A/N: Time for a revert in emotional theme of the story in comparison to the last chapter. I want to show how quick Harmony re-adjusts (so this is about two weeks after last chapter). After this point, I will go faster through Harmony's life. So next bit will be set about 3 years in the future.

DX This chap is short and didn't turn out how planned. Can anyone juice the muse? Have any ideas for me?

Family is forever – Chapter 12 – Mess

Prowl walked into his quarters and promptly stopped dead in the entrance.

There, on the floor, in the midst of chaos, was his mate their creation, calmly drawing on some large sheets of paper. It was in dramatic contrast to their surroundings.

The walls had scribbles all over them, some of them definitely Jazz's by the looks of them. There was one of him, back to the viewer and only part of his face shown. And in some Cybertronian glyphs next to it with an arrow pointing to his drawn rear, it read 'Property of Jazz.' Other ones that were paintings noticeably made by a mature bot were a few of Ravage hog-tied and hanging over a raging waterfall. It was amusing to see he had been painted rainbow in the picture.

But a large majority were Harmony's. Little finger paintings were everywhere on the walls, some were just of her hands, with her name above them, while others had obviously been attempts to draw herself with her creators. Those were rather endearing. One that caught the Praxian's optic especially was one where two black and white figures cradling an all white figure between them. It was cute. Others were of Sunstreaker, Prime, and Ratchet, all with Harmony and playing with her.

And the paintings weren't all.

A rainbow of glitter particles were everywhere on and around their table, and the couch had mounds of silly string heaped everywhere.

As Prowl's gaze darted up, he saw that silver paper stars had been glued to the ceiling, scattered around a big shiny blue moon.

"What is going on here?" he asked incredulously.

Jazz was smirking as he looked up, and as Harmony squealed happily and scrambled up to hug her father's knees.

"Well, 'Jack's got a new cleaning drone he wants to test out. So Ah told Harmony that today was art 'n' crafts day," the saboteur supplied, heaving himself up and greeting his bondmate with a grin and a kiss.

"You are very lucky I didn't crash from the shock," Prowl warned, although he leant down to pick up his daughter and rubbing their nasal ridges together, making her giggle. "Now you, dear one, are very lucky not to be in trouble for making such a mess. You understand that if you do this without being permitted, then you'll have your SunSun taken away from you for a few days?"

Harmony nodded. Her SunSun was her favourite cuddle toy. It looked like her Unca Sunny. And she knew that her father would enforce those rules.

"Good girl," approved Prowl, rubbing her little developing winglets, thankfully repaired by Ratchet after the Ravage debacle.

"Can we play Poker, father?" Harmony asked, doorwing nubs fluttering hopefully.

Something glinted in her father's optics and he replied, "Of course, dearspark. Only how about you and I against your papa after he's got Wheeljack's new cleaner?"

"Oh sure, leave me with the work of walkin' down there," grumbled Jazz.

"And," continued Prowl, smirking, "if the drone doesn't work, then your papa get's to clean up all the mess and it'll just be you and me playing poker, deal?"

"YAY!" cheered Harmony, while Jazz's expression turned crestfallen.

"No fair!" Jazz protested, making his mate and sparkling snicker. He pouted at them, making them snicker more. Internally, Jazz smiled. It was good to have his mate and sparkling with him by his side, safe, secure, and smiling.

A/N: As mentioned, I wasn't happy with this, but it needed to be posted. If someone has any suggestions for me, they would be appreciated.