I think I will do several chapter updates, like up to chapter 8 or so.
I do spoil that there is a birthing scene in this. Also, I am very sorry about the wild time skips. I'm a giddy person wanting to get to the good stuff, but I also have suspected memory-loss. I am going to visit a counselor soon about this and other everyday issues that would be resolved by a boyfriend or a canine companion. Seeing as that I can't have either or both, the counselor is my ticket.
Enough about me flipping tables and complaining about my lonely life, here you go!
Chapter Five
Prowl groaned as he awoke in the middle of the night, his bitlet awake and giving the Carrier a difficult time returning to recharge. The sparkling wiggled and kicked within the tight spacing of Prowl's chamber, ready to get out. Prowl sat up, leaning against the headboard of their berth and rubbed his large middle, "C'mon little one... let Carrier sleep..."
He received a sharp kick as his answer. With a groan, Prowl continued to rub before turning towards his mate and shook his arm for him to wake. "Jazz, baby, wake up..."
The black and white mech stirred awake, visor dimmed until it began to brighten, "Es tha lil one awake?"
Prowl nodded in the darkness and Jazz sat up with a light stretch before taking a spot in front of his mate and reached to touch his mate's middle. His touches were delicate as he ran his servos over the bump and rubbed gently. His voice was soft as he spoke, "Hey, babeh. Et's yer daddeh."
The sparkling immediately recognized his voice and it wiggled excitedly.
Jazz chuckled, "Ay bet yer cramped en dere, huh? Used ta beh cozy at one point."
There was a fluttering in their sparks as the sparkling continued to move around.
"Yer mommeh es kinda sleepeh an' needs some rest. Ay don' think yer gonna sleep aneh time soon considerin' all dis wigglin', but ya'll hafta eventually. Mommeh needs et, 'specially since yer gonna come out soon an' meet us soon 'nough." continued Jazz as he rubbed soft circles. Prowl was smiling as he observed his mate; he would make an amazing Sire figure. "Fer dat ta happen, though, Mommeh needs all tha strength available. Et would beh nice of ya could take ay nap an' let yer Carrier rest. En tha mornin' ya can do whateva ya want ta Mommeh b'cause he'll beh awake an' full o' energy. Sound fair, babeh?"
Their newspark fluttered once more.
Prowl hummed as the sparkling's movements began to slowly settle down until there was no movement. "Our little one will love you."
Jazz sighed tiredly as he continued to rub, "Who doesn't love tha amazin' Jazz?"
Prowl chuckled softly, shifting his position onto his side as Jazz took his spot next to his mate. Jazz spooned his mate, arms wrapped above Prowl's middle; his servo continued to gently stroke the bump. They fell into recharge rather quickly and the sparkling did not bother them for the remainder of the night.
Prowl was first to wake up, sitting up on their berth and stretched his arms above his helm. His middle hurt, but it wasn't from the sparkling. He probably had contractions while he was asleep was Prowl's thought. He proceeded to stand and a flash of a stronger pain hit him; Prowl yelped as he held his middle, standing in a cowering stance. His mate jolted awake, visor overly bright, "Prowler, ya okay? What's wrong?"
Jazz immediately stood up and went around, taking ahold of his mate and guiding him back down to their berth.
"It just... suddenly started hurtin- ah!" Prowl cried out again, his arms going around his middle.
"Are dey contractions? Er es somethin' seriously wrong?" Jazz's worry began to feed across their bond alongside fear.
"Nngh... the sparkling," Prowl's optics widened before offlining as the same contraction gripped his gestation, encouraging the sparkling to proceed through the birthing canal, but there was something blocking the way.
"What of our-" Jazz blinked as he saw light blue fluids trickle from his mate's panel and he immediately opened a comm to Optronix, ::Nix, weh need ya down here, now! Tha sparklin's comin'!::
The CMO's curt reply came almost instantaneous, ::Have Prowl lie back as you prep a basin of warm to hot water. Bring towels and make sure they are plentiful. Assuming the sac is torn, let Prowl know he cannot push despite how tempting it is. I'm on my way and I'll be there no later than five breems at my current speed. Remind Prowl to breathe, he's no use in stasis.::
Jazz acknowledged this and he did as instructed. Prowl obeyed the command of laying back against the headboard with the plentiful pillows behind him for aided support; he stabilized his venting, rubbing the bump to comfort some of the pain that he felt. His spark pulsed rapidly, quite fearful of what was going to happen. His mate retaliated those emotions that leaked through their bond with assurance and support.
Optronix arrived without knocking, she used medical codes to enter their home and immediately found Jazz setting down the basin of water on the nightstand, the original contents down on the floor. She grabbed a chair, positioning it on the side of their berth to where the basin was on her right. She began to take charge as medical protocols took place. "Jazz, I need those towels."
The ex-saboteur plopped several into her arms and she laid them out along the edge and spanned them out, then set two on the floor.
"Jazz, help move your mate's position over here and support him from behind." she ordered. Said mech acknowledged the command; in a few moments, Prowl was moved. His legs were propped on the edges of the chair and Optronix was in between, checking the dilation of his inner valve. She hummed in thought before speaking, "Okay, Prowl. Get ready to push. I want you to breathe first and when a contraction comes, push with it, alright?"
Prowl nodded with a loud groan. He took several deep breaths before waiting for the next contraction to push. When it came, his push was rather weak and Optronix shook her helm, "The harder you push, the faster the sparkling comes out and the shorter you have to suffer the pain. Push with all you have, I don't care if the neighbor hears you scream, push!"
The laboring mech cried out as he pushed harder, gripping Jazz's servo tightly, and optical shutters clenching shut as his insides felt like they were strangled. He did not stop pushing until the contraction was gone for the brief moment to quickly breathe and prepare for the next one that came.
"That's it, Prowl." she said with encouragement as Optronix rubbed his large middle.
[[Ya've got dis, Prowler. Ay walk en tha park.]] assured Jazz to which Prowl snarled.
[[Easy for you to say; you are not pushing out life that you've spent nine groons working on!]] the laboring mech was in no playful mood.
Jazz chuckled.
[[This isn't funny! You're carrying next time so you can see the hardship it is carrying a sparkling and nurturing it while it is defenseless and reliant on your own energy!]] Prowl continued as he gave another scream and a heavy push.
Optronix took another swift peek into Prowl's valve, spotting a black helm, "Keep on pushing, Prowl. I see the little one coming."
Prowl could certainly feel the sparkling sitting at the back of his valve, almost entirely out of his gestation chamber. Pushing in sync with the contractions, he released another cry, gripping Jazz's servo tighter than he thought possible and caused the other to grunt in pain as his servo was crunched.
[[Almost there, babeh. Sparklin's almost here.]] encouraged his mate.
"One final push Prowl so I can take ahold of the helm and pull the rest of the sparkling out." announced the CMO. She dipped her servo into his open valve as Prowl gave a final push, digits curling below the sparkling's jaw with care and she pulled out the rest of the sparkling, taking the little one into her servos and turned to the water basin, beginning to wash the sparkling of the gel left behind. Prowl took this chance to relax at last, leaning back into his mate and venting heavily. Jazz whispered silent words of praise, kissing his cheek adoringly, his joy expressed in his field.
[[Ya did et, love. Our sparklin' es born.]] Jazz said through their bond as he craned his helm around and pressed a loving kiss to Prowl's lips.
Prowl smiled as his chest lifted and fell heavily, shifting his position on the berth into a more comfortable one.
There was a strong wail that had the new creators lift their gazes in Optronix's direction. She pivoted back around from facing the basin with the sparkling wrapped in a warm blanket the CMO had tucked in subspace. Prowl immediately stretched out his arms and collected their sparkling, bringing the little one close to his chest. Emotion flooded through his and joyous tears spilled from his optics.
"Congrats, you two. It's a lovely and strong femme." the CMO said.
The tiny femme settled down as her spark recognized the spark signatures of her Creators, her wails subsiding until she hiccuped. Prowl cried as he brought the little femme close to his face and pecked the golden crest on her forehelm. She had a rich red chevron similar to Prowl's with a golden crest centered on the center piece, a semi-transparent blue visor above her optics, a black helm with sensory horns adorned. Prowl moved aside the blanket to look at the sparkling in full, smiling softly at her overall black and white scheme with purple on her thighs and forearms. Tiny white servos were balled up and looked as if she was ready for a fist fight; her legs were tucked closely together. On her back, Prowl found wing nubs and folded wings that were plastered to her back struts.
"She's beautiful, Jazz." said Prowl quietly towards his mate.
The new Sire smiled as he looked at the creation he had helped make, his servo reaching and gently touching her small cheek with a digit. The sparkling squeaked upon contact, tiny mouth opening in anticipation of something, and continued to make the high-pitched noise. Prowl and Jazz stared in surprise.
"She must have thought Jazz's digit was a feeding line." Optronix said before touching Prowl's forearm, "You have a feeding line in both forearms and you almost have nubs in your sparkling chamber, located next to your spark chamber on the left and right, that will be active until she starts to wean."
The sparkling stopped squeaking after realizing she was not going to be fed at this present moment. Jazz spoke softly into Prowl's audio, "So what shall weh designate 'er?"
Prowl thought for a few astroseconds before replying, "I like the name Pixie."
"Pixie?" asked Optronix. She pulled out a datapad and began to properly record the time and date of the sparkling's birth and other data.
"Yes, Pixeh." Jazz nodded, liking the designation.
Optronix took note of this before tucking away the datapad. She smiled softly, suddenly wishing to carry again upon sight of seeing them with their little one in arms. They knew she had miscarried a while back when she told Prowl who came to visit her in the Iacon Medical Facility. She looked at Pixie in longing. Jazz caught her look and asked their friend, "Would ya like ta hold 'er?"
She snapped out of her musings and shook her helm, "No, it's-it's fine."
Jazz looked unconvinced, "Prowl, let 'er hold Pixeh."
"Please, Jazz, I'm-"
"Nah-uh, missy. Yer gonna hold 'er." interrupted Jazz.
Defeated, and relieved, Optronix accepted the sparkling as she was passed into her arms. The CMO looked into the calm facial features of the sparkling and smiled. She would have a talk with Bumblebee later. Forgetting that the sparkling was not hers for the moment, Optronix leaned down and pressed a soft kiss in the exact same spot Prowl had kissed. "She is beautiful, indeed."
"O' course, Ay helped make 'er." teased Jazz.
Prowl rolled his optics at his mate as he accepted Pixie in return. Optronix giggled, "Again, congrats you two on your new arrival and the addition to your family."
The new Creators smiled and nodded. Prowl gave his thanks to the femme for assisting him in birthing the sparkling, "And Nix," the femme paused as she began to head out, "have a nice day."