I only own Mariposa! Songs belong to Taylor Swift!


Concert

August 24

"Mariposa, it is time to get up."

I blink my eyes open and look up at Carrier. "Mornin'…"

"Good morning." He stands, and lets me slide out of bed. "You will need to transform long enough to get your minerals."

"I know." I rub my eyes before smiling up at him. "Sire downstairs?"

"Yes. He is cooking your breakfast. You may go on down."

"You come?"

"I need to finish some things in my office."

"Awh…" I sigh, then run to the stairs.

"Do not run in the house!"

I stop half-way down and turn back. "Sorry!" I walk the rest of the way down, then run to the kitchen and climb up to my chair. "Morning, Sire!" I look down at the plate he sets in front of me. It's holding two pancakes with pink music notes in the centers. "Music pancakes?"

He slides my milk in front of me, then smiles down at me. "Ah got tickets ta a country show, an' ah'm takin' ya ta a concert tonight."

"Who sing?" He grins and lays the tickets on the table in front of me. "Taylor Swift!"

"Hide tol' meh Annie said ya liked 'er."

"I do! I do!" I'm about to start bouncing in my seat.

Sire moves the tickets before I spill my milk on them. "We need ta leave a' five this evenin', so ya need ta be ready before tha'."

"Supper out?"

"Yep."

"Yay!"

"Ya gotta be good today for meh."

"I will! I will!"

"All right." He steps over to the counter. "Finish ya breakfast. Ah'm takin' ya in today."

"I cans tell class I go concert?"

"Ya can tell 'em whatever ya wan' ta, Girly. Jus' don' brag 'bou' i'. Prowler won' be happy if ya do."

"I won't…" I slide off the chair, then shift to my bot form before carrying my empty plate and cup over to him, and beam up at him. "I good girl."

"Yeah ya are." He takes my dishes and hands me a little cube. "Ya need ta take ya minerals, though."

"An' human vitamin!"

"Yep." He takes the cube from me, and waits while I go back to holoform before handing me a purple chewable vitamin. "Here ya go." I chew it before grinning up at him. "Now, go ge' dressed, quickly. We gotta leave."

I nod, but pause to look around. "Where Blue?"

"Blue's upstairs gettin' dressed."

"Still?"

"Blue didn' sleep well las' nigh', so Prowler le' 'im 'charge later than usual."

"Blue sleep in…" I look up at Sire with a serious look. "Blue haves nightmares too?"

Sire nods. "Really bad ones, Girly. Ya don' wanna know wha' 'is are 'bou'."

"Worse than old family ones?"

"Yep."

I make a face. "No wanna know." I start up the stairs. "Be back, Sire."


I run into my room and change into my uniform, making sure to grab my scarf and my rainbow and pink LED binky, and put both around my neck before grabbing my backpack and running back down the stairs.

"Mariposa!"

"Sorry, Carrier!" I stop in the kitchen. "Ready, Sire!"

Sire crosses his arms. "Wha' did ya do ta make ya Carrier yell?"

"I run in'a house, and that's a no-no 'day, no-no usually, bu' no' usually no-no 'nough to make Carrier mad…"

"Ah…" Sire sighs. "Ya Carrier's tired from bein' up with Blue las' nigh'. 'e's jus' a bi' crabby."

I make a face. "I no like crabby Carrier. Want him be nice 'gain." I think for a moment. "Twins in for it if they prank today."

Sire grins. "Wouldn' doub' i'."


School

Sire pulls into the lot and parks before turning to me. "Wan' meh ta come in with ya?"

I shake my head. "I do myself today."

"Is Ella pickin' on ya 'cause ah come in with ya?"

I shake my head. "Ella jealous 'cause I gots boff my pawents righ' now, an' she only have her Sire." I shrug. "She no say nothin', jus' give me jealous looks."

"Ah understand. Ah'll see ya a' three!"

"Bye-bye! Have fun at base!"


I walk into the classroom and put my things away before hanging up my backpack and lunchbox in my cubby. Once that's done, I walk back and sit in my seat to wait for class to start. Carrier and Sire make sure I'm always on time.

I look up when the bell rings, and see Daniella run through the door. "Sorry I'm late, Ms. Weaver. Daddy had to pick up my new beauty dress this morning." She smirks evilly at me. "Too bad you don't get one. You're not pretty enough for pageants."

I smile at her. "I's pretty 'nough, and I don' care anyway. I's going to see Taylor Swift tonight. Papa's takin' me."

Her smirk falls, and she flops into her chair. "He probably won't take you after he sees how bad you are at skating."

I huff softly. "It's only my second lesson today."

"Okay, girls." Ms. Weaver, who's wearing a green dress and shoes today, claps her hands, telling everyone to look up front. "Good morning, everyone. I have an announcement." We all look up at her expectantly. "I'm getting married in November, and my fiancé and I have decided to have four of my students in my wedding—two girls as flower girls, and a boy and girl as ring bearers."

Annie raises her hand. "Why a boy and a girl for ring bearers?"

Ms. Weaver smiles brightly. "The boy will carry my ring to my fiancé, Jared, while the girl will carry his ring to me." She pulls out two paper bags. One's bright blue, while the other is a dark pink. "I have the girls names in one bag, and the boys' in the other. I'll draw the ring bearers first. Whoever I draw will have a note to take to their parents. It will need to be signed and returned, so I know you'll be able to come." She reaches into the blue bag after shaking it up. "The boy will be…" She unfolds a light blue slip of paper. "Chris Galloway."

"Yes!"

She picks up the dark pink bag and shakes it around a little before reaching in. "The girl will be…" She unfolds the light pink slip. "Destiny Miller." She smiles at the girl two rows behind me as she shakes the bag again. "I'll talk with your Mommy if I need to, Sweetheart." She reaches into the pink bag again. "My first flower girl is…" She unfolds another pink paper. "Daniella Mearing."

She turns to me and sticks out her tongue. "Ha ha!"

Ms. Weaver shakes the bag again before reaching inside. "My second flower girl is…" She unfolds the pink slip slowly. "Marianne Tranquilli." She smiles at me. "I'll talk with your fathers when they come to get you."

"WHAT!? Bu-but she's—"

"Daniella. I had everyone's names in the bags. Every girl had just as much chance as the next to be in the wedding. If you keep complaining about it, I'll draw again, and you won't be allowed to participate at all."

"Fine."

"Okay…" Ms. Weaver moves behind her desk and starts writing on the chalkboard. "We're starting with adding tens."


Lunch

I carry my lunchbox into the cafeteria, and run over to sit by Annie, Mozi, and the Miller girls. Annie's got a turkey sandwich cut in half, the pieces shaped like penguins. Mozi's got a heart shaped roast beef sandwich. Sophie's got ham and cheese rolls in tortillas, Destiny's got ham and cheese rolls by themselves, and Violet has an owl shaped ham and cheese sandwich.

Sire made me a heart-shaped mini pizza with sausage, peperoni, and cheese. While the others have chips and snack cakes, I got strawberries, blueberries, and grapes, my own ham and cheese rolls. We all have some kind of juice box. Mine is apple.

Annie smiles at me. "Your Papa's taking you to see Taylor Swift tonight, right?" She takes a bite of her sandwich.

I swallow my bite of pizza before grinning. "Yep. We're leaving at five."

Violet turns to me. "You think your Daddy will let you be in the wedding?"

"I finks so…" I sigh softly. "An' Ms. Weaver's gonna talk with Papa when he come get me, so…" I shrug and turn back to my lunch.


Free Time, Third POV

Ms. Weaver walks around the room and sets permission slips on the desktops of the four kids chosen to be in her wedding, all the while keeping an ear on her students as they walk around or talk with their friends. They have twenty minutes to spend doing what they want to before the bell rings. Once they're handed out, she returns to her desk to gather her own things to take home.


Normal POV

Right before the final bell, Daniella comes up to me and grabs my arm. "Your Uncle isn't here to save you this time!" She drags me over to the cubbies as her friends Adelina and Corinna open Ms. Weaver's storage locker. She shoves me in it and shuts the door. I bang on the locker hoping for someone to be there, but it feels hopeless. It's tiny in here, and dark… And I'm scared of the dark…

"Hold on! I'm coming!"

It sounds like Ms. Weaver, but I can't be sure. The door opens and I see a white lady in a green dress.

I jump out and hug her. "Thanks, Ms. Weaver!"

"Would you tell me who put you in there?"

"Addie, Cori, an' Ella lock me in'a you locker. No likes in there. It's darks…"

She stands with a sigh and reaches for my hand. "Are you ready to go?"

I eye her hand nervously. "You comes wif me?"

She smiles down at me. "I'm going to talk with your father, remember?"

"Oh… I forgot…" I run to get my homework and permission slip, then walk out the door with her holding my hand.


Outside

Once we're outside, I let her go and run to Sire. "Mari, did ya ge' in trouble today?"

I shake my head. "No. Ms. Weaver need ta talk wif you 'bou' somethin'…"

"She does?" Ms. Weaver nods. Sire sighs when Annie steps out of the fence and starts looking around, then turns to Annie. "Hol' up, Annie. Ya Dad's still a' the base, so ah'm takin' ya home."

"Mommy said I go skating lesson too…"

"Tha' she did, Annie. Ah'm ya ride. Ya Dad's workin' with new recruits today."

Ms. Weaver smiles at Sire. "I'm getting married at the start of November, and my fiancé and I decided we'd like to have some of the kids in my class be ring bearers and flower girls, and Marianne was chosen to be one of the two flower girls. She has a permission slip, and I'm sure you'll need to talk this over with your spouse, but I'd really like it if you'd let her be in it."

"Ah'll see wha' ah can do." He crouches to me after Ms. Weaver gets in her car. "Ya wanna be in 'er weddin'?"

I nod before giving him a cute look. "Pwease?"

"Ah'd le' ya, bu' we need ta talk ta ya Dad firs', okay?"

"Okay…" I turn to Annie. "Annie gots skate stuffs?"

She nods. "Mommy sent it with me. I gots blue dress an' new snowflake skates that match."

I grin and bounce on my toes. "I gots pink snowflakey skates!"

"Wow! I see?"

"At'a skate lessons. No takey out, out here."

Sire takes our hands and leads us to the rink before leading us into a family dressing room. "Ge' changed, Girlies. Ah've gotta comm Prowler."

Sire steps away, leaving Annie and I to get changed for practice. We pull on our long sleeved velvet dresses and tights, then I put on my skates and put my binky around my neck before helping Annie with hers. Once hers are on, I slip my white butterfly tiara in, then sit beside her.

Sire steps back over. "We'll talk 'bou' ya bein' in the weddin' after the concer', 'kay?"

"Kay!" I stand and wobble to the door. "Annie may needs helps to the ice. I needed last week."

"Ah'll help 'er. Ya don' seem steady 'nough ta."

"I not…" I giggle and wobble out to the bench before plopping on the end. My smile fades when I remember what Ella said. 'He probably won't take you after he sees how bad you are at skating.' I look up as Sire helps Annie sit beside me. "Sire…"

"Wha's wrong, Girly?"

"You take me concert…even if I no good at skate yet?"

He crouches in front of me. "O' course ah will! Ya jus' started las' week! Who tol' ya ah wouldn' take ya?"

I look down at my lap. "…Ella say 'fore class…"

"Ella did it?"

Annie turns to him. "Yeah… Ella made her feel sick on Monday, too."

"Ah know 'bou' tha' one, Annie. Ah jus' can' tell ya wha' actually happened 'til we're on our way ta ya'r house."

"But Sire… No one hears…"

He leans closer to Annie and lowers his voice. "Mah Mari reached her true form Monday nigh'. Tha's why Prowler kep' 'er home, too. She had ta see Ratch for 'er younglin' checkup."

I turn to her with a happy smile, and whisper so no one else can hear. "Then I play wif Aidie all day!"

"Cool! Can I see?"

"Tomorrow, a' the base."

"Horsey…"

"No' tomorrow, Girly. Ya Dad an' ah, as well as Captain Lennox, are needed a' the base." He smiles at me. "We're expectin' a landin' tomorrow mornin'. Ya Dad thinks i's Smokey." He turns to Annie. "An' ah already asked ya Dad, an' he's takin' ya, so ya ge' ta mee' the new bots. A few younglin's are comin' this time, an' we may need ya ta help them settle into their holo's after Ratch ge's them se' up."

"Holos?"

"They're goin' ta star' a' ya school next week, Girlies."

I look up at the sound of someone clapping. "Ms. Frostine's ready, Annie…" I turn to Sire. "We have ta go, Papa."

"Ah know. Have fun, Girly." He glances to where Ella's daddy is leaning on the wall by the ice, watching Ella. "Ah need ta have a chat with Ella's dad."

"Don' tell him 'bout her tells me you no takey concert!"

"Ah'm no'. Ah need ta tell him the theme for Sunday."

"I forgotted we do contest on Sunday!"

"Marianne! Let's go!"

"Oopsies…gotta go…"

Sire looks over and speaks up over our classical music. "I's mah faul', Ma'am. Ah was talkin' ta 'er."

She steps over. "And you are?"

"Ah'm 'er Papa. Ah'm sure ya me' mah spouse las' week."

"Yes. He mentioned you were away on a business trip." She turns back to us. "I need to get back to the girls. You can leave if you need to, but make sure you're back in an hour." She looks around. "Where's Sarah?"

"She had ta work, an' Annie's dad's busy a' the base we work a'. Ah'm 'is friend, so ah offered ta bring 'er, an' take 'er home after."

"I understand."


Jazz's POV

I walk over to where Damien is leaning on the low wall separating the seats from the ice. "Damien?" He turns, causing me to smile. "Hey. We need ta talk."

"What's wrong? Did Dani hurt Marianne again?"

I shake my head. "Naw. I's 'bou' Sunday."

"You wanna back out?"

"Nope. Ah chose a theme for Sunday."

"And?"

"Animal prin's."

"Like, zebras and leopards?"

"Yep."

"All right. We'll see who's better liked."

I watch him as he walks away, then turn to watch the girls on the ice.


We go forward for a few laps before switching to backward skating, then start working on turns.

At the end of the hour, she claps to get our attention. We all stop in a line in front of her: Addie, Cori, and Ella, then Annie, and finally me at the end. "We need to talk about the competition at the end of May." I perk up, and smile at her. "For the last three years, I've used the competition, rather than a recital, as a performance for your parents, since most of my students are too busy practicing for competition to rehearse for the recital, and most need coaching through their routines."

Annie raises her hand. "What do we need to do?"

Ms. Frostine smiles and nods to her. "Next Friday, I want each of you to bring in a list of songs you like, and I'll take seven to eight minutes with each of you next Friday, so we can go over your lists and pick one or two. The week after, we'll start working on more complicated steps and moves so we can start planning routines for each song." She smiles. "All right, we're done for today. Your parents should be right outside. Get changed, and have a good weekend!"


Dressing Room

Annie and I run into the changing room with the others. Ella, Addie, and Cori just put jeans under their skate dresses, grab their skates, and run out.

Annie changes into a purple T-shirt with a flower graphic, purple floral print jean shorts, and purple flip flops, while I change into what Sire brought me for the concert tonight: a light pink long sleeved shirt with a rhinestone cowboy boot and a pink and white polka-dot bow on the right shoulder, a brown tutu with a brown ribbon, light pink leggings, white socks, and light pink cowgirl boots.

Annie and I start out the door. "You wear that to concert?"

"I guess. It…" I look around and growl softly before looking at my phone. "It's 4:35. We gotta go homes to leave school stuffs, an' I gotta gets stim toy an' Leapster 'fore we leaves."

Sire grins over at us. "An' we gotta drop Annie off."

"Bu'…"

"We'll stop long 'nough for Blue ta run ou', don' worry."

"Bu'…"

He runs a hand over my head and smiles down at me. "Blue's go' ya Leapster, an' the ribbon blankie they go' for ya. Ah've go' ya binky in mah "car", 'long with a snack an' some "juice" for ya on the drive. We'll be fine."


Annabelle's House, Front Yard

We pull into Annie's driveway and Sire opens his door so Annie can get out. "Ah'll see ya tomorrow, Annie!"

"See you later, Jazzy! Fanks for driving me!"

"Ya welcome, Li'l Girly." He turns his attention to me. "Ah'm gonna pull in our drive, an' Blue's gonna run ou' with ya stuff. 'E'll take ya school stuff in when 'e does."

"An' then we go?"

His holoform activates and nods at me. "An' then we go. We'll eat in Vegas 'fore the concer'."


We pull into the driveway, and I look up as Sire lowers the convertible top, then see Bluestreak run over in his holoform. "Hi, Unca Blue! I go concert!"

"I know." He grins and hands my base backpack to Sire before taking my school backpack and skating stuff. "Have fun guys!"

"We will! Love you, Unca Blue!"

Sire closes the roof and pulls back onto the street. Once we're on the main road, he turns the radio to a country station, and turns it up really loud. I grin at him before picking up my Leapster 2. I wanna play a game.


Highway, Halfway to Las Vegas

I set my Leapster 2 on the center console, causing Sire to turn down the radio. "Is somethin' wrong, Girly?"

I nod and whimper before crossing my legs. "Gotta potty, Sire!"

"Hold on. Ah'll fin' a place."

"Gotta go now!"

"Ah'm tryin', Sweetspark. Ah'm tryin'." He sighs heavily. "Ah'm doing mah bes'."

"SIRE!"

He quickly pulls into a gas station before parking up by the building. He opens my door at the same time his holoform climbs out the other side, and runs around to me. He unbuckles me before moving to pick me up. "Come on." He runs into the bathroom before setting me down, then locks the door.

"Phew."

He turns to me. "Are ya okay, Sweetspark?"

I nod. "Uh-huh. Almost too late."

"Well, we wouldn' wan' tha', now would we?"

"Nope." I giggle and run to him before hugging his leg. "I get can'y?"

"Sure ya can." He smiles and unlocks the door. "Bu' ge' somethin' small. Ya Carrier'll wan' ya ta ea' later."

He pulls the door open, and walks into a man. "Ah'm sorry, sir. Ah didn' see ya there."

"What are you doing with the kid?"

I look up to see Sire rub the back of his neck and look down at me. "Ah'm takin' mah li'l girl ta see Taylor Swift."

Then the man crouches in front of me. "Sweetheart? Do you know this man?"

I nod and hug his leg. "My Papa! We're goin' LA for concert! I jus' hadda go potty!"

"Okay, then. I won't keep you." He stands, and I can see him glare at Sire. "If I find out you hurt her…"

"Trus' meh, ah won'." He takes a pack of gummy bears over to the checkout while I cling to his pants.

I glance out the door to see a black and white police car at the pump. "Look, Papa! It's Daddy's car!"

He laughs nervously as the man turns back around to stare at him. "Tha's no' ya Dad's car, Sweets. His is still a' home."

"Oh…" I look up at Sire. "I getted you in trouble?"

He helps me into his vehicle mode before buckling me in. "Nah. Ah handled i'." He climbs into the driver's seat before turning to me. "Ah'm ops, Sparklin'. Ah'm good a' dealin' with patrols."

"Carrier no find out?"

"Ah'll hafta warn 'im tha' the humans think a mech alone with a femmelin' is a sign o' danger, bu' other than tha', nah. I's jus' ya bein' a younglin'."

"Oh…" I giggle. "Okay!"


Restaurant

We pull into the lot of a restaurant. Sire unbuckles me before climbing out in holoform and walking around to help me out. "Now, stay close. Ah don' wanna lose ya."

"I will!" I start bouncing on the balls of my feet, eager to get inside and eat.

"Hol' still, silly femmelin'!"

"I can't! 'M too 'cited!"

He sighs heavily, and finally gets something clipped to my to my shirt. I glance down to find a white and light pink pacifier with "Daddy's Little Cowgirl" hanging from a cowgirl boot print clip. "Ah picked tha' up on mah way ta ge' ya from school."

"Thanks, Sire!" I pick it up and pop it in my mouth before taking his hand and heading inside. Once inside, we walk past families as well as several young couples. I'm looking around, trying to take everything in while still staying close to Sire out of fear.

"How old's your daughter?"

I look up to find a man and woman staring down at me. Sire smiles down at me. "She's six."

"Isn't she too old for that pacifier?" I look up at Sire with tears in my eyes.

Sire looks down at me before glaring at the couple. "She's go' special needs, an' she needs tha' paci." He shakes his head and moves to quickly find a table, as far away from the two as he can. Once we're settled, he lays a hand on my shoulder. "Are ya okay, Girly?"

I nod slightly. "Why people hate binky so much?"

"Ah don' know, Sweetspark. Ah really don'…" He sighs softly before looking up as someone lays menus on the table. "Thank ya, Ma'am."

"Now…" He sighs softly. "Wha' do ya wan' ta ea'?"

I look over the menu silently. "Sketty."

"All righ'." We wait for the waitress to come back. "She wan's the kids spagetti, an' ah wan' the chicken sandwich."

"It'll be right out."

Sire looks over to me. "You gonna be okay, or do ya wanna go home?"

"I'm 'kay… But why they be so mean?"

"They don' know 'bou' ya, Girly. People are mean when they don' understand."

"Oh…"

Sire runs a hand over my head gently. "Ah wish ah coul' make this plane' better for mah daughter, bu' ah can'…"


Concert Hall

Sire pulls into the lot and parks before boosting me out, then leads me into the building. I watch as he hands the man at the door our tickets, and smile as he leads us down to the row right in front of the stage.

I look up at him in awe. "We're in the front row…"

He nods, and smiles down at me. "Ah though' ya'd like ta see 'er up close."

I bounce in place. "Yes, yes! Thank you! Thank you!" We settle into our seats, then watch for the show to begin.

It doesn't take long before the singer comes out on stage to several cheering fans. I watch as Taylor sings several songs: Our Song, Tim McGraw, Mary's Song, The Outside, and Cold As You, then stops and smiles out at us. "Hey there!" Everyone cheers loudly. "I'm so grateful to be here tonight, and I'm glad to see all of you wonderful fans." She steps back and starts singing again: Invisible, Picture to Burn, A Place in this World, and Breathe, then she steps back up to the edge of the stage. "As a special thank you to my wonderful fans, I would like to invite one of you up to sing with me." She looks over the first few rows before leaning down in front of me. "What about you?"

I blink up at her, sure she'd been talking to someone behind me. "Go on, Sweethear'."

"Y-you want m-me?" She nods, so I run up the stairs and stop beside her. "H-hi."

"What's your name?"

"M-Marianne."

"It's good to meet you, Marianne. Would you like to sing with me?"

I grin. "Sure!"


Daniella's House, Third POV

Daniella walks into the living room, wearing a Little Mermaid tank top and shorts. "Daddy, I'm ready for bed." She walks over to the man sitting on the couch. "Now can I watch the concert with you?"

"Of course, Princess."

She grins and jumps to sit beside him. "Thanks, Daddy!" She turns to look at the TV, and her expression turns angry. "What the—Marianne's on stage with Taylor!? She's not good enough for that!"

I'm five years old it's getting cold I've got my big coat on

I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you I run and run

Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides look now the sly is gold

I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home

I don't know why all the trees change in the fall

I know you're not scared of anything at all

Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away

But I know I had the best day with you today


Normal POV

I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends could be so mean

I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys

And we drive and drive until we've found a town far enough away

And we talk and window shop till I've forgotten all their names

I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school

But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you

Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay

But I know I had the best day with you today

I have an excellent father

His strength is making me stronger

God smiles on my little brother

Inside and out he's better than I am

I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run

And I had the best days with you

There is a video from back when I was three years old

You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me

It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarves

Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world

Now I know why all the trees change in the fall

I know you were on my side even when I was wrong

And I love you for giving me your eyes

Staying back and watching me shine and I didn't know if you knew

So I'm taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today

I grin up at Taylor before smiling down at Sire.

"Thank you for coming, and I hope I'll see you all on my next tour!" She crouches to me. "And thank you for singing with me, Marianne."

"You're welcome, Taylor." I giggle as she plops her white cowgirl hat on my head. "Cool…"

Sire steps up to the stage and boosts me down before smiling up to her. "Thank ya for lettin' mah daughter sing with ya. She's autistic, so mos' people jus' trea' 'er like she's no' good 'nough."

She smiles. "Don't mention it." She leans down to me. "I'm glad I was able to make this a memorable day for you, Marianne."

"I'll 'member it forevers." I reach up and hug her before taking Sire's hand.

He leads me outside to his vehicle mode, and helps me inside. He looks around at the nearly-empty parking lot before deactivating his holoform and pulling out of the lot. "Didja have fun?"

I nod, causing my new hat to fall down over my eyes. "Yeah…" I yawn. "Sleepy now…"

"Ah can imagine. Ge' some 'charge, an' ah'll jus' carry ya in when we ge' home."

"M'kay…love you, Siwe."

His holoform appears for a moment, and runs a hand over my hear. "Ah love ya too, Sweetspark."


Third POV

Jazz's holoform climbs out with Mariposa in his arms, then lays Mariposa on the ground so he can activate his normal form before heading inside with his tiny package.

"Prowler…"

"Jazz, I told you—"

"Shhh. Mari's 'chargin'."

He steps over before taking the small femmeling from his bondmate. "Did she enjoy the concert?"

"Ah'm sure she did, Prowler." Jazz beams. "Taylor pulled her up on stage with her."

Prowl carries her upstairs before laying her in her bed. He changes her into a pink short sleeved nightgown with a Chipettes graphic, then tucks her into bed with her blankies, butterfly, and ambulance.