Jazz helps his sparkling Bluestreak walk. Short, but I live! I just haven't been finishing much writing lately, but I've been trying. D:
"Come on, sparklet," Jazz cooed quietly to his little one, slowly walking backward as he encouraged the little Bluestreak. "You can do it!" He had to bend over so the sparkling could hold him.
Jazz was perfectly aware of his King watching them from the side while Bluestreak wobbled on his tiny pedes. All of their tails were lifted high above their helms in happiness-Bluestreak's only slightly lower than it could have been.
"Try gently petting his sensory panels," Prowl suggested quietly from his position leaning against the wall.
The Queen glanced up before saying with a chuckle, "You come do it; I don't think he's letting my hands go anytime soon."
Prowl sighed softly as he carefully walked forward and kneeled beside his mate and his sparkling. Slowly, he reached to caress Bluestreak's sensory panel, making the sparkling wobble slightly at the sudden sensation. The little mech chirped at his sire, wondering what his sire was doing.
One tiny hand let go of Jazz's thumb to grab onto an extended finger of his sire, bringing a smile to Prowl's face.
As Jazz observed his mate play with their sparkling, he couldn't help but smile tenderly, bringing his now-free servo to pet Bluestreak's other sensory panel.
"Little one," the Queen cooed, rubbing the tiny, flicking appendage ever-so-softly. He successfully gained the sparkling's attention. Another tiny chirp escaped Bluestreak.
"What does petting his sensory panel do?" curiously asked Jazz, staring with a hint of lust at the strong frame of his mate.
~Keep yourself reigned in, love,~ teased Prowl across their bond. "It helps develop the panels' senses and helps the sparkling be able to concentrate on more than one thing later in life."
~Later, until he's asleep,~ Jazz promised his King and chuckled aloud. "Makes him multitask then. Fun, fun."
Bluestreak chirped, wide red optics staring up at his creators. His tiny clawed pedes clenched into the ground before he lifted one up. He wobbled and lost his grip on his creators' fingers, falling down onto his aft. He chirped in distress and clicked rapidly.
Jazz knelt and wrapped a hand around the sparkling's back. "Aww, baby, it's okay," he cooed. Big red optics stared up at him, watery, and tiny servos reached up. Jazz plonked onto the ground and pulled the sparkling into his lap, wrapping him up in a cocoon of comfort.
Sighing, Prowl sat with more care in front of his mate and wrapped his tail around Jazz. Jazz scooted in between Prowl's legs, where Prowl started petting the sparkling.
"It's okay, Blue, Ori and Sire have you." Jazz bent over and rubbed his nose against Bluestreak's, which made the small scorpii chirp.
"He freaks out at everything," Prowl murmured as he stroked Bluestreak's back.
"He's little; he'll get better," Jazz replied with a grin, "at everything. We can walk later, huh, my precious little one?" Bluestreak chirped again, tail waving happily as his ori paid attention to him.
