Wheeljack didn't reply and looked down at his pedes.

"You are! Jackie! Oh Primus! How far? How long have you known?! Does Bulkhead know?!" she asked in a rush. Wheeljack held her shoulders.

"Calm down Tiny."

"I can't calm down Jackie! You're sparked and you were keeping it from us again!"

"I wasn't planning on it!"

"Answer my questions!" Wheeljack backed up and held out his servos.

"Watch the tone Tiny. You're going to freak it out." Wheeljack held a servo in front of his spark chamber.

"Answer my questions and I won't have to raise my voice."

"All right. Just calm down." Ironelle waited for Jackie to say more.

"I think I'm about a month along. The small spark still hasn't transferred. I've known for about a week. I've been purging my tanks. Bulkhead doesn't know yet." Ironelle picked up a scanner.

"Let me scan you." Wheeljack sighed.

"Fine Tiny." The white mech stood still as Ironelle used to scanner on him. Her optics softened.

"It's a healthy little spark Wheeljack. You're one month and the scanner says that the small spark will transfer in one to two days." Ironelle smiled gently.

"Congratulations Jackie. You get to be a carrier again."

"Yeah I do Tiny." Ironelle smiled.

"Shadow's going to get that younger sibling like she wanted," said Ellie.

"Yeah. I should probably go tell Bulkhead the news."

"Yeah you should Jackie."

"You can give me a maintenance check and update after I come back." Wheeljack walked out of the room.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack's quarters

"Hey Bulkhead? You in here?" Bulkhead walked out of the small private wash racks connected to their room.

"Yeah I'm here Jackie. What's up?"

"I have some new Bulk."

"Ok. Good news or Bad news?"

"Good."

"Ok tell me," said Bulkhead. Wheeljack came closer to him and held his servos.

"You're starting to worry me Jackie." Wheeljack chuckled.

"Don't worry Bulk. It's not bad."

"What is it Jackie?"

"You know how Shadow's been bugging us about having a little brother or sister since I told her I'm her carrier?"

"Yeah. She's really persistent."

"She got her wish," the white mech said.

"What do y—" Bulkhead suddenly got it.

"Jackie!" The large green mech picked him up in a hug.

"Are we really?"

"Yeah Bulk. We're going to have another sparkling. Now put me down. You're making me nauseous." Bulkhead set him down.

"How long have you known?"

"A week."

"How far?"

"A month. The small spark is going to transfer any day now." Bulkhead set a servo over Wheeljack's abdominal armor.

"Promise to be careful this time Jackie?"

"I promise Bulk."

"That means no going on missions and no fighting Cons."

"I promise Bulk. Since you going to be with me I bet you can keep my behavior on track."

A few days later

"NO!"

"Shadow stop being stubborn."

"No!" Bulkhead chased Shadow through one of the halls.

"I don't want a bath!"

"But you're dirty Shadow. You need one."

"I don't want one."

"Come on Shadow. You're as stubborn as a petro rabbit," said Wheeljack.

"So are you! Ellie says!"

"Shadow!" Bulkhead caught her and held her in his arms. She growled.

"No growling Shadow. That's enough."

"I don't want a bath." Wheeljack shook his helm.

'If this one is as stubborn as her...Primus help us,' he thought.

"Come on Jackie." Bulkhead pulled Wheeljack towards the wash racks.

The Wash Racks

Wheeljack scrubbed Shadow's dirty armor. She sat with suds covering her body and a pouty look on her face.

"Jackie I'll be right back. I need to go check on something."

"All right Bulk." The white mech went back to cleaning Shadow's armor.

"Can I have a little brother or sister?" asked Shadow again, for what seemed to be the thousandth time that week.

"Do you want one that bad Shadow?"

"Yes." Wheeljack chuckled and shook his helm. Bulkhead came back in a few minutes and he took over cleaning Shadow. He rinsed the suds from her armor and wrapped her up in a towel.

"I th—" Wheeljack stopped in midsentence, bent over, and let out a small cry of pain.

"Jackie what's wrong?!"

"Tr-Transfer!" Bulkhead set Shadow down and tried to help Jackie stand up straight. Wheeljack groaned and held his abdominal armor.

"What's going on?!" asked Shadow frantically.

"Shadow go back to our quarters!" said Bulkhead calmly.

"Ok." She ran out of the room and to their quarters. Bulkhead rubbed Wheeljack's back struts. Wheeljack sighed and looked up.

"That...was more painful than I remem—" he cried out again and bent over; clutching his abdominal plating once again. Bulkhead was worried now. Wheeljack squeezed Bulkhead's servo.

"I don't...know what's happening Bulk!" Wheeljack squeezed his optics shut and opened them 10 seconds later.

"What was that? The second time?" Bulkhead had to hold Wheeljack up.

"M-Maybe it was some kind r-relapse."

"I'll take you to Ellie and Ratchet to see what was going on." Bulkhead picked up Wheeljack and carried him to the med-bay.