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Desirée POV

I swallowed a little bit of some water Drift had given me. It was cold and tasted almost a little metallic, but it was nice. I almost couldn't remember what it was like to actually drink something and actually hold it down. The glass of water was half empty and I still hadn't thrown up yet. I kept expecting to start vomiting the moment I swallowed my first drink, and when I didn't, it was a little encouraging. I steadily kept drinking until the water was halfway empty. Needless to say, the cold water eased my throat.

Rubbing my stomach absently, I leaned back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling solemnly. I wasn't sure what to do. It felt like I was starting to get better, but I wasn't sure. I would still feel ill, but it didn't feel as intense. Frowning slightly, I closed my eyes and let out a silent sigh. My mind kept reeling on what was going on with Saoirse and Eden. How were they treating Cade and the others? Was Saoirse doing well in school? Cade said she was doing outstandingly, but I was starting to feel a little guilty. Cade and the others were doing most of the caring for Saoirse and Eden, it was making me feel like an inadequate mother.

What was I going to be able to do anyway? With the pregnancy being the way it is, it's not like I have many options. If I do too much, I'd miscarry. Ratchet was firm in his diagnosis of infection and that I had to be on bed rest. The third pregnancy was harsher than when I was pregnant with Saoirse and Eden. I was counting down the days - the months - until the baby was born.

Ratchet POV

The Autobot had kept the same pace to get to the farm. During the day, he'd have his sirens on; during the night, he'd have it off. The one thing Ratchet liked during the night was that there seemed to be less humans on the road than during the day. It was the daytime where Ratchet considered, on multiple occasions, just transforming and running to the farm, just to save time. But he knew doing that was dangerous. He didn't really know how humans stood with the Autobots anymore - whatever negativity had been there before could've dissolved or evolved into something more.

Ratchet wasn't sure.

The one thing he was sure on, was that he was tired. Ratchet was tired of the fighting and being on constant alert and not knowing whether or not a new threat would arise. Humans were still a bit unreliable in the medic's eyes. The Autobots were a bit uncertain on where they stood. As far as Ratchet was concerned, there were no more remaining Decepticons roaming the earth, so only Galvatron remained the enemy.

Any remaining Decepticons either perished in the Chicago battle or died at the hands of the humans to make those human-made Transformers.

Ratchet still couldn't get over that.

Humans, slaughtering Autobots and Decepticons alike to make sleeker, newer versions of the Transformers. It was like everything the Autobots did up until NEST's disbandment meant nothing. The way he saw it, it was an insult to do something like that. Ratchet wasn't sure if he'd ever forgive the humans for the damage they brought upon themselves.

As for the Creators, Ratchet wasn't sure with them. Optimus said he'd hidden the Seed where the Creators wouldn't be able to find it, but it could only be a matter of time before the Creators discovered what Optimus did.

Ratchet's Spark rattled in frustration. But his determination for Desirée's health wouldn't dim.

Optimus POV

The Prime was feeling anxiety filling his Spark. Desirée's emotions were filling him and that made him worry even more. He's been feeling his Sparkmate's overwhelming emotions ever since he left with the others to fight Galvatron.

Optimus had to wonder how close Ratchet was to the farm. The Prime's Spark rattled nervously. He wanted to know that Desirée was taken care of. If something happened to her and the Sparkling and he was gone...

Shaking the thought from his processors, Optimus tried to focus his attention on getting back to the farm and being there for his family.

Desirée POV

I fiddled with my fingers, not really knowing what to do. Drift had been visiting when he had the chance. He'd been receiving ComLink messages from the other Autobots and had to take them in private. I understood and knew that it must've been very important.

I couldn't keep having Drift babysitting me.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I looked around the room, feeling a bit restless. An urge to just get up and walk around was starting to rise in me. I wanted to walk around, move my legs and get some exercise.

Sometimes I'd have some company from Cade and Tessa; even the girls or Shane on occasion. They couldn't enter the room anyway, and it was nice to have someone to talk to when Drift wasn't around. But it was still lonely. I wanted them in the room with me. I wanted to see Saoirse and Eden. I wanted to have some girl time with Tessa. I wanted to talk about cars or something with Shane.

I felt my heart clench.

I knew that the girls were in good hands when it came to Cade and Tessa and Shane.

If I could get up and leave the room; if I could find the strength to actually move my legs; I'd do that!

My heart pounded painfully in my chest. The room felt smaller; it felt harder for me to breathe. I wanted to leave, I wanted to move around and feel free. I knew the others wouldn't like that - they'd worry their asses off.

Taking a deep breath, I tried pushing down that overwhelming feeling and tried to focus my attention on something else. I had to stop getting so worked up.

I needed to make it a little longer.

QUICKY A/N:

HEY-YO! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET THIS UPDATE UP. SORRY IF IT'S SHORT TOO. I HAD GRADUATION TODAY. I'M OFFICIALLY OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL!

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~ SMITHY