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Title: Soundwave and Tracks IV
Rating: M
"Bro... come play with me," Rumble whined.
The red sparkling glanced at his twin, before peeking back into the window. From his perch, he could almost see his creator in the kitchen, perchance attempting to make the oil cakes they all loved. More than like they would only end up over-cooked or burned to a crisp... Tracks wasn't the greatest at cooking. Still, the little kittycon would have rather been inside with his mommy then outside.
"Jeez, you're boring," Rumble grumbled. "Such a momma's 'bot... I'm going for a ride; follow if you want." The blue mech got on his skateboard and rolled away.
Frenzy actually turned his attention away to watch his brother go, before abandoning his own board where it laid, heading back inside. The house was cool compared to the heat of outdoors, and Tracks' humming was apparent now. Quietly, the sparkling padded into the kitchen, watching in silence as his creator stirred a bowl of batter.
"Oh, Frenzy... What are you doing inside?," the pomeranian asked, taking notice of his son. "I thought you were outside playing with your brother."
"He went skateboarding," Frenzy replied, walking further into the kitchen. "I didn't feel like going." The kittycon stopped just before the autodog, holding his arms out.
Tracks smiled at the familiar gesture, putting his mixing bowl aside momentarily so he could bend down and lift his son up. "Oomph," the mech groaned, seating the sparkling on the counter. "You're getting heavier there, darling," Tracks sighed, "You're growing up...soon, I won't be able to pick you up like this anymore."
The little kittycon looked distressed. "Does that mean you won't tuck me in anymore. O-or... or give me hugs?," Frenzy squeaked fearfully. "'C-cause if so, t-then I don't want to grow up. I'll stay little forever!"
The pomeranian chuckled lightly, scratching under his son's chin to soothe the sparkling. "Unfortunately, love, you will grow up. We can't stop that," Tracks informed Frenzy. "But... that doesn't mean that I'll stop loving you, and I'll more than gladly give you all the hugs you want; whenever you want them."
"...promise...?," the tiny kittycon asked.
The autodog smiled softly, scooping his son up in a tight hug. "Promise," he answered, pecking the crest of the sparkling's helm. Frenzy purred contently, nuzzling back into his creator's embrace.
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"N-no, oooh... W-we can't. T-the boys, th-they... they'll b-be ho-ooooooooooo...home soon."
"Arrival: inconsequential," Soundwave rumbled, pressing closer to his trembling bondmate. His visible lip components pressed against the back of Tracks' neck cables, his servos wandering all over the autodog's frame. Already, he had unzipped the front of the pomeranian's pants and was fondling the heated metal within. "Now: open up."
"O-oh Primus," Tracks groaned.
"P-please," the multi-coloured mech panted, collapsing against the front of the counter. He forced his helm up, turning it so he could see the persian. "Please, Soundwave... t-take me. I n-need to feel y-your spike within me."
"Plea: acknowledged," Soundwave replied, systems almost drowning out his words with their roaring. The persian slipped his arm about the slimmer mech's waist, leaning forwards and catching one of the pomeranian's ears between his denta; nibbling on it softly as he ground his hips against Tracks' aft.
"S-so good...," Tracks whimpered, one servo clenching the arm about his middle. "O-oh Primus... mmmmmm... s-slag. D-don't stop!"
"Hey dad, hey mo- Oh, fragging Unicron! What the slag are you guys' doing?!"
Tracks gasped at the horrified cry, turning his helm so quickly to the kitchen doorway that he was sure he heard something crack. Rumble and Frenzy looked on at their parents -tangled in an intimate embrace- and were stunned into gross dismay. "S-stop!," the pomeranian squeaked, trying to push the blue mech off of him. Soundwave though was having none of that.
He pushed the autodog back onto the counter, holding him there so tightly that the edge was biting into Tracks' abdomen almost painfully. With some minor difficulty, the kittycon turned his attention to his two still-traumatized sons.
"R-rumble, Frenzy...," the blue mech panted, "Order: go to your rooms. Now."
The command snapped the younglings out of their stupor, and they quickly fled from the kitchen; the horrifying scene they had just walked into still playing before their visors. "...and they wonder why we don't bring friends over...," Frenzy grumbled, trying to block out his creator's cries of pleasure as the twins bolted up the stairs.
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Tracks had always been an "in the scene" type of 'bot.
Before Soundwave had started in on his plans to woo the pomeranian into being his bondmate, he had spent many cycles simply watching the autodog. Tracks was seen at almost every high-class function, hired out for the evening on another 'bot's arm, and even a few more low-key ones. As long as the place was trendy and the company good, the autodog was there. The kittycon had simply accepted Tracks' gusto for a party as part of his programming.
Which is why it threw him that after the twins were born, Tracks began to shy away from such scenes. Oh, it wasn't to be mistaken that the autodog didn't love to go out; Tracks still enjoyed dressing up and spending an evening with the persian out on the town. But aside from social gatherings for work and the occasional date nights the two mechs had, Tracks did not want to participate in any other parties. He didn't care about hosting celebrations or events for himself, and especially for Rumble and Frenzy. Birthdays, Christmas, Graduations, Thanksgiving... all of those type of occasions turned into a sort of quiet affair for the family. It completely went against all that Soundwave knew of Tracks, and left the kittycon wondering as to why.
When he couldn't discover the answer for himself, he eventually approached his bondmate about it and asked. Tracks, surprised, shuttered his optics up at the persian, before blushing and looking off to the side in embarrassment.
"Because," the autodog started softly. "Those sort of things are meant for family... and you three are the only family I have. Sometimes it is nice to invite friends over to celebrate, but at the end of the day, I really only want spend those most joyous occasions with the ones I treasure most."
Soundwave had immediately scooped Tracks up into his arms, kissing him soundly.
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"Very handsome are being," Jetstorm piped up, setting down his tupperware container of desserts on the patio table. Rumble and Frenzy preened at the older mech's praise, further displaying their brand new swimming trunks that their creator had bought them just the orn before.
"Yeah, they're really awesome," the blue sparkling bragged, patting at the ivy-coloured material.
"Your suits are cool too," the red twin piped up. The two hybrids paused in their actions, smiling at the younger 'bots. Jetfire was wearing a square bikini about his slender frame, in a leafy pattern of summer pinks and tangerines, while Jetstorm fared a modest one-piece with swirls of lilac and baby blue; coupled with frills starting at the front waist and then trailing all the way to the back, stopping above the tail. At the compliment, the blue youngling grabbed two oil cakes from his plastic container, giving one each to the kittycons.
Rumble and Frenzy grinned broadly at the treats, taking them gladly.
"You're only spoiling them further," Ratchet growled, walking past the table. He paused only momentarily to slip a treat out of the container as well, before wandering off again.
The hybrids giggled softly at that; Jetstorm turned back to the table, returning to his task of setting up the dishes and platters for the pool party. "To have fun is are we doing today," Jetfire chirped, resting a servo gently on the back of the kittycons' back struts. "So playing are doing now, yes?"
The sparklings frowned somewhat. "There's no point until the rest of the guests arrive," Frenzy noted.
"When are they getting here anyhow?," Rumble asked. "They're all of mommy's friends, right?"
At the mention of their creator, the red twin turned to look up at the upper story windows of the mansion. "Mommy!," Frenzy shouted. "Are you coming down or not?"
There was the sound of something breaking, and then Tracks was appearing at the window; pulling his summer shawl across his bikini and attempting to smooth back his ruffled fur. "I-i'll be down shortly, dears," he called. "I just need to finish something..."
"Can't you two wait until evening, like regular 'bots!," Ratchet snapped. The vet was sitting in a lawn chair now, datapad spread out on his lap.
"I wouldn't be talking if I were you," Tracks sniffed haughtily, cheekplates tinged slightly with a blush. "I'm not the only one being a little mischievous during work hours."
"Just what are you...," the labrador started suspiciously. He was cut off from his question by an orange blur sneaking up behind him and pouncing on the older mech. Gasping in surprise, Ratchet squirmed in his seat as Jetfire moved around and curled in his lap, nuzzling the autodog.
"Slagging younglings...," Ratchet grumbled lowly. He did not push the hybrid off of him though.
Well this party was off to a great start... Rumble and Frenzy sighed, turning away from the older mechs and their blatant flirting. The sparklings gathered themselves and jumped into the pool. Anything to get away from the silliness of their watchers.
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"Dada! Dada I want that one!"
Soundwave paused in his stride, turning back to see what his son was talking about. Frenzy had his fingers pressed to the glass, up on his little pedes as he tried to get a clearer view of the displays behind the store window. Rumble -chewing on his pacifier, that they had not yet been able to get the sparkling to part with- stood beside his brother silently. The persian came up behind the twins, looking into the window as well.
"Inquiry: what are you gesturing at?," the older mech asked.
Frenzy pouted, patting the window hard with his servo. "That one dada! I want that one," the sparkling repeated, gesturing to the line of plump dolls. "The purple bunny!"
Soundwave tried not to sigh. "Frenzy: doll is not needed," the persian told his son. "Order: come along now."
"No!," the red twin protested. "I want bunny!"
"Stupid," Rumble mumbled, pulling the pacifier out of his mouth some. "Bunny is ugly. Mommy like puppy better."
"Rumble, Frenzy:... you want doll for... Tracks?," Soundwave mumbled in astonishment.
"Yeah, yeah," the sparklings replied in unison. "We get dolly for mommy, for his birthday. So mommy be happy!"
It was going to be Tracks' birthday soon, the older kittycon noted. The fact that he had nearly forgotten was downright horrible in itself, and made being reminded by his own sons' almost ironic. Looking back up at the stuffed animals, Soundwave mulled it over quickly. "Request: accepted," the persian announced. Rumble and Frenzy cheered, bouncing after their sire as he headed inside the store. Soundwave didn't pay it too much mind. He had on his processor a stunning, 18-diamond white gold ring that he was sure Tracks would love.
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Ravage liked his masters.
He had been a little iffy the first time Father 'bot had brought him home and the cat had been thrust into the two younger masters' care. They were after all, strange and volatile creatures, causing all sorts of mayhem and obscene scenarios to befall everyone around them. Ravage had sympathized with Mother and Father 'bot much during the aftermath of such occasions; still, he preferred spending his nights with SilverWing and BlackWing in Father 'bot's office. The young masters did not care to trod in there... yet.
But eventually, the little kittycons grew on the feline and he found that he was starting to develop a certain pleasure from the chaos his masters provoked. It was good fun, Ravage realized, and despite the trouble it did incur, his masters always did take care of him. Even Father and Mother 'bot... though they would scold the cat all the same.
Curling up in berth now with his two young masters, Ravage was happy to be brought to this strange place. The hum of the kittycons' sparks were soothing to the animal's ears, and he settled down further, keeping his masters warm as they were doing for him.
Even a 'lowly feline' could tell that this was a family that loved each other very much, despite the differences they all had. They all cherished each other; they would all protect and look out for each other. Nothing could change that.
And Ravage would not have wanted it any other way.
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"What a day..." Tracks collapsed on the couch, feeling cables stiffen in his neck even as he groaned tiredly.
Soundwave, already seated, slipped an arm about his bondmate's waist, pulling the autodog closer to him. The multi-coloured mech hummed appreciatively as he was moved, his legs being pulled up onto the persian's lap, his helm resting on the other's chestplates. "Inquiry: boys put to bed?," Soundwave asked, thumbs stroking the pomeranian's thighs.
"Mmm... for real this time," Tracks sighed blissfully. "They're such a handful sometimes... refusing to go to bed..." A smile came to the autodog's lips as his optics offlined momentarily. "Remember when they were younger though?"
The kittycon could sense what the pomeranian was referring to through their bond, and he chuckled lowly at the memory file. "Correction: Hard to forget. Rumble and Frenzy reluctant to sleep. Bedtime: a mission," Soundwave replied.
"Was it ever!," Tracks laughed, onlining his optics and looking up at his bondmate. "They'd booby-trap the berthroom just after dinner, so that every time we tried to take them to their berths, we'd get wrapped up in some sort of net or get sprayed with copious amounts of some type of fluid. Then they'd race off to another corner of the house while we were distracted, and the whole thing became a sort of hide and seek mechhunt."
"Tracks: beautiful when covered in jam," the persian added, mirth evident in his vocalizer.
"I noticed you were especially 'motivated' that night," the autodog smirked, arching an optic ridge up at the kittycon. "You're quite incorrigible, you know that, right?"
Soundwave only chuckled in response. Tracks opened his mouth to say something else, before he was groaning, burying his face in his servos. He could easily tell what his bondmate was thinking through their bond, and it embarrassed him thoroughly... though there was still an amused smile tugging at the corner of his lip components. "Primus... our poor little baby saw us. And you -you didn't care! I swear you must have some exhibitionistic tendencies in you," Tracks jibed, poking at the blue mech's chestplates lightly.
"Presence: was not expected. Assumed Frenzy was asleep with his brother," the kittycon shrugged.
"Oh, I know very well what we thought," the pomeranian replied, shaking his helm as he continued to remember the events of that unfortunate night further. "The kicker wasn't him walking in on us though... it was him asking afterwards if he was allowed to play!"
"...Answer: not applicable," Soundwave said wryly. Even if those words coming out of his sparkling's mouth had been the most horrifying a parent could hear given the situation, he still couldn't help but find it a little amusing in retrospect.
Tracks laughed a little as well. "Though I suppose that wasn't the strangest thing Rumble and Frenzy have done," he hummed. "Their quest for 'poofy tails' was an interesting endeavour."
The persian actually glanced at his bondmate incredulously this time. "Result: they nearly destroyed the bathroom. Rumble and Frenzy made a chemical soup-mix out of your shampoos and mousse. Status: infuriated when you found them!," Soundwave reminded.
"I was only mad because they had been going at it for decacycles, trying to find a way to fluff their tails," the autodog sniffed. "And I was more worried about them eating the toxic broth they had made, then them making a mess of the bathroom."
The persian smiled, but did not bother to correct his bondmate. He knew Tracks had still been angry that all his precious soaps and shampoos had been thrown together in the toilet, but found it more agreeable to let the pomeranian think what he want rather than dispute him on it. "Fact: Rumble and Frenzy created a lot of mayhem," the blue mech noted. "But they have decreased the number of pranks pulled these days."
"Only because they're dead-set on making each stunt more memorable than the last...," Tracks pointed out. Sighing, the autodog nuzzled under his bondmate's chin, tracing patterns into the other's shirt idly. "My babies are really growing up...," the multi-coloured mech mumbled sadly. "Soon, they won't need me anymore."
Soundwave looked down at the quiet pomeranian, feeling his wife's emotions across their bond. Soothingly, he rubbed the small of Tracks' back, sending reassuring waves of love and desire to the other's spark. Tracks shuttered his optics sultrily, shifting so that he sat fully in the persian's lap now, facing the kittycon.
"I'll always have you though...," the autodog whispered, "...right?"
Soundwave placed his servos on the pomeranian's hips. "For eternity," he answered.
Tracks smiled at the words, and the kittycon could say it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen grace a 'bot's lip components. Gently, his bondmate removed his mouth guard before slipping his arms around his neck; leaning in slowly.
Their mouths met in a gentle, unhurried, passionate kiss that Soundwave and Tracks felt echo all the way to their sparks and back.
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There was a strange mech walking about the school.
Sparklings on their way out of the classroom, freed from their lessons for the rest of the orn, slowed down considerably as the autodog passed; stunned into awe at the older 'bot's beauty. Even teachers exiting their classrooms, or simply peering out the doorway at the noticeable silence, shuttered their optics in shock. They had never seen such a handsome mech before, and more than a few of the teachers had to quickly look away as lust spiked through them. Others, not so modest or polite, continued gazing at the passing mech; hungry optics devouring the sight of that gorgeous tail bouncing just before that fine aft.
And in the back of their processors: what was a hottie like that, doing in an elementary school?
That was the question on the femme's mind especially when the stranger came striding into her classroom, drawing a hush from all her present students. The sparklings shuttered their optics disbelievingly, several jaws open in shock and more than a few blushes coming to cheekplates. Either the autodog noticed, or he did not care, perhaps used to this sort of reaction. The latter seemed the more likely. All the same, the mech turned to the teacher, his lip components almost perked with disinterest.
"Hello," the stranger started. Primus, even his vocalizer was beautiful. "I've come for the m-"
Anything else that the autodog would have said was cut off when the femme's two resident trouble-makers came back from their cubbies, their optics lighting on the mech standing at the teacher's desk. "Mommy!," Rumble and Frenzy cried out, dashing across the room in unbelievable speeds.
Tracks immediately turned at the call, bending down some to greet his sons. "Hello dears," the autodog smiled serenely, pecking both kittycons on their cheekplates. The twins purred in return, stretching up to hug their creator and kiss him back.
"Y-you're their c-creator?!," the teacher gaped in shock.
The pomeranian straightened up, looking at the femme. "Yes, I am," he replied haughtily. "Now, I believe you had requested a meeting with one of Rumble and Frenzy's parents. I'm afraid to say that their sire is too busy at the moment, so I've come in his stead."
At the mention of the meeting, the teacher shook herself out her stupor. "Y-yes, yes, of course! L-let me just go and collect some things...," the femme stuttered distractedly, rising from her chair and hurrying over to the cupboards lining the back of classroom. Tracks didn't mind. He sat down in a spare chair before the teacher's desk, while Frenzy and Rumble pushed two smaller chairs closer.
"What's dad doing, mommy?," the blue sparkling asked, clambering up onto his seat. He immediately used the chair to get closer to his creator, snuggling into the autodog's side. Frenzy copied his brother, on Tracks' other side.
"Will he be home tonight?"
"Yes, loves," Tracks smiled, scratching the twins behind their ears. "Your father has a meeting with a very important client right now, but he'll be home later tonight."
Satisfied with the response, Rumble and Frenzy settled back down into their seats. Turning their helms, they noticed that some of their classmates were still in the room, and staring at them with wide optics. Smirking, the twins stuck their glossa out at the other sparklings before turning back front again. The others were horribly affronted by this dismissal, but turned on their pedes and left the classroom all the same; feeling oddly jealous of Rumble and Frenzy.
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Tracks lowered his book, looking at the feline curiously. Ravage spared a glance up at the autodog, pacing back and forth before the pomeranian again, rubbing his helm on the mech's legs. "Ravage?," Tracks started, placing his book on his lap entirely. "Is something the matter?"
The cat had been acting very oddly these past few orns, constantly seeking the autodog's attention and showering him with various displays of affection. Normally this wouldn't be such an odd sight, but considering Ravage was usually only this open and attached to the twins, Tracks felt he had the right to worry some.
At his question, the black animal came to a pause, again looking up at the mech. His red optics seemed to say something, but the message wasn't coming through entirely clear. With a put-off sigh, Ravage rested his helm in the pomeranian's lap; keeping his gaze focused on Tracks. Tracks merely sighed himself at the action, deciding that trying to decipher the cat's motives was a lost cause. After all, the feline didn't appear upset or angry or anything... just, very focused on the autodog this week.
Quietly, the multi-coloured mech reached forward, scratching at Ravage's ears. The animal purred, pressing the full weight of his frame on the front of Tracks' legs. The pomeranian didn't mind -Ravage was warm, and his heaviness wasn't all that bothersome really. It was actually, almost... comforting... to have that presence forcibly reminded of him. Being alone for a good number of cycles in an orn could make a 'bot begin to feel a little lonesome after all.
Smiling, Tracks pulled his servo back, looking at Ravage appraisingly. "How 'bout we go for a walk, hmm?," he suggested. "We can go get a little treat on the way home."
Ravage lifted his helm, seeming to almost grin. Taking that for a yes, Tracks rose to his pedes.
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Soundwave onlined his optics tiredly, slowly lifting his helm.
The blue mech thought to move, to get up, because there was a lot of things he had to do still, all of which were hindered by him suddenly falling into recharge. He stopped immediately though when he noticed Tracks fast asleep by his side, helm rested on the kittycon's chestplates. The persian's arm was wrapped about the autodog's shoulders snugly, while in between them, Tracks' own arms were circled about the recharging Frenzy pressed against his chestplates.
In the crook of his other arm, Soundwave noticed, was Rumble, also out; little helm pressed against his sire's chestplates, next to his creator's. How they had gotten there, the kittycon could not recall... For a moment longer, Soundwave looked at all three mechs, before he smiled and offlined his optics again, falling back into recharge.
Whatever work he had to do could wait until morning, he surmised.
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"No, dude, you can't just-"
"Ah, shut up, bro. It'll be fine, we've just gotta-"
"Rumble, Frenzy?"
The twins scrambled, shuffling all their papers together haphazardly in an attempt to hide their schematics for their next prank. As one, the younglings turned to the door, innocent smiles on their faces as they faced their parents. "Yes, mom? Dad?"
Soundwave looked at them suspiciously, but Tracks seemed almost ignorant to the overly-sweet tone of his sons. "Darlings...," the pomeranian started shakingly, "We have something to tell you."
Rumble and Frenzy felt their sparks flare nervously within their chassis. They had never heard their creator speak so anxiously, and it unnerved them as well. Worriedly, they looked to Soundwave, and then back to Tracks.
"...Is everything alright, mommy?," Frenzy asked quietly.
The autodog smiled softly, optics flaring brightly with understanding. Almost at a silent command, the persian stepped forward, resting one servo on the pomeranian's arm and the other on his stomach plating. At the touch, Tracks looked back at Soundwave, resting both of his servos on the golden one resting on his abdomen. Taking a deep intake, he turned back to the twins.
"Boys... how do you feel about being big brothers?"
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It was too be expected really.
Tracks himself wore glasses, and as he discovered later on, Soundwave's visor was also prescription grade. Their optics were slightly weaker than most mechs, but no less better for certain. That's why, when they noticed Rumble and Frenzy squinting at the picture books during reading time, the kittycon had suggested taking both of the sparklings in for a check-up.
The optometrist concluded their theory, that the twins had inherited poor vision from their creator and sire. Well, as depressing as that might be for other parents, Soundwave and Tracks did not mind so much themselves. A pair of glasses each, and Rumble and Frenzy would be just like any other sparklings.
The shopping bit though had been a more... interesting... affair. Despite all of Tracks' initial choices, neither sparkling would put on the glasses being showed to them. In fact, they turned their olfactory sensors up at every single one, until Tracks thought he might simply storm out of the store in frustration. Leaving the twins in Soundwave's servos, the autodog had stomped off to go scour for more glasses. When he had returned, he had discovered that either Rumble or Frenzy had managed to pull of their sire's visor and were now passing it back and forth between themselves.
"Request: Help...," Soundwave begged, trying to keep a firm hold on his sons while they squirmed in his servos. His optics were half-shuttered as he attempted to focus on his surroundings without his visor on.
"Well, I suppose that settles it...," Tracks mused, coming to his bondmate's rescue. He took Rumble out of the persian's arms, cradling the sparkling close as he removed the too-large visor off of the little kittycon's face. The adorable expression of confusion the blue twin wore made the pomeranian coo, even as he turned and slid the visor back into place on Soundwave's face.
Kissing his now-able-to-see bondmate, Tracks turned to the clerk standing patiently behind the counter. "So... Do you make custom glasses?," the autodog asked.
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"Lemme see, lemme see!"
"Stop pushing, you jerk!"
"You stop pushing!"
"No, you! I swear if you shove me again, I'm gonna-"
"Warning: stop right now," Soundwave growled, turning to the twins. Rumble and Frenzy halted in their struggling, looking at their sire with an expression akin to disbelief. They had never heard that tone used towards them, and understandably, it frightened them slightly. Sulking, the younglings separated, standing at least two feet away from each other.
"Just wanted to see her...," Frenzy grumbled under his intakes.
The persian sent another glare to his sons, but did not reply. Tracks chuckled lightly at the situation, shifting slightly in berth so he could get closer to his bondmate. Gently, he tapped the kittycon's shoulder plating, before quickly depositing their bornling into the other's unsuspecting arms. Soundwave's optics widened comically behind his visor as he looked down at the tiny bundle in his servos, almost overwhelmed by her miniscule frame.
"She's so small," Rumble breathed, peering around his sire's arm. Frenzy peeked in from the other side, equally as stunned as the other two kittycons.
"Our lil' baby sister...," the red youngling murmured. His gaze softened as he continued to stare at the tiny femme.
Tracks smiled, looking over his beloved mechs. It was amazing to see all three tough, strong kittycons practically melt at the sight of the little femme; a particularly touched expression coming to Soundwave's face as he continued his study of his daughter. "Her name will be Flipsides," the pomeranian announced quietly. The twins raised their helms slightly at the declaration, but the persian did not.
He was the first to notice the bornling's optics ease open slowly, the gorgeous ruby optics staring up at him as a cooing smile came to the femme's lip components. At her breathy, little greeting, all attention was returned to the new kittycon. All except one...
Tracks was still looking at Soundwave, glancing only momentarily at his daughter, before returning his attention to the blue mech. What he saw, made his smile grow just a little more, and his spark whirl with love and joy. She was going to be her daddy's favourite; he could already see it in the persian's optics.