About 3 Months Later
Prowl-4 Months
Prowl awoke from recharge and felt Jazz gently running his servo over his abdominal plating.
"Jazz?"
"Morning Prowler."
"It's—oh never mind." The Datson sighed and Jazz smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Get off me Jazz." Prowl pushed the Jazz away and then stood up.
"Prowl. What's wrong?" he asked; with worry laced in his tone.
"Nothing is wrong. I just need to go to my office. I have work to do." Jazz sighed as Prowl walked out of the door.
The Praxian mech slouched in his desk. Both sparklings seemed as worried as Jazz was about him. They were sending him frequent worried messages though their bonds with him. 'I can't do this,' he thought. 'I'm not supposed to be a carrier. I don't want them.' Both sparklings ceased asking him what was wrong and stopped moving. Prowl looked down quickly when they stopped moving.
What was wrong? There was frantic knocking in his office's door.
"Come in!" he called. Jazz ran in to Prowl's side.
"What did you do?! What happened?!"
"What do you mean?"
"They were talking to me through our bonds and then they just stopped! What did you do?!" Prowl took a shaky intake.
"I don't know!"
"You're coming to Ratchet!" Jazz pulled the smaller mech out of his office and to the med-bay.
"Ratchet!" The red and white mech raised an optic ridge.
"What is it Jazz?"
"Something's wrong with the sparklings!"
"What kind of 'wrong'?"
"They were talking to me though our bond and then they just stopped all of a sudden!" Ratchet sighed and scanned Prowl.
"They're upset," said the medic.
"Upset? Why?" asked Jazz.
"I don't know. Sometimes sparklings will get upset because they hear or feel their carrier or sire say or think something that makes them feel unwanted or something like that. Did either of you think of something that could have upset them?" Prowl looked away and bit his lip.
"I didn't," Jazz said.
"Prowl?" The sparklings started sending sad and upset messages though their bond with Prowl asking why he didn't want them and why doesn't he love them. Jazz felt them ask as well.
"Prowler!" Jazz said angrily.
"Why would you think something like that?!" he asked furiously.
"What?" Ratchet was confused.
"Prowl said he didn't want them! That's why they're so upset!" Jazz backed away from Prowl with anger in his optics. Prowl felt tears raising in his optics and he ran out of the med-bay quickly.
Prowl sighed and laid against the tree. He felt like the worst mech in the world. His mate hated him and his sparklings felt like they were unwanted.
"I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry little ones." The sparklings were still upset. He sighed and rubbed his servo over his bulging abdominal plating. They started moving again and sending him little messages through their bonds with him about how they forgave him and how much they loved him.
"I love you too little ones." Prowl slightly smiled and laid on his side in the grass. He was lulled into recharge by the sound of the wind and birds.