Knowing you all wanted to read about the twins I cranked this chapter out as quickly as I could. It came much easier than that last chapter.

We pick up right where we left off in the previous chapter.

Author's notes: tissues may be required

Optimus

I silently thanked Primus that Elita was too tired to argue when I took her back to our quarters. Once out of the Med Bay I felt her anger. She made it clear to me that Kacey was to be punished severely for what she did. I said nothing. I didn't want to upset her by pointing out that this probably wouldn't have happened if we had let Kacey be.

However, the blame resides with me as much as it does my sparkmate. I could feel the confusion in my daughter's spark well before Elita and I even discussed things with her yesterday. Then she only grew more confused when we expected her to make these changes. I regret not being able to do anything to quell her confusion. After what happened today I realize I should have tried to do to help Kacey adjust to her new responsibilities.

My only excuse is that I've been distracted of late as the birth of my little twins grows ever closer. I'm constantly worried about Elita as I'm not used to seeing her so tired that she's unable to perform her duties. In fact, I've never seen her like this before. It's so unlike her to not be able to do her job no matter how fatigued she is.

I sigh wearily. I'm ashamed to admit that poor Kacey is the one paying for my neglect.

Even now I could sense the feelings of confusion, the regret and hurt in my daughter's spark as I approach the Med Bay. They tugged heavily upon my own spark. What made me feel even worse was finding Kacey in tears standing before Ironhide and Chromia, as the stood by their recharging son.

"I'm so sorry," she wept looking up at both of them with sorrowful optics. "I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt."

"You need to be more careful, Kacey," Ironhide said, rather harshly making Kacey flinch. "Anyone one of you could have died!"

I felt the regret and the hurt in her spark swell up even more so than before. Her tears fell even faster as her head dropped down. Primus, she still looked too sick to even stand.

"I think that's enough, Ironhide," I said, moving towards them. Kacey spark trembled in fear and she timidly looked up at me with tire optics. I sent her my love, knowing it was the best I could do for now. "She feels bad enough as it is. She knows she made a mistake. She acknowledges it. The least you could do is accept her apology and thank Primus that no one was seriously damaged."

Ironhide was about to say something but Chromia stopped him.

"We're just happy Nitro is ok," she said. "He was very adamant that it was all his fault."

"No, I take full responsibility," Kacey sobbed. "I was the one who actually retrieved the high grade for the others."

"Primus, Kacey, you need to stay in your bed!" Ratchet exclaimed in near panic after he came rushing out of the private Med Bay room and straight for her.

"I'm sorry," she managed to say just before she heaved up more brownish-red fluid.

The very action made her cry even more. I noticed the apologetic look on Ironhide's faceplates as I moved to my daughter.

"I thought you cleaned her out?" I asked worriedly, as Ratchet picked her up.

"I could only do so much during the first cleansing. I wanted to wait a little while before I did another one hoping she'd expel more of the high grade on her own."

As if on queue, my daughter vomited again as she wept uncontrollably. My spark ached something terrible for her as there was nothing I could do to prevent any discomforts she was experiencing.

"Give her to me," I insisted as Ratchet held her away from his frame. "A little vomit isn't going to kill me."

"But lubricant will?" he teased.

"It's one thing when it's your own child," I told him serious as I held Kacey close. "It's quite something different when it's someone else's sparkling!"

Ratchet shook his head then walked off.

"Kacey, I'm sorry," Ironhide sighed, caressing her head. "I didn't mean to be cross with you."

"It's ok…I deserved it," she sniffled then heaved again.

"Ratchet…"

"Be there in a few astroseconds!"

"Take good care of her," Ironhide smiled.

"I intend to," I sighed.

I quickly took Kacey into the private room, trying to calm her as best as I could with my spark.

"I can't do anything right," she choked and sobbed on my shoulder, clinging to me.

"You're just having a bit of bad luck," I told.

"But mother's really mad at me!"

"I know," I sighed tucking her head under my chin, massaging her back. "Kacey, I'm so sorry I've been distracted lately. I promise I'll make it up to you. Once the twins are born everything will settle down, you'll see. I promise you, things will go back to the way the way."

Kacey

The warmth and sensation of two large bodies greeted me as I woke up from recharge. Bringing my optics online I saw my father's protoform beside me. I noticed that I had shed my battle armor as well. I found it was more comfortable to recharge in my protoform. However, I have no idea how I ended up in my parent's bed.

Regardless, I snuggled closer to my father taking my optics offline. It felt like ages since I had been this close to him. I really missed it. I really missed him these past couple of weeks.

My mother's form moved and I heard a loud, pronounced heavy sigh from her. I could sense she was irritated somewhat by my presence. Afraid she would yell at me I pretended to be in recharge.

"Optimus!" she whispered.

"What?" he mumbled sleepily, his arm pulling me closer.

"I thought we discussed this."

"I brought her to recharge with us," he yawned. "You should have heard her cries as Ratchet cleansed her systems. You and I know it's not a pleasant experience. I didn't have the spark to put her in her own bed."

"Primus, Optimus, you're too soft on her!" mother snapped, keeping her voice down.

Father groaned and my spark sank. I felt mother get up from the bed. Father quickly but gently set me down before going after mother.

"Elita, I'm doing the best I can!" I heard his voice say as he left the room.

I quietly moved to the doorway then out into the hallway. Father had his back to me and didn't see me as I moved closer.

"You let her get away with too much. And the more you undermine the rules we've laid down for her the more trouble she's going to get in."

"I don't believe that for one astrosecond. Kacey's much smarter than that."

"She wasn't very smart yesterday getting into the high grade like that!"

"But she understands she was wrong. You weren't there last night. I watched her as she apologized to Ironhide and Chromia. She's punishing herself enough already."

My optics welled up. Once again I just can't do anything right. Everything I do lately seems to cause someone I care about pain.

"Please don't fight!" I begged them as I rushed between them.

"We're not fighting," mother sighed wearily. I remained quiet as I watched her sit down in a chair. I sensed I was about to get my lecture. "Primus, Kacey, what were you thinking?"

"I was just trying to fit in," I weakly answered, unable to look into my mother's optics.

Mother was still mad I could sense it.

"You're grounded, figuratively and literally," mother finally said. "No flying, no driving, no internet…and no training and that includes your target practice. You will do your studies with Trion, do your duties with Wheeljack and the command center. And you will, apologize to all those younglings when you go back tomorrow! For now, I want you in your room for the rest of the day and stay in your recharge bed. And I want you to think very seriously about what you did."

I nodded through my tears and left the room. Halfway down the hall, I glanced back at my father. He nodded his head for me to go. He wasn't mad at me at all. I could sense he even felt bad for me.

But as I lay curled on my recharge bed beneath my thermal blanket I felt so alone. My parents were shielding their sparks from me as I heard raised voices every so often. They didn't argue very long. But father left our quarters for his duties. A few hours went by and I thought for certain mother would come to me to talk. Only she didn't.

I wept until I fell into recharge.

Elita

Optimus had left for duty in somewhat of a foul mood and there was nothing I could do about it. But if he wasn't going to discipline Kacey then I was. I would do anything for my daughter, even if that meant punishing her in order to protect her from herself.

The argument drained my systems somewhat and I ended up falling into recharge in the chair in the main room of our living quarters. When I awoke my mind was clearer and not clouded by my anger.

I felt a dull ache in my spark for my Kacey. A part of me was responsible. Prowl told me that Kacey hacked the code on the storage room in recreation room. I sincerely regret ever teaching her how to hack codes and intercept data streams. Primus, she's better at using computers to her advantage than I am and I'm no slouch.

With that in mind, I rose to my feet and headed to my daughter's room, soon to be the room for the twins too. Optimus suggested extended our quarters so that Kacey could have her own room. I told him this was fine for now. The twins won't take up much space. Truth was I didn't want any construction going on in our quarters when they were the only place I had to rest and be alone.

"Kacey?" I called from the door.

There was no answer. I moved closer and saw she was in deep recharge. I frowned. She still didn't look well so I didn't wake her.

"What am I going to do with you my daughter?" I asked as I sat down beside her. I fixed the blanket around her and caressed her cheeks. "I love you too much, Kacey. I'm only trying to do what's best for you. I sincerely hope one day you will understand."

She continued to recharge oblivious to my presence.

Before standing, I kissed her lovingly on the cheek. Then I made my way to the command center.

I had to quell the frustration I felt from my sparkmate. He loves Kacey much more deeply than I thought possible. It blinds him from what he must do. But I can't have him be blind like that when we have two more about to join our family. Neither of us will ever have control of our children.

"He's in the office," Prowl smiled when he saw me. "How's Kacey?"

"Recharging peacefully," I smiled.

"That's good. Elita…I wish to apologize."

"For what?"

"I didn't go over proper procedure with Taylara regarding Kacey. I feel as if the entire situation could have been avoided if I told Taylara she really needed to keep a close optic on Kacey as she is the daughter of our leader."

"I doubt any one can keep a close optic on Kacey," I smiled at him. "She has a curiosity that leads her astray at times. As her mother, I understand there are some things she has to learn the hard way as there is nothing we can do about them. I just want to try to limit some of those things as best as I can."

"I understand. Well, I leave you to whatever you were going to do," he said with a smirk on his face.

"I'm much too exhausted for that, Prowl! And shame on you for even thinking Optimus and I do that in his office."

"My apologies," he grinned, bowing his head.

I laughed and turned away from him, heading towards the office Optimus and I shared. Actually, I haven't been in it much because of this pregnancy.

Outside the door I can sense my love is still frustrated with me. He's very good at not showing it. But I know his spark like no other. Even if we weren't bonded I would know it. I've always known Optimus very well.

Instead of just walking in, as was my right, I pressed the buzzer.

"Come in," his deep voice rumbled from behind the door.

I did as he asked. Optimus was busy working on a report or something and didn't look up. For a brief moment I was reminded of the first day I came into his office on Cybertron, reporting for duty.

After our run in on the battlefield, I couldn't stop thinking about him. My spark skipped a pulse nearly every time my processor played back the events of the day we met. How it felt to have his body against mine as he fell on me. How unbelievable handsome he looked in his battle armor as he ran. And that aft…Primus I nearly overloaded on the spot!

I had to get away from him fast and didn't give him that chance to learn my name. Chromia laughed at me, said I had it bad. Believe it or not, it was she who convinced me to transfer to Optimus Prime's base. She got our orders approved. And she tricked me at his office door by quickly hurrying away as I walked in so I'd be alone with him!

Of course, I thanked her repeatedly later on for that. I got her back though when I realized she was falling for Ironhide!

I sighed. Primus that was so long ago. And we were so young. To think bonding and sparks were never in my processor at the time. And now I can't imagine anything that brings me greater joy than my love and my sparklings.

"Optimus," I called quietly when he hadn't looked up yet.

"Elita, you didn't have to buzz to come into our office," he said getting to his feet and pulling a chair over for me.

"You were upset with me," I explained as he helped me to sit down. "I felt it was the right thing to do under the circumstances."

He groaned, rubbing his optics as he sat on the edge of his desk. I remained quiet. I could sense he wanted to say something to me.

"I just can't help but feel like we're doing the wrong thing for Kacey by making these changes. She's a bit of a free spirit like you and she's starting to feel trapped with all these limitations."

"Did she tell you that?"

"No," he sighed. "I can feel it. Her spark is so open; I cannot help but know what she's feeling."

"How is that you can sense what I cannot?"

Optimus blinked at me.

"I can sense she's confused but no more than that."

"I've always been acutely aware of what's in Kacey's spark," he exhaled. "As she has always been aware of what's in mine. I don't know why. It's just always been that way since I first sensed her spark that day she arrived on Earth. I just assumed that's how the bond was between a parent and their youngling. Besides, you've been preoccupied with the little sparks you carry. I can feel that. Kacey does too."

"Yes, I have been," I admitted, sliding a hand over my abdomen.

"Elita, I can't punish Kacey the way you want me too," he said, looking sad. "I don't like it when my child is afraid of me. I don't like to feel her spark tremble in fear when I come to her. I love her too much to do that to her."

"Nor do I but we must be firm with her. She's the future and we must do what we can to protect and guide her."

He frowned and kept quiet. So I got up and moved before him. He didn't hesitate to pull me into his chest and hold me close.

"I love you too much too," he whispered. "I feel as if my spark's split in two trying to love you both."

"Things will change for the better," I smiled to him. "You'll see. We just need to give Kacey a little time to adjust."

He sighed, his hand pressing against my abdomen. His spirit lifted and I could feel his happiness.

"I can feel them more in my spark now than before," he suddenly smiled.

"Yes, they're strong little sparks like their father's."

As if on queue I felt them reach out to me. I send them my love as I always do, as I always did with Kacey.

"Try to send them your love," I whispered to Optimus. "They may respond to you now."

After a several astrosecond a huge smile shined on his faceplates. A gently chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"I could sense they're curiosity as to who I am," he whispered, wrapping both his arms around me, holding me close. "They love you, that's for certain."

"They'll love you too soon enough," I said, snuggling my head under his chin.

Nitro

I felt bad for so bad for Kacey as she stood in front of us and apologized yesterday. Her father was there to witness it. I wished I could take back what I said the other day. If I hadn't of said it, Kacey wouldn't have had to get the high grade, we wouldn't have gotten sick and Kacey wouldn't have gotten in so much trouble with her mother.

Today, I watched as Kacey sat alone staring at the snow near her feet for the second day in the row. My spark feels even worse for her. She looks so sad all alone. She refuses to play with any of us.

"Nitro, you're her best friend. You should go talk to her," Firestar suggested.

Deciding that Firestar was right, I got up and headed over to Kacey, sitting down beside her.

"Come over with Firestar and me."

"I don't think it's a good idea," she frowned. "It's best for everyone if I don't go near anyone. Less chance of me hurting any of you."

"But you're hurting right now. I can't have that. You're my best friend, Kacey."

I stood up and extended my hand to her.

"I'm sorry…I can't," she said, nearly in tears.

Just then a snowball hit her in the face. Rox and his gang started laughing.

"Go on…cry like a sparkling you little femme!" he chuckled at her.

I didn't hesitate. I charged at him, tackling him to the ground not caring if he was bigger than I was. Then I started pummeling his faceplates with my fists. I was fucking pissed of that he'd take advantage of Kacey when she was obviously depressed!

I actually started laughing at him as he started crying like a sparkling, flaying his arms about as he attempted to block my blows. Next thing I knew I was being dragged off of him. I spat a few Cybertronian curses at him so he'd understand to never do that to my friend again.

After that, Rox was taken to the Med Bay as both his optics were leaking energon. It only took a few minutes after that for my father to show up.

"Get over here!" he growled at me.

Of course, I obeyed my father. I would never disobey him on purpose.

"I thought I taught you better than to pick fights!"

"You taught me to defend my friends and that's what I was doing," I countered confidently staring up at his optics with mine. "Rox was picking on Kacey. I couldn't stand for that!"

"Kacey let herself get picked on?" father asked in surprise.

"Did Elita punish Kacey by not letting her play? She hasn't played for two days now. She just sits there, all alone. I asked her why. She just said it was best for everyone if she didn't go near any of us."

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out. Go play. And no more fights."

"Yes, father."

Ironhide

I stood in the doorway of the base and watched for an hour. Nitro was playing with one of the femmes. Firestar I believe is her name. And Kacey…she just sat there and didn't move.

My spark sank. She reminded me so much of Optimus when he was a youngling. After the fragger of a brother tried to kill him I would always find the little youngling sitting, alone, sometimes in tears. Ratchet and I did our best to encourage him to play with the other younglings but he never did.

In fact a few times I found the older younglings picking on him as he sat there minding his own business. Of course, I always rescued him. It was then that Ratchet and I decided to keep Optimus on the base more. It worked as the little mech opened up more around the adult mechs. And he seemed to really enjoy the femmes fussing over him.

I suppose it's fitting that Nitro had to rescue Kacey today as I had rescued her father long ago.

I'm sure Elita had good reason for making Kacey want to be with the younglings. I know for a fact this isn't what she had in mind though. But I wasn't going to confront her about it. That's what Optimus' job was.

"Optimus, can you join me at the main entrance, please?" I asked over my internal communicator.

"Please, don't tell me Kacey did something she wasn't supposed to," he groaned. "I don't think my spark can handle another incident."

"Just get your fraggin aft over here on the double!" I snapped, severing the communication.

He must have sprinted because he was over here in two minutes flat!

"What is it?" he quickly asked.

"There," I said pointing Kacey out. "She refuses to play with any of the younglings for fear she'd hurt them."

Optimus' head dropped slightly as he sighed heavily.

"Thank you, Ironhide."

I watched as he quickly made his way to Kacey. As he got close, the little femme hurried to her feet and looked terrified as if she was in trouble. The look only last for about a fraction of an astrosecond. A moment after that she was in Optimus' arms and they were heading towards me.

"We'll be in my office," he told me. "And…don't say anything to Chromia about this as she will tell Elita. I'll talk with my sparkmate later."

"You have my word, Optimus," I sincerely said.

Not telling Chromia about this was the least of my problems. I had to tell her our son was in a fight. And I'm not sure if I should tell her he's playing with a femme who's older than him! Chromia might get the wrong idea.

Primus, I sincerely hope my son doesn't mature into a mech like I was when I was young. I loved the femmes not matter what age they were! And I didn't hesitate to interface with any of them who were willing.

Funny, that's how I thought my life would always going to be for me. Then one day I met a femme and just knew she was the only one for me…and I was the only one for her.

Optimus

I told Elita about Kacey not wanting to interact with the other younglings for fear she would hurt them. I also told her I took Kacey to my office and allowed her to do her work on her history essay Trion had given her that day.

Elita wasn't mad at me. She was a little distressed that Kacey felt she had to do what she did. However, it took me two days to at least get Elita to allow Kacey to return to her training.

I felt more needed to be done as I couldn't bear the sadness in my daughters spark as she moped around the base. It was bad enough she couldn't drive or fly, her two favorite things to do. But to see she was reluctant to interact with anyone was just too much, especially when she loved being around others.

Once the twins are born I'm going to have a long talk with Elita. Some of these rules were going to have to be changed for my spark's sake and for Kacey.

"Here's the report you wanted," Prowl said, drawing me from my thoughts.

"Thank you," I smiled.

"The Decepticon's still show no signs of activity."

"I know," I frowned, glancing over the report. "This latest lead doesn't look to promising either."

"It's all we have to go…"

I dropped the report to the ground when a sudden wave of panicked fear filled my spark.

"Optimus?"

"Elita!" I gasped, immediately recognizing her through our bond.

I just turned and sprinted out of the command center not knowing or caring if Prowl had followed me or not.

'Elita…I'm coming,' I told her over our bond.

'Optimus…' she replied weakly.

"Ratchet, report to my quarters immediately!" I ordered when I was nearly there.

"On my way!"

I burst through the doorway, my optics frantically searching for my beloved. When she wasn't in the main room and I hurried to our bedroom. There she was on the floor, curled up with her arms around her stomach.

"Optimus…," she gritted then moaned.

"I called Ratchet," I said, kneeling beside her and not knowing if I should hold her or not as she appeared to be in pain.

Elita suddenly groaned loudly. I took her into my arms, carefully holding her close.

"Ratchet, get you're aft over here now!" I growled over my internal communicator.

"I'm here!" he exclaimed rushing into the room.

"She was on the floor when I came in," I told him.

"Keep still so I can scan her properly," he ordered my.

"Are the sparks ok?" I asked as he was probing Elita's abdomen.

"Let's get her to the Med Bay," Ratchet said calmly then cracked a smile. "And let's deliver your twins, Optimus."

My arms and legs suddenly went weak. Ratchet managed to catch Elita before she hit the floor.

"You're not going to faint again, are you?" he asked with a bemused smile.

Something came from my vocal processor. Whether it was word or not, I'm not really sure. Elita just made a face at me. Then Ratchet hit me hard upside the head.

"Hey, lugnut! You still somewhat functional?" he shouted.

"Yes!" I said, shaking my head.

"Good, let's get your sparkmate to the Med Bay."

"Are you going to be ok, Optimus?" Elita asked as we helped her to her feet.

"Elita, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," I smiled, regaining my strength and lifting her into my arms. "I'll be fine."

"Least he didn't faint," Ratchet chuckled.

"Put a socket it in it and let me enjoy this, please," I begged of him as I followed him.

Elita groaned loudly and I felt her fingers dig into my armor. My sensor had indicated her core temperature was well above the normal. It wasn't just her abdomen either. Her coolant systems were straining something fierce to combat the heat within.

"Is this normal?" I worriedly asked.

"Elita's fine, Optimus."

"If I'm so fine then you carry the sparks next time, Ratchet!" she snapped at him. "Then maybe you can feel as if you're burning up from the inside out!"

"It's only more intense this time because you're having twins," he said calmly.

Elita shot him an evil look. My processor cringed at what her response might be.

"Can I blast him?" she asked me, looking quite serious as I stared into her lovely blue optics.

"Sure…after he delivers our little sparks," I smiled at her eliciting a look of pure shock from Ratchet. "I'm sure she's joking, Ratchet!"

"No, I'm not," Elita grimaced. "I could shoot him now. Trion helped to deliver Kacey. I'm sure he wouldn't mind delivering the twins."

"Well…maybe it's not such a good idea," I said to her. "We wouldn't want Galen to be fatherless, now would we?"

"I wasn't going to kill him. Just blast his aft for thinking he was funny!"

"I like Elita this way," he grinned as we entered the Med Bay. "Normally, she would never have asked to blast my aft. She would have just done it! You should get her pregnant more often!"

"Don't go giving Optimus any ideas!" she said, glaring at me. "Bad enough all my sparklings have been unplanned!"

"Honestly, Elita, in all my long orns the majority of the sparks I've delivered have been unplanned! I prefer to call them moments of passionate insanity though. And we all know you two are loaded with passion."

"That's it! Optimus, give me your cannon! I'm going to blast his aft back to Cybertron!"

"Later, I have sparks to deliver," he smirked.

He paused at a door and punched in a code as Elita started moaning again.

"This is a sterile room where we deliver the sparks and would perform any type of surgery inside the chest cavity," he said, dropping the playfulness from his tone. "The decontamination process is only a few astroseconds."

I followed him in, looking at Elita. Now she was smiling at me. A moment ago, I thought for sure she was going to suggest she shoot me as well for getting her pregnant.

"Sit her here," he said, once we were in the room.

After I did as I was instructed was when I noticed the tiny protoforms on the table. This was the first time I had laid optics on them. I moved to them, looking down at them feeling the excitement and anticipation growing within my spark. I found my arms anxious to hold them but refrained from picking them up as they still did not possess life.

The exact process of how the spark could give energy and life to these forms was still an absolute mystery to me. It was just one of those wonders of life I simply took as is. I just hoped my little sparks had enough energy to bring the protoforms to life.

A gentle nudge at my spark made me turn around. There was my Elita smiling up at me. Primus, she was so beautiful. I must stay I think she's looks even lovelier when she's with spark.

"Have I told you that I love you today?" I asked kneeling beside her, massaging her hot stomach.

I smiled the very action seemed to relax her some.

"You just…"

"Frag! Where is that polarized rod?" Ratchet grumbled rummaging around through some drawers.

"Way to ruin a beautiful moment you slaghead!"

"Shut up lugnut and help me find the rod otherwise we'll never get those sparks out!"

"Be back, my love," I smiled, quickly kissing her cheek.

"So what does it look like?" I asked as I opened a drawer.

"It's a rod about so long."

"Did you check your aft? You have been somewhat uptight lately," I snickered.

I heard a drawer open fast then a sudden jolt of energy made my entire body spasm and tingle as I fell to the floor.

"Oh…so sorry, Optimus, I suddenly remembered where it was!"

"Ratchet!" Elita shouted.

"He's fine, Elita. It's harmless but it does leave one tingly all over."

"And you would know about that, wouldn't you, Ratchet?" I smirked at him as I got to my feet.

"Don't remind me," he groaned.

"Still can't believe you knocked the power out on the entire block," I said, shaking my head.

"Well, at least I didn't get lubricated on by a Chihuahua! Damn near blew a fuse holding back from laughing at Ironhide!"

"I thought for sure he was going to blast the little creature!" I laughed.

"Are you two done?" Elita growled through a grimace, clutching her abdomen. "These two are more than ready to get out. And my coolant system can't take much more."

"Sorry, Elita. I'm in just such a wonderful mood!"

"Come on, Optimus, let's get those sparks out before Elita changes your wonderful mood," Ratchet suggested.

Primus, she could have shot me with a plasma rifle and I would have laughed. That's how much of a wonderful mood I was in. I mean my little sparks were about to be born!

Although, I had no idea what I was supposed to do as I stood beside Elita. Was I supposed to hold her hand, speak affectionately too her, help Ratchet or stay out of the way?

"Ok, Elita…whenever you're ready," Ratchet smiled.

I watched as Elita retraced her armor around her abdomen. I gasped loudly as my little sparks were slowly revealed to me as she retracted the protective panel of her womb.

The larger deep blue spark of my son seemed as if he were wrapped protectively around the smaller soft blue spark of my daughter. They pulsed in perfect unison. I gasped again…they were so…beautiful. Then, as if, they were aware of what was about to take place they separated.

"I'm going to remove your son first," he said as he reached in with the polarized rod.

I felt a slight sense of irritation from the spark of my little Orion as he was removed from Elita's womb and away from his sister. I smiled proudly. The instinct to be protective of his sister was already there.

"Would you like to place him in his spark chamber?" Ratchet asked me.

"No," I said, quickly shaking my head, feeling my knees grow slightly weak. "I just want to hold my sparklings."

"I understand," he smiled.

With skill and swiftness Ratchet placed the spark in its chamber. He quickly turned and retrieved the spark of my little Ariel and did the same with her.

"Now we wait," he said, closing their spark chambers.

Elita was looking much relieved as she stood beside me. I took hold of her hand, squeezing it gently, sending her my love and pure joy through our bond. Together we watched as the miracles of two sparks worked their energies into the protoforms.

My sensors detected a rise in body temperatures. My spark could feel their sparks pulsing rapidly as they exerted themselves. I felt as if my own spark would burst from my chest as it raced in unison with theirs from the excitement I felt.

Then finally their tiny fingers twitched with life. Their beautiful blue optics came online and I heard their first sparkling cries. Tears filled my optics. I never thought there would be a more beautiful moment than bonding with Elita. I was wrong. Witnessing these two precious miracles come to life was by far the most beautiful thing I had ever been a part of.

Orion was neatly secured in my left arm and Ariel my right. The warmth the there tiny bodies was so comforting to my spark. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of content as I looked from one to the other. They were both so beautiful and precious.

Elita adjust the thermal blankets they were wrapped in. I could see she was smiling and crying too. I could feel the depth of her love for me through our bond and the love she felt for out little twins.

"I love you," I whispered, leaning down and kissing her lovingly on her sweet lips. I pressed my forehead against hers, lowing my voice even more. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she smiled, gently wiping the tears from my faceplates.

Up next a little thing I call sibling rivalry. And if any of you remember when your little brother or sister was born, you may have an idea of what Kacey's going to go through.