A/N: More fluffiness! Next one won't be as fluffy, but it's not angsty either.

Family is Forever – Chapter 8 – Rubix and Words

*Click*

*Clack*

*Click-clack-Click*

"Good girl. You, my dearspark, are getting entirely too good at this."

A little giggle.

*Click*

Prowl watched proudly as his little white sparkling played with her rubix cube, working towards solving it yet again. They were on his and Jazz's berth, and he was having an uncharacteristic day off just to spend it all with his creation. He was smiling, supporting Harmony's back with his arm as she clicked at the object in her hands, matching up all the yellow and the blue side before beeping in frustration at the mixed up colours on the remaining four sides. Prowl chuckled, watching her with soft optics as she played, little wing nubs twitching with sparkling concentration.

Harmony let out a satisfied warble as she finally got another two sides solved.

"Even without an advanced computer you are taking after me," Prowl said to her, and she merely looked up at him, giggled and went back to the cube. Prowl made a little warble noise back at her, blowing a puff of air into her neck, making her squeal and drop the cube for a moment. He did it again, letting a giggle of his own escape as she wiggled and chattered, a few more squeals escaping from the happy smile on her face.

The tactician stopped, knowing if she got herself too worked up, happy or not, she would overheat. Harmony warbled again, picking up the cube and setting out to finish it.

"Harmony," Prowl sing-songed to her.

The little femme merely raised a hand to lay it on his nose to pat it softly in response. Marvelling at how tactile she was, Prowl nuzzled into the hand, making her chirp happily. Then colour filled his vision.

Prowl laughed as he took the completed rubix cube, kissing both of her sensory horns and saying, "Dearspark, you are truly amazing."

Harmony burbled, optics shining up at her father.

Then, Prowl's spark nearly stopped.

"Da…" Harmony warbled.

Prowl stilled, waiting to see if she'd say it again.

"Da..da.."

"Dad, that's right dearspark," the black and white mech whispered softly.

Harmony clapped her hands together and squealed before she blurted, "Dad!"

A tremendous feeling of love and ecstasy crashed over his spark, and he let it flow through the bond to both mate and sparkling. He picked her up, cradling her close to his spark in joy as he got up off the berth before tossing her up in the air slightly, making her laugh and squeal, looking at him with bright, innocent optics. Prowl laughed with her, catching her lightly and holding her close, sprinting out of the room, not caring if anyone saw as he went to the sparring room where Jazz was with Bumblebee.

"Jazz!" he called joyfully as soon as he entered.

His visored bondmate looked up, frown dissolving into a grin as he saw Prowl, smile glowing on his face as he rushed to him with their sparkling clicking happily in his arms.

"S'up babe?" Jazz asked.

Breathlessly, Prowl held Harmony and whispered to her, "Can you say it again darling?"

Harmony looked in confusion between both creators faces, before she burbled and said, "Dad."

Jazz's jaw dropped open as he heard that.

Harmony thought her carrier looked funny and she giggled at his expression, clapping her little hands and doorwing nubs wiggling happily. Jazz moved forward to kiss her helm gently, one hand stroking over her little sensory horns, shaped exactly like his own, while he laid another kiss, but on Prowl's lips as joy radiated throughout their bond. Their daughters first word!

Harmony felt the good feelings in her little spark from her parents. If she had said that, maybe making another sound, but different would get her thrown in the air again? She liked that. And cuddles.

"Papa!" Harmony giggled, pointing at Jazz.

The saboteur beamed so widely he was afraid the metal plates holding his face might break.

"Dad! Papa! Dad, papa, dad, papa!" the little white femmeling squealed, pointing from Prowl to Jazz as she did so. More warmth entered her spark and she cooed up at her creators, grinning just as they were.

"Oh love, isn't she adorable?" Jazz asked, brushing his fingertips over her abdomen, tickling her and making her giggle. He loved hearing the happy noises from her and feeling the love only a sparkling could give flow through him and his bondmate. It was the most pure and beautiful thing in the world. Their Harmony had truly been a gift to them. Looking back on it, the visored mech found himself to be glad for going into heat. Without it, he and Prowl would have never had this bundle of hope and joy.

"Completely. I can't believe she said her first words," Prowl said happily.

Jazz relished in the smile and happily sparkling optics of the tactician. The times he had seen Prowl this happy in public were few. He knew Bumblebee was watching from a respectful distance, a smile on his own face.

"Me too. Kinda makes you wonder what she'll say next," Jazz wondered aloud.

The door to the sparring room cycled open, catching Harmony's attention first. Seeing the mech entering, she frowned, screwing her expression in concentration as her parents greeted the mech. And then with a twitter of satisfaction, she squealed at the golden yellow mech, catching his attention.

"Un..ca…Sun…ny!" Harmony smiled at Sunstreaker, who stared at her in shock.

"Guess I don't have to wonder anymore," Jazz said slowly, dumbfounded at how fast his sparkling was progressing.

However, Prowl was looking intently at Sunstreaker, who had shuffled backwards as Harmony giggled and cooed at him. "Sunstreaker…you do realise that if she learns some words off of you, if they are swear words, then I am going to give my daughter your paints and let her paint all over you."

Jazz and Harmony giggled at the grimace on the toughliner's face as he nodded and left the room before anything else could happen.

"Dad…papa," cooed Harmony again, cuddling into Prowl, gripping onto his chestplates. The stern face dropped from the tacticians face again and he pulled Jazz into an embrace, their happily cooing sparkling between them.

A/N: Hope you liked!

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