Boti: So, yeah, I haven't updated this story and I am so sorry. But I have this for you and I am hoping to end this here in the next few chapters. Maybe a happy ending for all with a brand new baby girl! Yay!

Anyways, on with the show!

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Chapter Sixteen

Again, my life seemed to halt as I was ONCE AGAIN placed on best rest for our daughter's health. She was quite a smart little thing as well, somehow speeding along her own human like development. However, it was not very good for me health wise. My stomach was expanding more than Ratchet liked and my body was having a hard time keeping up. So the bed rest is also for my own health. But sometimes I would be allowed to visit our son.

Which brings me to a rather upsetting thing. We have yet to settle on a name. A name that Ratchet and I could both agree on. He wanted something close to what they have as names, after objects or abtract items. I wanted more Earth names. So we always disagreed. I just couldn't bring myself to call him Dredger. How the hell do you come up with Dredger?

Still, it didn't end well. We would disagree, which would cause my blood/energon pressure to rise and then he would leave, not wanting to cause any sudden concerns regarding our little girl.

"Naming issues?" her voice made my head pop up, my eyes focused on her. I envied her right now, being able to freely move about. Being stuck in bed did lead to bed sores and Primus, did it hurt.

"Yes. He is being so stubborn, Cassie. I just want something normal to me but we can't agree. Is Adam really that bad? Or David?"

"Can you picture a robot with a name like that?" she arched her brow at me, moving to sit on the bed. I sighed, seeing her point more so as I rubbed my belly. It was beginning to expand more, a slight bump noticeable. Hell, less than a week goes by and I am near 5 months pregnant. Ratchet believes I would be giving birth in the next 2 days but I didn't want her to feel rushed. Even though daddy seems to want to rush.

"I just don't know," I chewed on my bottom lip, watching as Cassie tapped her chin. She pondered on her thoughts before snapping her fingers, turning her attention back on me.

"What about when you saw him? How did he react to you? Or….seem to you?"

I pondered even more so, thinking hard on that. He seemed super fast, sweet, and just protective. But that didn't seem to register anything. That was….of course!

"Comet?" I tested the word, checking to see how it felt on my tongue. It just seemed to fit, almost working 100 percent. He moved fast, was beautiful, and just seemed like he would be unpredictable as a comet.

"OMG!" Cassie explained. I glanced at her as she clapped her hands. "That's perfect. He is your comet. Halley's Comet! Yes!"

I found my eyes widen at what she just said. She was totally right. My name was Hallie. His Comet. He is my Comet. It just clicked wonderfully! But his father…..now that would be the final test. Ratchet would have to approve it before the 'naming ceremony' that was to be performed. Which was, 'here is my son, Comet! That is his name!'

Yes, that is so going to be his name. Bite me Ratchet.

"Cassie, I love you," I finally said, watching as she grinned. She just laughed at me before reaching over, rubbing my belly.

"Don't forget, we have one more to name."

"Well, I actually have an idea," I admitted, watching her eyes slowly match mine. She waited patiently until I answered.

"Rosalyn Cassie Hope," I said, watching as her eyes lit up in surprise. That was right though. One of my little girl's names would be after my bestest best friend in the world. And another even bigger surprise…

"You and 'Hide will be the godparents too."

Her face was priceless as she just stared at me, her eyes wider than I have ever seen. I was very concerned about her health but she slowly smiled, screaming she was honored, before running toward the door. She barely missed running into Ratchet's holoform before continuing, screaming for her boyfriend.

"She seems strangely happy," Ratchet murmured as he entered my room. I smiled sheepishly as I told him what I said, telling him the name of our little girl that I chose and the fact that they had godparents.

"Hallie, you should have consulted me before making this decision. We need to make this together."

"Like choosing the name for our son? You fight me every moment, Ratchet. I don't want you to always have the final say," I gritted my teeth, keeping my temper in check. My 'Cybertronian' hormones were all over the place and his words were not helping me.

I felt a swift kick in my stomach, gulping down a squeal of pain. I didn't want him to be concerned but his own irritated and tired gaze faded to nothing. His hands landed on my stomach, his voice a mere whisper as he spoke to our daughter.

"I am sorry, Rosie. We are just having a disagreement."

My voice hitched, my eyes tearing up at his words. He….accepted her name. He called her Rosie. Anytime he ever did that, he accepted what I said, and he accepted the name I chose.

"Ratch?"

"She will appear human, so having a human like name would be sufficient for her. And Hope seems befitting of her, giving us that sense of hope that she would be fine," he paused, carefully choosing his next words. "What of our son?"

"Cassie and I discussed that, going over what I thought when I first heard of him and saw him. We have chosen Comet…for a reason," I told him. Ratchet smirked, giving a chuckle before nodding his head. His hands remained on my abdomen, his fingers massaging along my hips to help the tired skin.

"Halley's Comet I presume," he chuckled at my nod as he thought it over, before nodding once. "I believe I can settle for that. Comet seems like an appropriate choice, considering his choice in colors as well."

"Colors?"

"Ah, yes. He is slowly speaking but he has adapted quite well. He chose a few shades of blue and metallic colors, having his vehicle form done in pin stripping. I believe that is the term," Ratchet paused before gaining confidence at his words. "He says it's something that calls to him. The colors just make sense."

"So you are not at all fighting me on this? Have we honestly chosen a name?"

Ratchet nodded, his eyes softening as he gave me a gentle kiss. One of his hands snaked it's way into my odd colored hair, our foreheads touching. He seemed so tired, like everything going on was chipping away at his sanity. My health was his top priority and now his son is needing his real form to help adjust to humanity. It was proving to much to the medic. The signs were so obvious.

"Everything will work out," I whispered, his hand traveling down to my shoulder. He smiled at me even though he looked beyond exhausted.

"I have no doubt, love. With you, things always do."

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I took in a deep breath, taking in the fresh air that was around me. My stomach had gotten huge, but there were signs that Rosalyn has slowed her development, meaning any day I would give birth. But it was becoming tiresome for my body, having to suddenly adjust to over 10 human months of pregnancy in merely 1 week. Still, my health improved immensely. It was now just a waiting game for our baby girl to decide it's time.

"The sun feels so good," I mummered, hugging myself. The feel of warmth was so welcoming and the sight of blue skies and ocean just did wonders to a tired soul. Even my own as I tried to keep a smile on my face.

"I must admit, I agree," his voice wrapped me in love as I turned, seeing Ratchet's human holoform leaning against his true form. Ratchet had been afraid to transform, worried he could hurt me or send me into premature labor. But he had the expertise of some human doctors that could assist him if needed. But still, I missed his real self.

"Yeah," I smiled sheepishly as my attention returned to the vast open water. I didn't know how long we stood in silence, but it was enough to cause my head to wonder. I had been afraid that the romance between us had died. And even then, I was worried that with my body going out of whack so fast that maybe…he found me less attractive. Did he still love me after all the crap we have been through?

Silly thought, I know. But it was something I worried about. Relationships sometimes falter and I hated the falter. And yet, I was being foolish. He was my bondmate, right? So he would always love me, even in the end. Yes?

"Ratchet," I called out to him. I didn't need to turn to know he would comply, my proof the feeling of his arms around my form.

"Yes, dear?"

"Remember how you said that my love was enough for you?" I asked him.

"Of course," there was no heisitation in his answer as his arms remained around me, his lips somehow finding my temple. His hand traveled down my arm, our fingers immediately intertwining.

"Is it still enough?" my voice dropped to a whisper, afraid to ruin the perfection of this moment. Ratchet chuckled as his hand squeezed mine, his eyes lighting up. The other hand found its way to my protruding belly, resting lightly against the stretched skin.

"Yes. And what we have created is forever proof of that."

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Boti: Congrats to you, my dear SweetSpark22! Your names have made it into the story! Yay!

Another note, a pregnancy lasts 40 weeks. 4 weeks per month. So basically 10 months, not 9 months. It's a common misconception.

This story will hopefully be finished soon. But I make no promises! Hope you all enjoy! See you soon…hopefully!