As the time passed thing began to change. So many things. The decepticons began to act up ever since the day of Exillion's birth. They believed that he was Unicron and when he grew up and took the position of Prime he would get rid of all none autobots.
Optimus was called in to stop this, but it still continued. They would fight and try to kill like before the war. This is not what I want for my sparkling. As I look at him I see Hot Shot in him.
His father shines through him so much. It is a shame that he could never have seen his own son. I can imagine what Hot Shot would have been like with him. To see his first steps his first vehicle mode.
Oh Hot Shot would have loved it. I can see Hot Shot now, through him. He would have wanted to raise his son and teach him all he knew like how to handle a blaster properly or how to drift with the right slickness and sexiness like he always tried to do, might I say tried. Oh he would have enjoyed his little man very much. My sparkling . . . our sparkling.
I wonder now, as I see him grow and the decepticons worsen with every millennium, will he grow up in peace like I wanted, like Optimus wanted, like Hot Shot would have wanted. I cannot raise a child when so many transformers hate him. I am afraid to leave the house with him because of some of the crazy decepticons out there that began to take in mind Megatron's old idea . . . that the decepticons rule as the right race of cybertron. It seems that I would have been better off living back of velocitron, but they insist I raise the new Prime where his ancestors were raised and lived.
But his ancestors . . . the other Primes, died off young and quick because of this stupid fight against the ones who hate peace and love war. I don't want that for my baby. Optimus doesn't want that for his grandson. Not many people agree with me though.
The high counsel says that Primes were born to fight. They say that when he becomes the right of age he is to take Optimus' place and fight against those who threaten peace on cybertron. Hot Shot was never forced to do this, but then again no one knew Hot Shot was Optimus' son, but few. I suppose if Hot Shot was still here then he would be forced to do the same, but Optimus, thank Primus, believes in a free choice and does not want Exillion to be forced into something or into somebody he doesn't want to be.
Optimus was like this with Hot Shot. He was never the forcing kind. He was ever so patient. If Exillion wanted to protect the peace of cybertron than he would be the next Prime, but if not Optimus would not force him.
Now only time can tell what Exillion wants. He's just a sparkling right now, but he is ever so precious to me. I love him so, but as I watch him grow I ever wonder what he will say or do when he can think for himself and know right from wrong. I pray he makes the right decisions when he grows, but for now all I can do is hold him tight in my arms . . . that is . . . until it is time to let him go.
As I hold him in my arms and he smiles at me with that smile Hot Shot had and he looks at me in wonder with his baby blues I can only hold him so tight and love him so much when he grows.
"Your baby blues . . . so full of wonder. your curly cues, your contagious smile," smile Override when she sang this lullaby as her baby smiled while she tickled under his small chin.
/And as I watch/
/You start to grow up/
/All I can do . . . is hold you tight/
I know there will be days when I want to give up, but I can't . . . not with him. I have to keep going strong no matter what life throws our way, I have to do it . . . for him.
/Knowing clouds will raise up/
/Storms will race in/
/But you will be safe in my arms/
/Rains will pour down/
/Waves will crash around/
/But you will be safe in my arms/
He is growing now. I can't stop that. Sometimes I wish I could for he is so Innocent and lovingly. I would hate to see that all pass away as he grows. I can only imagine he'll take after his father for if so then I have nothing to worry about, but he was born in so much confusion and agony and so you can never be sure now. You can never be sure.
He's about 3,000 or so right now. He loves reading, well he loves me reading to him. It is one thing that keeps us two close.
/Story books full of fairy tales/
/Kings and Queens and the bluest skies/
Every day about at this time Optimus would return from battle after trying to get the decepticons to stay in their place, but sometimes he had to use force. When he would walk through that door after some harsh battle it seemed he wanted to be left alone, but Exillion didn't know any better.
"Grampa!" he smiled ever so wide as he ran to him.
Optimus bent down and picked up his grandson in his arms and just smiled. Exillion could always make anyone's day.
"Grampa dirty," said Exillion seeing how dirty Optimus was after a fight, but didn't know he fought.
/My heart is torn just in knowing/
"What's that?" asked Exillion touching Optimus' gun on his arm.
"No, no Exillion," said Optimus swinging it away from him so he couldn't touch it. "Don't touch."
/You'll someday see the truth from lies/
As I watch this I see a revelation that Exillion will eventually know that harsh understandings in war. If I could I would lock him away from the outside world so that he would ever know such a horrible thing, but I cannot stop him from learning. It is good to learn and so when he asks we will gladly tell him . . . the right way.
/Knowing clouds will raise up/
/Storms will race in/
/But you will be safe in my arms/
/Rains will pour down/
/Waves will crash around/
/But you will be safe in my arms/
I Know that when he goes through life he will have his ups and downs just as I, his mother, have and his father and his grandfather and so on. It is called living and life. No one can stop it and it never changes, unless you decide to change yourself and look on it. I just want him to know that I will always be there for him, if Primus lets me, when he needs me and that all he needs to do is come to me.
/Castles they might crumble/
/Dreams may not come true/
/But you are never all alone/
/Because I will always . . ./
I do so fear that he will push me away in the future like every teen in their years, but perhaps he will be different . . . perhaps. I just want him to know that I will always love him no matter who he is or what he does. He just has to choose to see that.
/Always love you/
/Clouds will raise up/
/Storms will race in/
/But you will be safe in my arms/
/Rains will pour down/
/Waves will crash around/
/But you will be safe in my arms/
The tight embrace of a mother is strong and firm. How much their love is for that child will determine how strong she is. For what is stronger or greater than love?