A/N: Another cute and fluffy one for you
Family is Forever – Chapter 10 – Walk
Watching his mate and child play in the rec-room never ceased to be wondrous to Prowl. The whole part of being a father only accentuated it. Coming home to his little white sparkling made every negative feeling just melt away. Ratchet had said that he had been refuelling more, and it had been due to his wish to take a break and spend a few moments throughout the day with his daughter. He also took a day off every now and then, something he had been famous for not doing. Some of those days he dedicated to spending time with Harmony, while other days he spent time with his bondmate refreshing their love in the berth.
All in all, Prowl wouldn't trade it for anything.
And now, as Harmony squealed and giggled as Jazz tickled her, a content smile upturned the corners of his lips.
Harmony saw her sparker looking and reaching out for him, laughing, and said, "Dad! Come play! Come save me!"
Jazz grinned, visor flashing, and used a mock voice to growl, "Never! No one can save you now darlin'!"
The white femmeling squealed again as her papa's fingers ran across her sides and belly to tickle her.
Taking a cursory look around the rec-room to see who was watching, Prowl moved to where they were playing and stood there for a moment, doorwings twitching in restrained laughter. Jazz winked at him, clutching their sparkling to his chest and hissed, "Who dares to stop me from tickling this femme?"
Changing his stance to akimbo, the Praxian replied clearly, "I do. I place you under arrest for unlawfully playing with a sparkling, for making a senior officer get out of his chair, and…"
In a swift, smooth move, the chevroned mech plucked his giggling daughter out of his mate's arms and finished, "…for stealing my spark."
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Jazz cried dramatically, flopping on the floor in a splayed position, clutching his chest.
Those who were watching laughed at the scene. Having a sparkling on the Ark had certainly improved morale.
Looking to Harmony, her little azure optics gleaming with joy, the tactician murmured to her, "What do you say? Jump on him?"
Clapping her hands, Harmony squealed, little developing wing panels wiggling in delight in answer.
With a laugh, Prowl pounced on his mate, making him laugh as well as they tickled each other, Harmony giggling wildly as she 'attacked' her carrier with her small fingers.
"No! Please officer, don't tickle torture me! Ah'll do anythin'! Stockades, brig, ya name it!" the saboteur howled, nothing being able to wipe the large grin fixed on his face. Prowl had a wicked gleam in his optics as he subtly ground his hips down, smirking when Jazz choked at the action, before tickling him again.
"Nah-uh! We gonna get you papa," Harmony chimed in, pinning his arm to the floor with her body.
Panting from the gales of laughter, the horned mech said, "Ah give in. Ah can't take the torture! Clap me in irons, officer."
Leaning down so only his mate could hear, the tactician purred, "Later, perhaps, when Harmony is recharging."
'Ooh, don't tempt me like that, Prowler,' Jazz purred back over their bond, both of them sitting up with Harmony between them. She was smiling at them, doorwings nubs twitching and playfully clicking her visor into place, before retracting again. "Fun," she cooed at them.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe took that moment to enter the rec-room and go to their usual table.
Harmony turned, seeing her favourite uncle, and trilled and whistled loudly at him.
The golden twin merely sat at his booth, torn between relaxing from patrol and going to see his unofficial 'niece.' So he just watched as a crestfallen look on Harmony's face was replaced by a determined one.
Crawling over to her father's knee, Harmony hauled herself up, wobbling a little on her pedes. Prowl and Jazz waited with baited breath. Their sparkling had learned to stand and walk while grabbing onto something. After all, any winged sparkling, Vosnian or Praxian, took longer to walk because of their sense of balance being different to other Cybertronians. And now the creators looked at their creation, who had a stubborn look on her face, so eerily similar to Prowl's, as she balanced and stood.
"Me walk to Unca Sunshine cos he being meanie," she pronounced to her parents, both of them looking at her and sending her support through the creator-creation bond. They were excited to see if Harmony would take her first independent steps.
Taking one hand off Prowl's knee, Harmony took a tentative step, more of a shuffle, before moving the other. She wobbled a bit, her little wing panels moving this way and that in balance. Ever so slowly, she lifted her hand off her father's knee, standing on her own, and took another step. And then another…and another.
She beeped happily at her achievement, taking a brief look back at Prowl and Jazz to see them smiling at her.
"Go on, darlin', go tell Uncle Sunny what a meanie he is," Jazz said to her, leaning into his bondmate's side and saying over the bond, 'Aw look, our baby is growin' up.'
'Yes. I don't know if I'm a little sad at how time has flown already, or glad that I'm able to see how she's developing. I think the latter wins out, of course,' the chevroned mech replied.
Sunstreaker watched as the little white sparkling turned back to him, taking another determined step in his direction. Was he supposed to pick her up or let her make her way?
Harmony beeped in alarm as on her next step, she stumbled and fell. The warrior twin and her creators made to help her up, but she beeped stubbornly, "No help!"
Carefully planting her pedes on the floor, the mini-Jazz white femme got up, barely controlling her wobbling, and toddled slowly over to Sunstreaker's table. It was not until she was almost there that she realised how quiet everything was. Looking around, she saw everyone staring at her. It was enough to lose her balance, and was about to fall back on her developing wings when strong, slightly unsure hands caught her, bringing her up to broad yellow chestplates.
Harmony pouted up at him, "Why you not play with me?"
Sunstreaker rubbed her little sensory horns to soothe her and replied, "I'm tired. And hungry. Like you get sometimes."
A little fist came out and smacked his chestplate as a little voice trilled, "Still, you should say hi."
The more volatile twin sighed. He could never argue with Harmony for two reasons: one, she was Prowl and Jazz's daughter and had inherited their way of negotiating. Two, he was wrapped around her little finger.
"Okay, next time I will. How about I take you for drawing lessons later, hmm?" Sunstreaker offered in a slightly gruff apology.
Tilting her helm to the side to consider it, Harmony then giggled, "Ok, Unca Sunny."
Meanwhile, Prowl and Jazz had picked themselves up off the floor and were back on their seats, watching their sparkling chatter to the mech.
'Do you ever think he'll realise that he'll do anything for Harmony?' Prowl said nonchalantly to Jazz over their bond.
'Prowler, he knows it, but sure as heck is too proud to say it out loud. Besides, he's a good mech underneath the sociopathic tendencies.'
'Only tendencies?' the slightly taller black and white murmured in amusement.
Jazz laughed.
A/N: Yeah, more and more fluff coming your way. Now, next chapter, who makes Harmony cry?