Prowl groaned and Jazz picked up Prowl. He carried him to the med-bay.
"Ratchet!" The CMO turned from facing his mate with a sparkling in his arm.
"They're ready?" Prowl nodded and shut his optics tightly.
"Set him here." Ratchet pointed to a berth. Jazz set Prowl down and he groaned. Ratchet grabbed some equipment that was already out. Jazz held Prowl's servo. Prowl sighed as the contraction passed and he looked up at Jazz.
"I'd rest Prowl. Twins takes a while," said Wheeljack tiredly.
"Shush Jack. That's what you should be doing," said Ratchet. Jazz smiled and looked down at Prowl. He was recharging.
"How long does it take Ratch?" asked Jazz.
"It depends. It took Wheeljack a day."
"Don't remind me," the white mech said.
"Shut up 'Jack." Wheeljack rolled his optics and mumbled something under his breath.
"It could take maybe around 12 hours for Prowl." Jazz sighed.
"Hey if you're right Ratch then our sparklings and Jazz and Prowl's sparklings will have the same birthday."
"Yes Wheeljack." Ratchet glared at the engineer.
"Now you need to recharge. Like I've been telling you for the past two hours." Wheeljack sighed and laid down to recharge.
About 12 hours Later...
Prowl yelled in pain. Jazz held his servo tightly. Ratchet sighed and watched the monitor.
"It's almost over Prowl." Prowl cried out again and Jazz looked at the medic.
"Ratch how much longer?"
"Not too much longer. Prowl's almost ready to birth." Prowl yelled again and Jazz grabbed his servos.
"I think they're coming!" he yelled. Ratchet looked over at Prowl who leaned against the berth in pain. Jazz rubbed his back. Prowl rested his arms on the berth and rested his helm on his arms as he moaned. Ratchet scanned Prowl.
"He's ready to birth." Prowl groaned and changed his position. He has sat his arms on the berth and Ratchet knelt down at his pedes.
"Nnnngggghhh!" Jazz grabbed Prowl's servo.
"Push Prowl!" The Datson pushed and yelled in pain.
"Good Prowl. The little one is starting to crown." Jazz smiled.
"Jazz I'm going to Fragging kill you!" he yelled as he pushed. Ratchet chuckled and grabbed a blanket. The contraction faded and Prowl leaned against the berth with a groan.
"I know Prowler. I know it hurts." Prowl closed his optics and moaned.
"Jazz I want it to be over!"
"I know Prowler," said Jazz.
"Here comes the next contraction Prowl. Push!" Prowl yelled in pain as he pushed.
"It's almost over Prowl. This first one is almost here."
"Nngghh!" Jazz stroked Prowl's servo and watched Ratchet.
"The head is out Prowl. It's almost over." Ratchet slipped the energon line from around its neck.
"Push Prowl." Prowl's door wings stood straight up and Jazz let him squeeze his servo.
"NNNGGGHHH! JAZZ! IT HURTS!" Crying filled the med-bay and Prowl cried as he fell back against the berth.
"It's a mech." Ratchet set the sparkling in Prowl's arms and Jazz smiled brightly
"He's beautiful." Jazz stroked the little mech's helm. Ratchet cut the energon line from his chest and Prowl bit his glossa to keep from yelling. Jazz took their son into his arm and Prowl began to push the second sparkling from his chassis.