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"No, you're not doing it right. A little more to the left."
"So… Right there?"
"No, now you're too low…"
"Okay… It's still not working, babe…"
"Oh, for the love of Primus… Just give me that…" Knock Out growled, finally getting fed up with trying to direct his mate. He placed his servo over Breakdown's, which currently held a small scanning device against the sports car's swollen gestation chamber. The doctor sat up slightly on the medberth, moving his partner's servo and the scanner to the proper place on his abdomen. Almost instantly an image appeared on the screen near the medberth. It was a grainy black and white image of a tiny sparkling, curled up contently inside his carrier. A huge grin spread across Breakdown's face. "Ah! There he is!" he said excitedly before catching himself. "Umm… I mean… If it is a he… Is he?"
Knock Out let out a chuckle, shaking his helm. He moved his mate's hand ever so slightly, trying to get a better angle to see. "Yes, babe. He's a mech." He replied softly, a small smile spreading across his lips. "Looks like he's got your body type, too." He added, giving the big mech a smirk. Breakdown chuckled lightly at that. "Oh, good. That means he'll have his sire's dashing good looks, right?" he asked, that grin of his never leaving his face. Knock Out rolled his optics. He thought he'd say something like that. Before the sports car could retort with a smartass comment of his own he flinched slightly, placing his free servo against his abdomen.
"Ah! He kicked! I saw him!" Breakdown shouted happily, practically bouncing on his pedes in excitement. Knock Out vented a sigh, allowing himself to lay back on the medberth again. "You wouldn't be so happy about it if he was kicking youall day and night. It doesn't exactly tickle, you know…" he grumbled out, though even that couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Breakdown was so happy. He almost didn't have the spark to tear the big mech away from looking at their sparkling. If they didn't have other things to do, he wouldn't have. "Alright, babe. I think that's enough for now. Starscream will be here any minute with the twins for their check-up."
Breakdown looked disappointed at that, reluctantly turning off the scanning device and putting it away. As he came back with an extra piece of plating and snapped it into place over his mate's gestation chamber, Knock Out ran a servo over the larger mech's arm. He gave him a soft smile. "Don't worry, you can look at it all you want later on." He promised. Breakdown's grin immediately returned. "Alright, I'll hold you to that."
Not long afterward, Starscream made his way into the medbay with his two tiny seekerlings waddling unsteadily at his sides, each holding tightly onto one of their carrier's digits to keep themselves upright. Knock out couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he watched them. "Aww, did you two walk all the way here on your own? You're getting to be big mechs now, huh?" the sports car asked, giving the two sparklings a big grin. The two replied with a happy giggle, each reaching their free servo up towards the medic. He would have loved to lean down and pick them up like they wanted, but he knew he'd never be able to get back up on his own with how unbalanced he was at the moment. Knock Out had been spending a lot of time with the twins over the past few months, hoping to prepare himself as much as possible for his own little one. He quickly discovered he didn't hate sparklings quite as much as he'd first thought. In fact, he was beginning to really look forward to having his own.
Starscream leaned down briefly to scoop the two mechlings up into his arms, lifting them up to sit on the medberth. The two squirmed around against their carrier's grip, trying to get free and crawl around on their own. The slender Seeker let out an aggravated growl. "Would you two please sit still for once?" he grumbled out, which only resulted in more giggles from the twins. Knock Out had to stifle his own laughter at that. "Getting to be a servoful, are they?" he teased as he walked over to one of the side tables that held much of his equipment. He heard Starscream vent a sigh behind him. "Oh, they've always been a servoful. They're just more energetic about it now."
"Oh? What happened to your two babysitters? Or are they getting to be too much for them?" Knock Out asked with a small snicker as he picked up a datapad and turned back towards his Second in Command. Starscream rolled his optics at that. "They seem to have found better things to do. Not a day goes by that I don't catch Skywarp and Dreadwing hanging all over each other in the halls, and Thundercracker's been spending quite a lot of time over at the Autobot base. I can only imagine who he's fooling around with… Then again, he's never really been the promiscuous type. Not like Skywarp, at least. Actually, now that I think about it, Soundwave's been over there quite a lot as well…" the Seeker explained, tapping a digit thoughtfully against his chin at the last part. Knock Out shook his helm a bit. "Just tell your brothers to be careful for at least another few months. I want to get used to taking care of my own sparkling before I have to deliver someone else's again."
Starscream replied with a light chuckle, nodding his helm in understanding. With the pressures of the war practically gone, everyone was more or less free to focus on more personal matters. For Starscream and Knock Out, that meant focusing on taking care of their growing families. The two carriers had become fast friends now that they had something in common with each other. Knock Out had been helping the Seeker take care of the twins, all the while gossiping like two old housewives. Dawnbreaker and Knightfall had come to think of the doctor as another uncle. Even so, the two sparklings seemed to be trying their hardest to give the expectant medic plenty of practice taking care of young children. The two had a bit of a mischievous streak in them, and today was no exception.
Knock Out set down his datapad on the edge of the medberth as he went to start his examination of the two little ones. Of course, the second he went to grab Dawnbreaker he heard something clatter against the floor next to him. The doctor cringed slightly, looking down to see that Knightfall had slipped out of his carrier's grasp just enough to be able to kick the datapad off the side of the berth. Knock Out let out a groan, to which the black seekerling could only giggle playfully. He vented a sigh, keeping a firm hold on the edge of the medberth as he bent down to try to pick the datapad up. Starscream craned his neck to try to see how the sports car was faring. "Umm… Wouldn't you rather I get that for you?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
"I'm fine! I don't need any help. You just keep a hold on those two scraplings…" he grumbled out, slightly aggravated. Even so, he had to admit to having a bit of trouble reaching all the way to the ground. He couldn't bend nearly as far as he usually could, and his enlarged abdomen was definitely getting in the way. He let out a strained grunt as he tried to stretch his arm as far as he could, though he couldn't quite reach it. Suddenly he felt a large servo brace against his side, while a second slipped into view and effortlessly picked up the datapad he was after. The doctor then felt himself being lifted back up to his pedes, the datapad placed back on the berth.
"Babe, just ask for help the next time you drop something, okay?" Breakdown teased, kissing his mate's cheek softly. Knock Out gave a small growl, his faceplates heating up in embarrassment. "I could have picked it up myself! Eventually…" the sports car grumbled out the last part, folding his arms across his chestplates. The larger mech let out a chuckle, leaning down slightly to pat the doctor's swollen gestation chamber lightly. "Hey kid, tell your Mama to be more careful, will ya? Maybe he'll listen to you better." He asked playfully, kissing Knock Out on the neck. The red mech rolled his optics as his mate wandered off to finish something Megatron had asked him to do.
Once Breakdown left, Starscream let out a small chuckle. "Don't let it bother you too much. Megatron used to tease me like that when I was carrying these two. I think it's a sire thing." He assured with a small smile. Knock Out vented a sigh, letting a smile of his own spread across his face. "Yeah, I guess there's no helping i-Oh, no you don't!" he growled suddenly, snatching the datapad up before Knightfall could knock it down again. The black seekerling had managed to squirm out of his carrier's grip again and had crawled across the berth towards the device. Once it was gone, the sparkling's attention shifted slightly to Knock Out's abdomen, which was right in front of him. He reached out a small servo and copied what he'd seen Breakdown do a moment ago, giving the doctor's gestation chamber a soft pat.
"Amm… Mmm… Mama." Knightfall mumbled out, repeating the only word he'd heard enough to try to say. Knock Out froze. He knew Starscream had been trying to teach the twins to talk over the past few weeks, so far with no luck. Well, until now. Slowly, the doctor's optics drifted up to look at his Second in Command, who could only stare with his mouth hanging open. He suddenly felt a small pang of guilt. Primus knows how Starscream must feel right now, having just watched his son call another mech 'mama'. The infant looked between the two adults, tilting his helm slightly in confusion. He then looked back at his carrier. "Mama!" he said again with a happy giggle.
To Knock Out's relief, Starscream's expression instantly softened into a smile. The Seeker scooped the little one up into his arms, hugging him tightly and eliciting an excited squeal from the mechling. "Hehehehe! Mama! Mama!" he giggled out, nuzzling his faceplates against his carrier's chestplates. Starscream let out a chuckle, caressing the child's helm with his servo. "That's right, sweetie! I'm your Mama! That's very good!" he practically squealed out himself. Suddenly, he felt a tug on his arm. The Seeker glanced down to see Dawnbreaker staring back up at him with a pout on his face. "Aaah… Amma…" he mumbled out, tugging on his carrier's arm again. Starscream gave the silver seekerling a small smile, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close against his body. "Aww, that was so close, Sweetspark. Try it again. Say 'Mama'."
"Mmm… Mama." Dawnbreaker repeated finally, at which point Starscream scooped him up next to his brother. Knock Out couldn't help but smile as he watched Starscream hug and praise his two little ones. He rested a servo against his abdomen, a content look on his face. He couldn't wait for his little mechling to be born.
Megatron made his way back to his quarters immediately after Starscream reported that the twins were done with their check-up. He was eager to hear what, if anything, Knock Out had found. He was still worried that Airachnid might have hurt the children somehow when she'd drugged his expectant mate, despite Knock Out's insistence that they were both fine. He still had his men constantly scouring the globe for the treacherous spider, so far with no luck. The warlord had heard that the Autobot Arcee had a history with the she-spider. Perhaps now that the truce was in effect, he could enlist her help to hunt her down.
All of Megatron's worries seemed to disappear once he stepped through the door to his room. Starscream sat at the edge of their berth, Knightfall and Dawnbreaker both sitting on his lap. The two each had a disc-shaped crystal of sweet energon in their mouths, no doubt a treat from Knock Out for being good during their examination. Of course, he doubted they'd been perfect little angels the whole time, so it was far more likely that they were given the treat simply for being cute.
Starscream gave his mate a smile as he saw him approach. Megatron sat down next to the Seeker, wrapping an arm behind his back and placing a soft kiss on his lips. The twins both looked up at their sire, reaching up to grab at his helm. The warlord broke the kiss with his mate, smiling down at his sons. "Alright, alright. I didn't forget about you two." He said with a chuckle before leaning down and giving each of them a small peck on the top of the helm. They both let out a happy giggle before going back to their snacks. Megatron returned his attention to Starscream, nuzzling his faceplates against the slender Seeker's neck. "So? What'd Knock Out have to say?" he asked, giving his Second in Command's neck cables a playful nip. The jet let out a small chuckle, pushing lightly against the larger mech's shoulder as if to say 'not in front of the kids'.
"He said they're perfectly healthy. You really don't have anything to worry about, love. They're fine." Starscream assured, resting his helm against his mate's shoulder. "Besides, I think you'll find what they said to be far more interesting." He added, a smirk spreading slowly across his lips. Megatron's optics widened instantly at that. "What they… You mean they spoke?" the warlord asked, a look of astonishment on his face. Starscream let out an amused chuckle, glancing down at Dawnbreaker, who'd just finished his snack. "Sweetie, why don't you tell your sire what you learned today?" he asked softly, giving the seekerling an encouraging smile. The silver mechling looked up at his sire, a happy grin appearing on his face. "Hehehe! Mama!" he giggled out, reaching his servos out towards his sire.
"Ah! That's very good, Dawn!" Megatron praised, patting the silver seekerling on the helm. Almost immediately there was a soft whine from his brother. Knightfall, a little jealous of the attention his twin was getting, reached his servos out as well, bouncing a little on his carrier's leg. "Mama! Mamaaaaaaa!" the little black jet whined, making little grabbing gestures with his servos. Megatron laughed lightly, shaking his helm. "Yes, you did very good too, Knightfall!" he began, giving his other son a pat on the helm as well. "But I think you two should learn how to say 'Papa' next."
Knock Out let out a groan, turning over in the berth for the hundredth time that night. He was miserably uncomfortable tonight, and couldn't get to sleep for the life of him. He couldn't seem to find a comfortable position to lay in, and every time it felt like he could finally manage to get some recharge seemed to be the exact moment his sparkling decided he wanted to squirm around inside him. Of course, as if that wasn't bad enough, he had to listen to Breakdown snoring loudly next to him, almost as if to rub it in that he had no trouble at all falling asleep. Eventually, the sports car sat up, letting out an aggravated huff.
Seconds later, Breakdown awoke with a loud grunt as he felt something heavy plop down on his abdomen. His optic flickered online as he leaned up a bit. He looked down to find Knock Out sitting on top of him, straddling his waist. "U-umm… Do you need something, babe?" the larger mech asked groggily, rubbing at his good optic. The doctor glared down at his mate, shoving him back down on the berth. "I can't sleep." He grumbled out as if it were his partner's fault. Breakdown arched a brow ridge. "Okay… So, what do you want me to do about it?" he asked, expecting the sports car to demand they interface immediately. It wouldn't be the first time he was woken up at three in the morning like this for a good frag. In fact, this would make the third time in the past week. Not that he was complaining, mind you…
This time, however, wasn't quite as fun as he was expecting. Knock Out let out a small sob, coolant welling up in his optics. Breakdown gave a small gasp, sitting up and wrapping his arms loosely around his mate's waist. "S-sorry! I didn't mean it like that! D-don't cry! What do you need me to do, babe?" he stuttered out frantically. The sports car wrapped his arms around the larger mech's torso, burying his face against his partner's shoulder. Breakdown immediately shifted the smaller mech to a better position in his arms, making sure he didn't accidentally put too much pressure on Knock Out's gestation chamber.
"Just tell the sparkling to stop moving around… I wanna go to sleep…" the Aston Martin whined out against his mate's shoulder. Breakdown vented a sigh, rubbing a servo down the doctor's back. "I would if I could, but you know there's nothing we can do about that…" he replied as softly as he could, though he was sure no matter how nicely he put it, his mate was likely to shift right into his angry gear. However, his expectations were once again proven wrong as Knock Out's sobs slowly faded away. Instead of screaming, he heard a small moan escape his partner's lips right next to his audio sensor.
"Ngh… A little lower, babe…" the doctor mumbled out. It took Breakdown a moment to realize what he was referring to. After a moment, he started rubbing a spot a little lower on the sports car's spinal strut, putting a little more pressure on the expectant mech's aching frame. He knew he reached the right place when he felt Knock Out's servos ball up into fists against his back and heard a small groan of pleasure. "Does this really help that much?" he asked with a chuckle, to which his mate nodded quickly against his shoulder. "Oh Primus, that feels better than sex right now, you have no idea…" the sports car groaned out, arching his back slightly.
After a few minutes, Knock Out seemed to settle down quite a bit. Breakdown looked down at his mate. "Uhh… Knock Out?" he asked softly. There was no reply. Instead, the smaller mech merely let out a light snore. The blue mech vented a sigh, though a small smile remained on his face. Well, that wasn't too hard. Usually he had to completely wear his mate out before he was able to get some sleep. He was keen to get some recharge himself, but soon realized the fatal flaw in his plan. Knock Out may have finally found a comfortable position to sleep in, but that left him sitting up. He dared not move, fearing he'd wake his mate up. He let out another sigh. He couldn't help but wonder if Megatron had to deal with the same sort of thing when Starscream was carrying.