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It had taken Ratchet only a few days to get the scan he had taken to get the proper information. He didn't tell me right away the news he had gathered, but told me that he would get Optimus and the girls before the information came out.

When everyone had gathered in my room, I glanced at Ratchet exhaustedly. My stomach hadn't changed much, despite some medication to help ease the unsettling nausea.

"So, what's wrong?" I muttered.

Ratchet crossed his arms over his chest, looking between Optimus and I with a look I couldn't quite understand. I felt myself becoming more uncomfortable.

"Ratchet...?" I started hesitantly.

"I thought the two of you would have learned a lesson," he exclaimed, almost in a scolding manner. I scrunched my nose in confusion, looking at Optimus hesitantly. He seemed just as confused as I was.

"Can you just get on with it, Ratchet," I whined. "I feel like shit, I'd like to know what's wrong with me!"

Giving a deep sigh, Ratchet looked at me with an arched brow. It looked almost like he was holding back a smirk and that frustrated me. It frustrated me a lot.

"You're pregnant," he said, a small smirk gracing her lips.

Optimus hadn't left my room since the moment Ratchet told us the...big news. I wasn't sure how to feel over the news. Excited? Scared? I wasn't sure. Optimus seemed truly happy, though feeling frightened that a third child would be added to our dysfunctional family.

The girls had, rather loudly, told everyone of their new 'baby sibling' and everyone had voiced their congratulations to Optimus and I.

Cade had suggested calling the others and telling them the big news, but I told them I wanted to wait. I wasn't ready to tell them; at least, not yet.

"You don't seem excited," Optimus rumbled, gently stroking my lower back. I gave a silent sigh.

"I don't know how to feel," I said solemnly. "I honestly thought we were done having children."

I felt a gentle kiss on the base of my shoulder, the Holoform's lips gently grazing up my shoulder and neck, before planting another kiss on my cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I felt Optimus's hand go to my stomach, making me flinch slightly. My stomach was still feeling jumpy-fluttery, still kind of nauseas. I grimaced slightly.

"My stomach's still feeling really gross," I muttered. Placing my hand over his very gently. "I don't like this. This sucks!"

Optimus removed his hand after a minute, murmuring an apology.

"Stop apologizing," I muttered grouchily. A rumbling chuckle reverberated itself through Optimus's chest. I pouted slightly. Optimus, laying in front of me, kissed me gently on the lips, smiling at the pout I had.

"You've survived two pregnancies," Optimus said softly, cupping my face, his calloused thumb gently stroking my cheek. "I believe you can get through this one successfully, as well."

I huffed in response, though I did feel a little better hearing his supportive words.

"Is Cade still watching over the girls?" I asked, trying to stifle a yawn. Optimus nodded slightly. I scooted a little closer to him, curling up beside him. My stomach didn't like the careful movements I made, making my nausea intensify. "Sorry for snapping at you earlier," I said glumly.

"I understand why you did," he said gently. "I should be more supportive and observant of what goes on with my family."

No One's POV

Elita-1 was close to entering earth's hemisphere. It took long moments of hesitation before she finally convinced herself that it would be best if she continued. Optimus could be down there, and she needed to keep reminding herself that if - no, she knew he was down there - he was down there, they'd finally be able to live their lives together!

They'd Sparkbond...maybe even have Sparklings.

A thought like that made Elita-1 giddy. When she knew him as Orion, he was always a kind, almost shy Cybertronian. The feelings couldn't be diminished just by a few years apart, right?

Shaking her head, Elita-1 kept telling herself that her returning to Optimus would be the best - for both of their sakes!

But, unknowingly to the femme Cybertronian, there were very powerful beings watching her from a great distance. These beings' patience was wearing very thin. The slate hadn't been completely wiped clean, and if the clueless femme headed toward earth for her...long-lost love, that could help them clean the slate, then that will be what they will truly need.

Though the Creators weren't certain if the blinded Cybertronian femme would be the best for their plans to kill Optimus. If she managed to bring the Prime back to the vastness of space, with his hybrid offspring as well, then maybe the femme would be more help than they gave her credit for.

Ironhide POV

The stout weapon specialist felt on edge. After finding out that Desirée was expecting her third Sparkling, after the first two had hurt her so badly, he felt worried and frightened for his human friend. Ironhide looked at Desirée as a sisterly figure, her Sparklings were wonderful creatures, who not only inherited their father's kind and gentle nature, but also Desirée's fierce protectiveness.

"Are you sure Desirée will be OK?" Ironhide asked Ratchet gruffly. They had been in their true forms, standing in the backyard of the Yeager residence.

"No," Ratchet responded grimly. "Her body endured two Cybertronian pregnancies and just barely scraped by. I predict this third one will be the worst her body will experience."

Ironhide's hands clenched and unclenched. He wondered if Optimus knew of the consequences of this unborn Sparkling.

"Will it kill her?" he growled. Ironhide was certain the other Autobots - even Crosshairs, the selfish bastard - felt just as concerned over Desirée's health as he felt.

Ratchet didn't answer immediately, which caused Ironhide to feel even more upset.

"Will it?" he snapped.

"The chances of her dying from this are high, yes," Ratchet answered. "I will have to keep a very close watch on her. She's already weak and the pregnancy is in its beginning stage."

"What about Prime? Does he know?"

Ratchet shook his head. "I'd rather him be happy he's expecting another Sparkling," he answered. "If he knew this Sparkling could kill her, he'd be Sparkbroken."

QUICKY A/N:

THIS WHOLE ELITA-1 ARC THAT'S HAPPENING IS BECAUSE OF A KIND REVIEWER WHO SUGGESTED IT! AND TO THE KIND REVIEWER WHO SAID THAT ELITA-1 WAS IN THE SECOND TRANSFORMERS MOVIE ("REVENGE OF THE FALLEN"), I HONESTLY DIDN'T NOTICE! THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME, I APPRECIATE IT GREATLY. BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THE WAY SHE'S BEING INTRODUCED INTO THE STORY.

ANYWHO, DESIRÉE IS, YET AGAIN, PREGNANT. THAT WAS ALSO SUGGESTED BY A KIND REVIEWER, AND I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THAT AND I WOULD LIKE TO THANK THE KIND REVIEWERS WHO HAVE GIVEN SUCH KIND SUGGESTIONS TO MAKE THIS FANFIC MORE INTERESTING FOR YOU GUYS! IF YOU GUYS HAVE ANY THOUGHTS ON HOW TO THIS FANFIC COULD BE BETTER, JUST PM ME AND I'LL BE SURE TO ADD IT IN.

I LOVE HEARING THE THOUGHTS YOU GUYS HAVE FOR THIS FANFIC! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH.

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