Sorry it took longer for an update than I said it would. Some things came up. This chapter also made me up the rating for swearing. I would have left it out to keep the rating low, but it seemed incredibly fitting for the moment... After looking over this part for a quick edit to fix up things before submitting, this part seems a bit rushed to me, but that might just be me. There's one more part after this.

And now finally...

"Optimus…I think the baby wants out…" Elita-One said in a slight panic.

Optimus blinked out of recharge and rolled over to face her. She was kneeling on the floor over a puddle of warm liquid, which was gooshing down the inside of her legs. "Really? How can you tell?"

Ironhide and Chromia woke up next door to angry screaming. They both glanced at each other before getting up. "Sounds like Elita's going into labor," Ironhide said calmly.

"I'll go wake up Ratchet…you go find a box," Chromia replied.

"What do we need the box for?" he asked.

"Well, if a certain part of Optimus' anatomy should get ripped out, we're gonna need someplace to keep it until Ratchet can reattach it," she responded.

"Oh… Smart thinking…"

Jazz put off going to retrieve Bumblebee so he could stand in the hall with Sideswipe, recording the ordeal so that years from now they would have a visual aid when they told the sparkling how weird its family is. They seemed to be the only ones brave enough to actually be out in the open. Everyone else was hiding in the safety of their rooms.

"Well I'm glad you both find this amusing!" Optimus snapped, trying hard not to drop his mate on her head.

"Oh, just ignore them and get me to the damn medbay!" Elita replied, smacking him upside the head.

"Stop hitting me, or you're walking to the medbay!" he countered.

"I swear, you make me walk, and you won't be getting any for the next millennia!" Elita threatened.

"Good, then that lessens the chance of you getting pregnant again anytime soon!"

"Isn't having a sparkling such a wonderful experience?" Jazz said sarcastically.

"Shut up!!" Optimus and Elita screamed at him in unison.

"You're right! You can just feel all the love that's going around, can't you?" Sideswipe added.

"Ironhide, why the hell are you following me with that frigging box?!" Optimus demanded angrily.

"Oh, trust me, you'll understand why sooner or later," Ironhide answered.

Elita-One panted on the medical berth while Ratchet looked her over. "Bad news, Elita… I don't think the sparkling's going to budge just yet… It'll likely be in there another hour at the least."

"At the least?!" she yelled in response. "No fucking way! She's coming out NOW!!"

"Wait, when did we determine that the sparkling is a girl?" Optimus asked.

"We didn't! It's just a guess!" she replied. Elita glared at her abdomen. "Do you hear me young lady?! You're coming out right this second, even if I have to send your father up there to pull you out!!" And with that, she started pushing as hard as she could.

"Please don't let her force me to reach up there…" Optimus pleaded.

Ratchet sighed. "No, you're not going to have to reach up there. Elita, stop before you hurt yourself."

"I don't think so!!" she snapped, continuing to push.

"Elita, you're gonna end up pulling a gear…or lubricating yourself, whichever comes first," Optimus said. She continued to ignore him.

"Elita, please, stop…oh shit, don't stop… Ironhide, bring me a towel!" Ratchet called behind him. Ironhide nodded and went to retrieve a towel.

"I told you she's coming!!" Elita replied.

"The sparkling's coming?! I want to see!" Optimus leaned over curiously, but the sight of childbirth was apparently too much for him, as he promptly passed out.

"Optimus, what the fuck are you doing?!" Elita demanded angrily.

"Quit swearing and push! He'll be fine for now!" Ratchet snapped.

Finally, after a lot of pushing, the sparkling was out. Ratchet wrapped it up in the towel Ironhide held out for him. "You're right, Elita. The sparkling's female." He and Elita both looked down at the floor where Optimus was still unconscious while he handed the sparkling over to her.

"I'll take care of it," Ironhide volunteered, walking over to the cooling unit and retrieving the bucket of ice cold fluid that Ratchet kept in there for moments like this. He dumped the bucket on Optimus. "It's a girl," he announced before tossing the empty bucket at him and walking outside to tell Chromia.

Optimus shook his head off and looked up at his mate, who was sending a particularly evil glare in his direction. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip out your entire interface system right now," she growled.

"Um…I love you?" he tried.

"Good reason. Now get up here and meet your daughter," she replied, smiling for the first time since she went into labor.

Optimus settled into a chair next to her and looked at his daughter. "You tried to make Mommy kill me, didn't you?"

Bumblebee and Jazz quickly slid to a halt inside the base. They were both out of breath after racing over from Sam's house. "I'm sorry I'm late… Jazz poured Yoo-hoo into my fuel tank and I had to flush it out," Bumblebee apologized.

"I thought you liked Yoo-hoo?" Jazz said.

"Not in my fuel tank!" he snapped glaring at him.

Ratchet shushed them both. "The sparkling's sleeping! You may go in, but be quiet!" He motioned towards the door.

Elita and Optimus looked up when they heard the door open. The sparkling was recharging in Optimus' arms. He smiled and motioned for them to come closer.

"So, do I have a brother or a sister?" Bumblebee asked quietly.

"A sister," Elita replied. Bumblebee cheered.

"The sparkling's a girl? So does that make me an uncle, or an aunt?" Jazz asked. He suddenly realized the obvious stupidity of that question during the awkward silence that followed.

"That makes you an aunt," Optimus answered.

"Aunt Jazz… Cool. I can live with that," he shrugged.

"Can I hold her? Please?" Bumblebee begged.

"May I hold her," Elita corrected.

"But I asked first!" he protested.

Optimus snickered, carefully placing the sparkling in his arms, and pulled up another seat for him. The sparkling looked up at her older "brother", squeaked, and snuggled against his spark. He smiled and stroked her head.

"What did you name her?" Jazz asked.

"Nevaeh," Optimus said proudly.

"Thank Primus!! It's normal!!" Ratchet screamed from somewhere in the base.

Nevaeh. Born January 9th, 2009. Born sometime in the middle of the night. I don't know how much she weighs, you'll have to ask Ratchet. I'm not sure how big either, only that it's quite large compared to a human, and quite small compared to a giant robot.

The name "Nevaeh" was chosen for a personal reason. There was someone in my family with that name, so this is kind of a nod towards them. It's the word "heaven" spelled backwards. I don't know how you'd pronounce it, but we pronounced it "Neh-vay-uh" (I only say this because a few of my friends struggled on this one when I ran it by them =P).