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The past few days seemed to have passed by in a blur. My stomach had slowly gotten worse and I did end up vomiting as a result. Optimus made sure to help me and stay by my side constantly. The girls didn't see the worse of my progression, only seeing me whenever I wasn't puking my guts out or having the occasional nosebleed.

My stomach had become a bit swollen, not too noticeable, but if a hand were placed over my stomach, it'd be easy to tell there was a baby growing in there!

Ratchet couldn't confirm the baby's gender, saying the pregnancy was too early for the gender to be determined. I honestly could've cared less on what the gender could be; Optimus and I handled two daughters just fine, but I wondered if Optimus would be happy with a little boy.

He never mentioned wanting to have a son, he always seemed so happy to have Saoirse and Eden. But was it important for a Prime to have sons if they were having biological offspring? I was told on numerous occasions that, while Primes reproducing is extremely rare, having female offsprings of a Prime is nearly unheard of.

"Would you be happy if we had another girl or if we had a boy?" I asked tiredly. I was laying on my back, my hands gently resting on my swelling stomach. Optimus's Holoform laid beside me, looking deep in thought. Those vivid blue eyes sparkled for a moment at the mention of the baby.

"I would be happy with either one," he answered sincerely.

Scrunching my nose, I huffed. "Isn't it, I dunno, important for Primes to have sons or whatever?"

Optimus looked at me with a lopsided smile. "Primes having offspring is something that doesn't occur often," he responded. "The title of Prime is normally passed down from one Prime to the next, without the two being related in some way. Whether I have sons or not isn't important."

"What about when you're done being Prime?" I exclaimed. "Saoirse or Eden could get it?"

Optimus gave a halfhearted shrug. "Possibly, if they are willing to take it," he said truthfully. "I won't force them to take something they don't want. They still have much to learn about Cybertronian culture."

I pursed my lips. Optimus had pushed off teaching Saoirse and Eden about their Cybertronian heritage for a while, with everything getting in the way and not having enough time, and he knew that once his position as Prime would come to an end, someone will have to take his place.

I guess they don't have to be Prime if they don't want to, I thought, slightly confused. But it'd be nice to learn more about Cybertronian stuff. The girls could learn a lot from the Autobots.

"How are you feeling?" Optimus asked, looking at my stomach.

I shrugged. "Nothing's really changed," I sighed. "I still feel nauseas."

It sucked, feeling nauseas all the time. I couldn't eat certain foods, I had to drink certain liquids at certain times of the day, I had designated sleep schedules (with nap time in between, which I enjoyed) - just a whole list of things I would need to do to keep myself and the baby healthy. It was tiring, even with all of the extra sleep I was getting.

"Why don't we bring the girls in?" I suggested. "I've barely seen them. Cade doesn't have to keep watching over them."

Optimus nodded, slowly sitting up. Before he left, he leaned over and carefully kissed me on the lips.

Optimus POV

It had been over an hour since Saoirse and Eden had spent time with their mother. Optimus had made sure the two girls didn't cause too much movement on their mother's bed, to be extra careful because of Desirée's extra sensitive stomach and how easily she got migraines.

She was trying her hardest to spend as much time with Saoirse and Eden as possible, as was the Prime. He swore that he'd spend every moment he could with his daughters. Desirée and his girls were the highlight of his existence, and the unborn Sparkling that Desirée was carrying would be his entire world.

Optimus wasn't the kind of mech who'd show his emotions a lot. Around certain group of people, he'd express more emotions than he would around others. And after finding out that he would be fathering his third Sparkling, he had cried for a little bit. He was so happy to be experiencing the beauty of having a newborn Sparkling around; yes, he worried about Desirée's health, and made sure she didn't have to lift a finger in her fragile state.

What made Optimus really happy was that none of the Autobots heard a single word on what happened to Galvatron since his disappearance after China. The idea of him still being alive out there, hiding amongst the humans to build his new army, made Optimus stand on edge. Optimus Prime had friends and family that needed protecting. Despite humanity's attempts to wipe the last of Autobots and Decepticons from existence (on earth, anyway), Optimus still found something worth protecting on the dirt planet.

After the girls had spent time with Desirée, and went to go eat, thanks to Cade's help, Optimus had some time for himself to think.

His processors had been so filled with ways to keep Desirée satisfied and how to spend time with his daughters, he sometimes didn't have a lot of time to himself to just think.

As he thought, Optimus went back to that broken up message he had received. It still baffled him on how there was a surviving Cybertronian out there. Were they OK? Were they still alive?! Thoughts like that worried Optimus. He didn't need to be thinking about whether a possible Autobot had died on space or not. Though Optimus would have to think of all possible outcomes.

The possibility of whoever it was dying in space could still happen. He wasn't sure how close the survivor was, and that worried him the most.

"O...Optimus..."

The Prime's thoughts were quickly discarded as the crackling ComLink just barely made it through.

"Who is this?" he answered quickly.

"Oh thank Primus it's you!" she said, sounding relieved. "I thought you had perished! I'm so happy you're alive."

Confusion wracked through the Prime's body. The femme's voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

"Please, tell me who you are," he asked firmly. "It's critical I know!"

There was a pause on the other end and a heaviness that weighed itself on Optimus's Spark.

"I didn't think you'd forget that easily," she replied softly. "It's me, Optimus. Elita."

Optimus's eyes widened. Elita? Elita-1? The very femme he thought perished on Cybertron?

He felt dizzy, unsteady. He felt an overload of emotions, but the emotions he could easily make out was fear. He had thought Elita-1 had died on Cybertron, along with a majority of the other innocent Cybertronians.

What Optimus feared most was how he was going to explain to Desirée that his once-thought-to-be-dead girlfriend was actually alive!

QUICKY A/N:

THERE, FRIENDS! I HAVE FINISHED THIS UPDATE, AND ELITA'S EXISTANCE HAS BEEN CONFIRMED BY OPTIMUS. HOW DO YOU GUYS THINK DESIRÉE WILL HANDLE THE NEWS OF ELITA'S EXISTANCE? PROBABLY NOT WELL, BUT MY OPINION DOESN'T MATTER IN THIS SITUATION, SO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!

AS FOR THE GENDER OF THE SPARKLING, I WAS INFORMED OF ITS GENDER AND YOU ALL WILL KNOW SOON ENOUGH!

AND, REGARDING A COMMENT I RECEIVED FROM A KIND REVIEWER, Silent Shooter, I WILL MOST CERTAINLY ADD THAT LITTLE BIT IN THERE! I AGREE WITH YOU, IT'S ONLY FAIR THAT IT HAPPEN. HAVE A FANTASTIC BIRTHDAY, MY FRIEND, AND CELEBRATE VALENTINES DAY WONDERFULLY!

YOU'RE ALL WONDERFUL PEOPLE! I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE FANTASTIC BIRTHDAYS, CELEBRATE VALENTINES DAY WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE AND JUST HAVE THE MOST FUN OUT OF IT!

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