Hey everyone! I love all the amazing reviews. I love the support and I want to send a quick thank you out to all who are taking the time to review. I really appreciate it! Anyway here is chapter 16!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! But I do own all the sparklings! : )

Units Of Time As I Use Them:

Nano-Klick : Second

Klick : Minute

Cycle : Hour

Joor : Day

Orn : Week

Decacycle : 3 Weeks

Metacycle : Year

:Is comm talking:

::Is bonded talking:

Jazz smiled to himself as he walked down the corridor. He had come from the med bay and now he knew what the gender of his and his lover's sparkling was. But he wanted to think of a creative way to tell his bonded.

He remembered that he was not going to be taken off duty for another 2 orns, something that he was not looking forward to, but because he was still working it meant he was still 'being told' that he go to the staff meeting. He smiled when he realized exactly how he was going to tell Prowl.

He walked in to the office trying to be as calm as possible.

"Shouldn't you be in berth, resting?"

Jazz jumped a little when he noticed that his bonded was standing mere inches from him.

He groaned, "You know… that sounds nice and all but I still HAVE to come to these until I am off of duty… I will be off duty in 2 orns, according to Ratchet."

"We would all understand if you did not show up."

"Yeah, everyone but you." Prowl looked at his bonded confused.

Jazz continued, "You were the one that insisted that I come to these blasted things. So stop your complaining, would you."

The twins and Ironhide snickered, which earned all three of them a death glare from the SIC.

"He is right you know." The tactician nodded at Ironhide's comment. Jazz walked past his lover and took a seat next to the twins. He was talking about something but the SIC could not make out the words.

"I know he is. Fact is he has ALWAYS made a fuss about coming to these meetings."

"So why are you not okay with it this time? He isn't complaining."

"Because not only is he not complaining about being here, he is early and on top of that he did not leave when I gave him the chance to 'get away'."

The weapon's specialist nodded in agreement. His friend was right. The saboteur had always tried to use every excuse he could think of to get out of these staff meetings but this time he wanted to come? The TIC clearly had a reason for coming, one that would be known by the end of the meeting for sure.

Jazz leaned back in his chair. Sure, he did find these meetings one hundred percent boring, but he could not think of a better way to tell his bonded about the gender of the sparkling. He knew his boredom would be worth it if he could just wait long enough.

Finally it was Prowl's turn to speak. Jazz let his lover talk for about 2 klicks before he started.

::I got something important to tell you.::

::Slag it Jazz. I am trying to talk. Can it not wait until after the meeting?::

::No, it can't wait.::

The SIC was getting annoyed ::What is so slagging important that you can't wait less than 20 klicks?::

Jazz was upset at this point. He knew his lover would be a little ticked off at being interrupted. But he did not think it would be this much.

::I was excited to tell you that I found out from Ratchet today the gender of our sparkling. But clearly you do not care.::

The TIC stood from his chair causing every bot to look at him and Prowl stopped talking.

"Jazz, wait! I did not mean it like that."

The saboteur left the room without saying a word.

Prowl hit the desk with his servo. "Slag it!" ::Jazz?::

The tactician realized that his bonded had shut him out.

"The meeting is now over." The SIC looked over at his sire who nodded his helm in the direction of the door. "I can read your report later." Prowl nodded and took off out of room and went on the hunt for his upset lover.

After about 2 cycles of looking he was about to give up when he heard a voice in the med bay.

"I guess it is just going to be you and me, little one." A few nano-klicks of silence and there was more talking. "I promise to take care of you the best a single carrier can. Your sire wants nothing to do with you and I know that he is very upset with me."

Prowl felt his spark break. That was not true at all! He entered the med bay.

"That isn't true, Jazz! I want everything to do with our sparkling. You and our unborn sparkling are my world. I need you to know that!"

"That is a load of slag and you know it."

The tactician pulled his lover in to his arms. "Jazz, I love you with all my spark and I feel the same way about our unborn sparkling."

"Then why would you say such a nasty thing to me?"

Prowl sighed. He had forgotten about Jazz being more moody. "I can't offer you an excuse because there isn't one. I was not thinking when I said it. I truly am sorry and I hope you believe me and forgive me."

"I do forgive you. But you are still a bit of a jerk."

Prowl smiled. "I can live with that. So what were you trying to tell me earlier? You told me it is important and I am all audios."

"I found out from Ratchet this morning the gender of our sparkling."

"And?"

The saboteur looked up at his lover, excitement clear in his optics. "And… we are going to have a femme."

"A femme?"

"Yes."

The SIC kissed his bonded deeply. "That is amazing news! I can't believe we are going to have a femme! Oh Jazz! I love you so much."

Jazz smiled at him. "I love you to Prowler. Can I show you something?"

"You can show me whatever you want." The TIC opened his side of the bond and sent his bonded the pictures and short video clips of the scans that had taken place earlier in the joor.

"Is that her?"

Jazz nodded against Prowl's chest plates. "Yes, That is OUR little femme. She is all ours."

The SIC kissed Jazz again. "Thank you for showing me that."

"Mhm."

"Need to go home and get some recharge?"

"Mhm. But I will only go if you come with me."

"That can be arranged."

The two bots left for home and Prowl pulled Jazz close to him. Prowl smiled down at his bonded and watched him for a few cycles before he started to sing softly.

"I was in the dark. I was falling hard, with an open heart. I'm wide awake, how did I read the stars so wrong?"

Prowl hummed a bit and sang some more.

"I wish I knew then what I know now. Wouldn't dive in, wouldn't bow down. Gravity hurts; you made it so sweet, till I woke up on, on the concrete. Falling from cloud 9. Crashing from the high. I'm letting go tonight. Yeah, I'm falling from cloud 9."

Prowl stopped singing when he realized he was being commed.

:Prowl here.:

:I hope I did not wake you.:

It took the SIC a nano-klick to figure out who was comming him. :You did not wake me Adora. Everything okay?:

:Everything is fine. Is it okay that when you and Jazz have a klick that you come by our quarters?:

:We can do that. However, that may not be for another cycle or two.:

:That is fine.:

:Okay, see you later then.:

The comm ended. "Everything okay?"

Prowl looked down and smiled at his sleepy lover. "I believe so."

"You believe so?"

The tactician kissed his bonded. "Mhm. It was your carrier. She wanted to know if we could go by their quarters later."

"We could go now."

Prowl laughed. "If I knew you were going to be up by the time the comm ended I would have told her that we would come over now."

"How about we stop talking and start walking?"

"Pushy much?"

Jazz smiled a little. "I am curious to know what my carrier wants."

"Me too."

"Then why are we still sitting here?"

The SIC could not stop himself from laughing. "You are acting like such a young one!" The TIC scowled at his lover before he proceeded to all but drag his Prowler from the house.

About 15 klicks later they arrived at the base and headed for the saboteur's creator's quarters. Jazz knocked and a klick later the door slid open.

"Carrier! Sire! Prowler said you wanted to see us." Aphilo and Adora nodded. The SIC and TIC walked in and sat down.

"Your carrier and I went for check-ups from Ratchet. That is when he told us the news."

"What news?"

Adora smiled at her creation. "You are going to have a sibling."

The Tactician was speechless unlike the saboteur who was nearly jumping in his seat. "You are carrying?"

Adora nodded. "I am. I'm just over 2 decacycles."

"Congratulations!"

The SIC was pulled back to reality when he heard his bonded. "Yes. Congratulations Adora, Aphilo."

Aphilo nodded and smiled. "Thank you."

"Oh, Jazz! Tell your carrier and sire what you told me earlier."

Jazz looked clueless for a moment before he realized what his bonded was talking about.

"Oh! I went and saw Ratchet earlier and he told me the gender of Prowler and I's sparkling. We are having a femme."

"EEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Aphilo, Jazz and Prowl winced as they felt there audios cry out in pain.

"Congratulations!" Both of Jazz's creators hugged them and waved to them as they left.

"Can we go see Jacey and Jaylon?"

"Sure. Let's go see them right now."

The two bots walked down the corridor and headed to see their friends.

Author's Note: SO! What did you all think? I Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I already have a name for Jazz and Prowl's sparkling, but I don't have one for Adora and Aphilo. This Chapter, when you review let me know if you think Adora and Aphilo should have a mech or a femme. Let me know, Please and thank you! Until Next Chapter!

P.S. Prowl was singing bits and pieces from the song Wide Awake by Katy Perry. Which I do not own.