Chapter 12

It's slightly disturbing how fast I think of these plots. Ah well, as long as you guys like them!OK! I'm now gonna start developing on the sparklings. They'll be here is about 5 days. Wait in suspense until then!

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Optimus' girl and her multitude of questions: 1. Uke is Japanese for submissive, Seme is dominant. They can have both spike and valve, but I think it's easier to write if they just have one. 2. Thank you for the advice on the plot bunnies. 3. AND I FINALLY FOUND THAT PICTURE! I love it! So cute! 4. Sam and Mikalea were hiding in the washracks, secretly taking pics and sending them to me!

Note: You should probably remember that when he arrived, Mirage was about 2/3 into his pregnancy, so the protoform was already developed.

"Dear Primus, I can't take it!"

"Make them stop!"

"Why are they so angry?"

"Fragging hormonal slaggers!"

Funny how the four toughest, strongest, and most possessive mechs in the universe could whine like little sparklings. Speaking of sparklings, they had finally finished developing, and had moved their way down to their mommies' reproductive chambers. They started to grow their protoforms, and steadily began to make their carriers expand. And due to the changes, all the ukes were feeling hormonal. Optimus, Ratchet, Mirage, and Jolt were in a bad mood all week. Their hips had expanded to accommodate the sparklings, sparkling in Mirage's case. They were always in some sort of pain, from their hips down to their peds. They had been cranky, and finally snapped. The four pregnant robots had barricaded themselves into Ratchet's Medbay, not letting their mates in. The four said mates had sorta camped outside the door, waiting for them to come back out. In the meantime, the eight mechs had started a yelling match through the locked metal doors.

"Come out you fraggers!" yelled Sunstreaker, easily losing any patience he had. He heard his mate reply, something along the lines of 'Shut up you crazy daffodil!'

Ironhide was unusually quiet; he knew if he started to yell at his mate, then Ratchet would get upset. Upset equals stressed. Stress equals no sparkling! He knew better than to do that. He carefully planned out what to say, and then silenced his fellow semes.

"Ratch," he started quietly. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I annoyed you. You know I was only trying to help. Please, let me help you. I want our sparkling to be happy. I want you to be happy. Please Ratch."

There was silence. Footsteps were heard, and the locks to the Medbay were undone. Ironhide was taken aback when he saw his mate's face streaked with tears. Damn hormones.

"You… you mean it?" Ratchet said shakily. Ironhide nodded, and embraced his mate. He picked up the medic, brought him back into the Medbay, and set him on a berth. The other semes went to comfort their mates. Ironhide busied himself, cleaning his mates face. A thought of affection went through his processor, love from his mate floating through their bond. He smiled, and lowered his head so their noses touched.

"I love you, ya know that?" he murmured.

The medic smiled, and pressed his lips against his mates, kissing him tenderly. Around the room, the others were doing the same. Megatron had Optimus on his lap, stroking the bump on the red and blue bots' chassis, and kissing the top of his helm. Jolt was sitting between his mate's legs, his back resting on a shiny red chassis. Sunny was kissing Mirage, his servos cupping the Noble's face gently. Suddenly Mirage pulled away, a look of pain on his faceplates. He relaxed, a confused look coming over his face. A few seconds later, another flash of pain. An eerie silence hung over the Medbay.

"HOLY SLAG THE SPARKLING'S COMING!"

Ratchet jumped up, nearly leaping over his mate. He hurried over to the Noble, his scanners on full power.

"Yep, the sparkling comin'." Ratchet pushed the blue mech down onto the berth, hooking him up to an energon IV. Mirage looked worried, holding tightly onto a golden servo. The mech attached to that servo was bent over his mate's helm, soothing him with comforting words. Ratchet told Mirage to spread his legs, and count how long between each contraction, but apparently that was unnecessary.

"This sparkling's coming out now, so get ready!" Mirage nearly growled. He opened his valve cover, said valve already dilated all the way. Knowing what to do, Ratchet assisted Mirage, until they could see a small yellow and white helm.

"Hey, it's almost out!" exclaimed Bluestreak. He and his mate had ran over as soon as Sides had commed them. The same for Jazz and Prowl, who were standing to the side, smiling. Mirage let out one more moan of pain, and the sparkling finally left the now exhausted bot. Ratchet carefully picked up the new member of the family, and proceeded to check all vitals, and most importantly, the gender. Everyone waited in suspense.

"Congratulations, it's a femme!" Ratchet said happily. As he cleaned her off, the others admired her protoform. Beautiful, like her creators. She had a bright sunflower yellow helm, with intertwining streaks of white on top of the tiny helm. She had her daddy's audio fins, but had her mommy's figure. Her body was the same yellow as her helm, her servos, hips and thighs a rich red. She slowly opened her optics, a azure blue. She looked around, automatically locking onto her parents, who were now holding her. She simply made a happy chirp, and snuggled into her mommy's arms. The two new parents smiled, and hugged her tighter.

A happy new family indeed…

Yay, first birth! Hope I did okay! Mirage is a calm mech, so no craziness. Wait until we get to Optimus and Ratchet. Lord have mercy on their mates… Please review!