Disclaimers – I do not own Transformers, only the OC
This is PrimesSPARROW's honey bunny
Merry Christmas to someone who is so much like a daughter to me.
Summary – This is merely a one-chapter little story/ also story told in Optimus Prime's POV
You will always be my daughter
Christmas Eve...
I watched my mates sleeping as I allowed my holoform to get up and move throughout the house. I checked on my daughter as Ratchet was needed in the medical bay outside. Ratchet was my daughter's mate, so I gently checked on her, and she looked like she was leaking. I moved closer, and sure enough, she had been leaking.
She is the most loyal and loving daughter, but she worries about things that would never happen. No family is without arguments. Primus knows Megatron, and I went through ours, and yet now here we are back together.
There had been some simple misunderstandings, but that would never make me stop loving her. She is and forever will be, my daughter. Her past is the cause of most of this, and personally, if I were to break my code of never harming humans, well, there you go.
It took a long time coming, but we were all together now, never to be torn apart. I leaned down and kissed my daughter's forehead. Thankful for her.
Though, she startled me after as I was going to leave.
"Merry Christmas, sire," she said.
"Merry Christmas, little one," I said, brushing her bright blue hair out of her face.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you more," I said, beating her to the punch.
"Nope, I love you more," she said.
"I think your both nuts; now get youngling!" Ratchet grumbled with a wrench in his holoform's hand.
"I am going; I am going!" I mumbled as I headed for my berthroom, where my two mates were.
Oh, and it occurs to me as I finish this story, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!