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Optimus POV

The Prime and the Autobots were even closer to Tennessee.

Optimus kept feeling those overwhelming feelings from Desirée, which made him more worried about her condition than the mission they were about to undergo. Optimus desperately wanted to go back to Texas; he wanted to comfort his Sparkmate's condition, whatever was going on with her.

Desirée's emotions made his Spark rattle. He kept feeling fear and anger and regret...

The quicker this mission is finished, the quicker I can go back to Desirée and help her out, Optimus thought. I'll need all of my attention on handling Galvatron and stopping him from all of his destruction.

Working on calming himself down, Optimus tried to clear his processors. If he kept allowing himself to drown in his worries of Desirée's emotional state, he'd fail in the mission.

He couldn't allow that.

Desirée POV

I absently rubbed my stomach. I took a deep breath.

How's Optimus's mission going? I haven't heard from him from Drift... I shook my head. I didn't want to be filling my head with more worries. After hearing what Celia and Marli had to say...my mind was already trying to comprehend their information; then there was the possibility of Elita's unstable behavior causing more unwanted drama; then worrying about Optimus and the others on their mission to Tennessee. How would they deal with Galvatron? He was man made...it was easier taking him down as Megatron. Optimus had shown more than once that he could handle Megatron...

Pursing my lips, I started getting aggravated. My stomach started flipping, causing me to shift uncomfortably in my bed.

Damn it...This is too much drama for someone to deal with. I'll be happy once everything's settled and everyone's calmed down some! I'll be able to enjoy having this baby and finally having the slightest bit of stability.

But would stability come easily? Telling Marli and Celia of our plans...with Joshua Joyce...that hung on all of our shoulders. I would see the tiredness in Cade's eyes sometimes. I knew there were times he'd talk to Joyce, with Darcy helping as well, over the phone for hours, trying to get as much useful information together. From what I'd gathered, they didn't hire any kind of lawyer yet. It made me wonder... Shaking my head again, I pressed my forehead with the back of my hand.

They're doing the best they can to build a case for us. Stop being so bothered by everything.

But...what if this isn't as successful as we think it'll be? We're so confident that we'll win this battle, but not everyone was aware of the situation. Would they believe us?

They'd have to! We have Joshua Joyce with us. He'll be our biggest help, right?

The former owner of KSI... The guy who created the Transformium out of the melted-down body parts of dead Transformers.

Shaking my head, I shut my eyes tightly, trying to clear my head.

I couldn't afford to have my mind clouded with all these internal battles.

A knock on my bedroom interrupted me (thank God) from my internal battles, and I saw Cade's and Tessa's head poke in. I saw their eyes glittering with worry.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, feigning a calm and even voice.

"We're just wondering if you're OK," Tessa said. "After what happened last time..."

"There's no need to worry," I assured them. "I'm perfectly fine! Celia, Marli, and I had a good discussion."

The two Yeagers nodded, looking at each other briefly.

"How're the girls?" I asked, slightly worried.

"They're good," Cade answered. I nodded.

"That's good." I continued to rub my stomach, frowning slightly. "Is Drift resting?"

Tessa nodded. "He stayed up worrying about you," she responded.

"He wasn't using the Holoform was he?" I furrowed my brows. I didn't want him using the Holoform if he was feeling so tired; it would make me feel terrible!

Cade gave a half-hearted shrug. "He'd have it on sometimes," he said. "Having those two here really had him worried."

I frowned. Marli and Celia had him worried...that's understandable. He didn't really know them. In Drift's eyes, Marli and Celia might have been the enemy. They could have tried causing more harm on me

"I'll have to apologize for that."

"But how are you feeling?" Tessa asked. "You're still ill, remember?"

Shrugging, I tried to play it off as nothing big. I still had moments where I felt sick, but it wasn't as severe as it was before.

"I'm getting better, that's the important thing." I put on my best smile for them. I didn't need them worrying.

"You're sure?" Cade asked.

I nodded. "I'm positive, don't worry about me." I gave them my best smile. I knew that they didn't believe me. I tried to make myself sound believable. Deep down, I hoped that I was getting better; it was hard to tell if I was truly improving health-wise without Ratchet to confirm it or deny it.

As they left, I gave a silent sigh.

My stomach churned under my hands, making me feel uncomfortable.

Elita POV

Elita-1 knew that Drift was exhausted from how much time he'd spent caring for Desirée. She knew he'd be in recharge for a while. Elita had been contemplating entering the human residence to see the human Sparkmate of Optimus.

She wanted to understand what made the human so special. She still couldn't see it. What was so special about Desirée Witwicky? She was a human, an organic!

Elita tried to tell herself that the emotions rattling through her Spark wasn't jealousy, it was worry on Optimus's part. But the feelings were undeniable. She was jealous; angry; confused! Optimus didn't like it when she confronted him on the topic of Desirée or their Sparklings. He seemed...defensive. That was something Elita couldn't quite understand.

Maybe she'd never understand why.

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