Shadow Stalker's smile was as big as it could be as she waited for Optimus's reaction to the news. Slowly her smile fell. "Aren't you… happy?"

Optimus slowly turned away from the femme. "I… Yeah, it's just this… this huge."

Shadow Stalker's smile quickly grew. "Oh, just wait 'till Blue finds out!"

Optimus went rigid. "You haven't… told him yet?"

"I wanted you to know first!" Shadow Stalker gave the big mech a peck on the cheek. "I'm gonna go tell him now."

Optimus watched the femme run out of the room before he opened a communication link with Ironhide. ::Help me!::

Shadow Stalker frowned when she had to jump out of the way of Ironhide's alt-mode. "Geez. Where's he going in such a hurry?"

"Hey Shadow Stalker!" Sideswipe jogged up to her. "You know where Hide's going? He was right in the middle of yelling at me when he just… Zoom!"

Shadow Stalker snorted. "No idea. He almost ran me over. Slagger."

Sideswipe slowly stepped away from the femme. "Why are you so happy? What did you do?"

"Optimus."

Sideswipe groaned. "I asked what. Not who! I didn't need to know that!"

Shadow Stalker snorted. "You know where Blue is?"

"Babe?" Sideswipe frowned as he put on his thinking face. "He said he was going to talk to Sunny a couple of joors ago."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you always have to call him Babe?" Shadow Stalker huffed.

"What? Do you have a problem with me calling Babe, babe."

"Yeah, it's disgusting."

"What's up with you Praxians and saying that?" Sideswipe snorted. "Babe has no problem with it."

Shadow Stalker rolled her optics. "Forget it. Ask Sunny if he knows where Blue is. Save me some time and effort."

Sideswipe nodded. "Sure." His optics dimmed as he commed his twin. After a few moments his optics lit up again. "He's headed to the rec room."

"Thanks." Shadow Stalker waved as she ran down the hall.

Bluestreak hummed as he sat his energon cube on his table. He sat down, and started waviing his legs back and forth above the ground. His doorwings were flutting, and nothing could ruin his day.

"Blue!"

Bluestreak's smile grew. "Shadow!" He motioned for the chair across from him. "Sit!"

Shadow Stalker took the offered chair, and smiled at Bluestreak. "Blue. Sire."

Bluestreak frowned. "What?"

"What are you doing?"

"I was doing Sunny until you rudely had Sides call."

"OH!" Shadow Stalker's face turned to pure disgust. "Primus! I don't want that mental picture! Why?"

"Sideswipe said you did it to him, so why can't I do it to you."

"It's different! You weren't really… you know."

"I was." Bluestreak smiled. "What did you want?"

"I want this mental image out of my helm!" Shadow Stalker allowed her helm to hit the table. "Primus."

"Shadow, Seriously. What did you want?"

"Oh, right. Well, Sire."

Bluestreak's frown appeared again. "Calling me sire makes me feel uneasy. You and Prowl never call me Sire unless it's something bad."

"It's not bad! I'm carrying."

Bluestreak stood up so fast his chair crashed to the floor. "What?"

"I'm carrying! Me and Optimus are going to have a sparkling!"

Bluestreak smiled. "Oh, Shadow! That's great!"

Shadow Stalker smiled. "I knew you'd be happy!" Shadow Stalker stood up and gave her sire a hug. "I can't wait!"

Bluestreak hugged the femme back, opening a comm. link. ::I'm coming for you, Prime~::

Optimus silently paced his office. Ironhide was leaning against the wall. "Optimus, She's carrying, not dying. I highly doubt Bluestreak is going to do anything."

"You can't know that, Ironhide."

Ironhide rolled his optics. "Call me if there's a real emergency."

"Iro-" The two froze at the sound of a knock. Optimus slowly turned to the door. "Open it."

Ironhide rolled his optics as he walked over to the door, pressing the open button. Bluestreak stood on the other side, a smile on his face. "Hide! Did you hear? Shadow is carrying!"

"I heard."

"Can I talk to Optimus?"

"No!" Optimus yelled. "I mean. I'm busy, Bluestreak."

Bluestreak smiled as he reached into his sub-space. He pulled out a couple of data pads. "I just wanted to go over some Sparkling stuff. It won't take but a moment."

Ironhide rolled his optics. "Go on in, Blue. Talk with the Prime. I have to go finish yelling at a certain bot."

Bluestreak walked passed Ironhide and waved as the big mech left. The doors shut, and Bluestreak slowly turned to Prime, his doorwings in a sharp V. "We talked about this Optimus."

Optimus took a step back. "Bluestreak, I unde-"

"Shut up!" Bluestreak growled. "If that sparkling doesn't have a praxian frame, I don't care what Shadow Says, I'll hurt you."

Optimus paused. "Is that what… You don't care that Shadow is…"

"What?" Bluestreak snorted. "No! That's great! Sparklings are so cute!" Bluestreak's doorwings started fluttering. "Shadow Stalker refuses to think she's praxian, but she is. It's a praxian tradition that no matter what frame type the creators have, the sparkling has to have a praxian frame if one of the creators are from Praxus."

"Ah." Optimus released a sigh. "I'll make sure the frame designers know that."

Bluestreak smiled. "Good. Congratulations! You guys are going to make such great creators! I can't wait!"