not for the first time, Omega wished that the war would just end and the peace from the Golden Age would return. He came out of his sullen thoughts when he heard a tweet and looked to his daughter who was in the doorway to the Rec Room, he smiled "Hello Ome" he greeted "I thought you were playing?"
Ome chirped a little and sat on her aft, she looked down at herself and put her hands on the floor.
Omega tilted his helm a little as he watched her "What are you doing?" he asked, had she sensed his sad thoughts from the bond? No she couldn't have, he concealed it, at least he hoped he did.
Ome shifted positions so she was on her hands and knees, but rather than crawl she did something her Sire didn't expect, she slowly planted her little feet on the ground and started to stand up straight. She wobbled a little as she did so.
Omega watched her, his mouth open slightly from shock, was his daughter trying to stand?
Ome chirped as she stood, she did wobble slightly here and there but other than that she was stable on her feet.
Omega shook his helm a little to snap out of his stupor "Ome...you're standing" he said and got up.
Ome clicked and chirped happily.
Omega couldn't help but grin, he then knelt down "Can you walk to me?" he asked "come to me Ome"
Ome looked down at her feet and beeped, clearly she was unsure.
"It's alright, I'm right here" Omega replied softly "hold out your arms like this" he held out his arms either side of him, it did twinge the new scar when he did that but he didn't react to it, the only sign he showed was tensing slightly, but he was more focused on helping his daughter to walk to him, this was a Sparkling milestone.
Ome copied her Sire in holding out her arms either side of her and gingerly put one foot forward.
"That's it, now the other" Omega encouraged as he lowered his arms.
Ome slowly put her other foot forward, she babbled a little and tweeted.
"Keep coming to me Ome" Omega encouraged and held out a hand to her.
Despite being a little wobbly, Ome clumsily toddled towards her Sire's hand, she could feel his encouragement and happiness from their family bond which seemed to spur her on. She gave a happy squeal as she reached the large hand and flopped onto it.
Omega made sure she was on his hand properly before he brought her up to his face. "You did it, you...you walked" he said, he couldn't seem to stop smiling, but at the same time he was trying not to get emotional from the parental pride he felt for her.
Ome tweeted and chirped as she clapped her little hands, and then she did something else that her Sire didn't expect "Sire" she said in a small voice and smiled happily.
Omega choked out a sob at that, but it wasn't from sadness, he was overjoyed "You talked...you said Sire" he said as he tried to reign his emotions in, but he was just so happy.
Ome clicked and put her tiny hands on the red-tinted transparent face shield that was over her Sire's face "Sire" she said again, as if to give him confirmation that she had talked.
Another choked sob escaped Omega as he lifted his face shield from over his face and he gently hugged her to his cheek.
Ome tweeted and hugged his cheek the best she could.
This was what Omega needed, a reminder of what he was fighting for in this war, he wasn't fighting for his own personal gain. He was fighting for his daughter, to keep her safe and so she could grow up into a kind and strong femme, to have a happy future without the war. He would take whatever the war threw at him, because in his mind, his daughter was worth fighting for.