Chapter summary: Younglings can be known to be a little defiant at times, and Omega has to be stern when necessary.
"Hello" Normal talk.
"Hello" Speaking through the bond.
"Hello" Com-link/Private Com-link.
"Hello" Thoughts.
Ome was now eleven years old and she was still a vibrant and happy femme, her tendrils had grown a bit longer now, reaching to near the middle of her back and they had developed the colour electric blue on the ends, she wasn't too sure as to why but she loved the look of them. She had a much better control on her thrusters from flying around a lot inside her Sire's base, and she had lost count on the amount of times her Sire had scolded her for 'racing around' the base, to her it didn't seem like racing, she was just flying quick is all, she didn't see a harm in it. She came out of her thoughts when she bumped straight into her Sire's chest from flying around again "Oof!" she rubbed her nose and looked up at her Sire, half annoyed, half sheepish.
Omega put his hands on his hips as he gave his daughter a stern look, clearly he had had enough of her racing around the base "Ome, what have I told you about racing around the base?" he asked.
Ome had to resist the urge to roll her optics "I'm not racing, I'm just flying quick" she replied.
Omega gave her a look "That's racing, how many times have we had this conversation?" he replied.
"Too many" Ome grumbled.
"Exactly, and yet you're still doing it" Omega replied.
"It's not like I'm flying around outside is it? I'm flying inside" Ome argued, it was typical for Younglings to be a little defiant at times.
Omega clenched his jaw slightly from annoyance, he loved his daughter but sometimes he had to put his foot down "I don't care, I don't want you racing around whether it's inside or outside, is that clear?" he responded in his no nonsense tone.
Ome seemed to shrink back slightly, knowing that tone, it was his no nonsense tone, or as she secretly called it, his 'Sire voice' "Yes..." she mumbled.
Omega narrowed his optics slightly "Pardon?" he replied in the same no nonsense tone, of course he had heard her but wouldn't take a mumble as an answer.
"Yes Sire" Ome responded as she rubbed her arm.
Omega nodded "Good, now go to your quarters and play" he replied and turned to walk back into the Rec Room, he sat down on the couch and picked up the datapad he had left on the arm of the couch, he didn't like having to be stern with his daughter, but he knew that it was necessary at times like just now, if he didn't then his daughter could take advantage and think she can walk all over him, it wasn't that he thought that she would go to that extent, but he didn't want to take the chance, so when the time called for it he would be stern with her. He came out of his thoughts when he heard a shuffling sound come from his right on the back of the couch, he turned his helm, he had half expected his daughter to come to him after he had been stern with her, so he wasn't entirely surprised to see her, he raised an optic ridge.
Ome was on her hands and knees from crawling along the back of the couch, she shrunk back slightly and looked to the side "Sorry Sire" she said quietly.
Omega's expression softened a little "You understand why I had to be stern with you, I know you love to fly but you cannot race around the base like you have been, I don't want you to get hurt" he said softly.
Ome nodded a little and looked to her Sire "Am I still a good femme?" she asked quietly.
Omega reached out a large hand and gently scooped his daughter up in his hand, bringing her to his face "You always have and always will be a good femme, don't ever think otherwise" he replied softly "you're a Youngling and still learning" he gently cuddled her in his large hand, holding her close to his chest "and I'll always love you"
Ome smiled and nestled close to her Sire's chest "Love you Sire" she replied quietly, sending her love through their family bond as she had since learned how to send emotions through the bond.
Omega smiled and sent his own love in return "I love you too sweetspark" he responded softly.