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Desirée POV

I had managed to fall asleep without any disturbances. It felt nice to finally get some real sleep without worrying about any disturbances or discomfort. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep though, and it didn't really matter. A swift knock on the door jolted me from my sleep, causing me to gasp in surprise, my hands immediately grasping my stomach out of impulse. Swallowing thickly, my eyes sharply darted to the bedroom door as it opened. Drift's Holoform walked in with Ratchet's Holoform right behind him. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth when I saw the medical officer's Holoform walk in. My hands remained on my stomach as I watched the Holoforms approach me. Drift murmured something to Ratchet before the two of them knelt down and observed me carefully.

"Drift told me you can't feel the baby," Ratchet said firmly. I nodded hesitantly. Ratchet's hands gently removed mine from my stomach before he started inspecting my stomach.

"Is it a miscarriage?" I asked softly. A lump formed in my throat. Ratchet said that if I had a miscarriage, it'd be gory and life threatening. As far as I knew, I hadn't been bleeding and I hadn't experienced anything that could be considered life threatening. When Ratchet didn't answer, I felt like I could barely breathe. Closing my eyes, I tried taking a deep breath to clear my head.

"How are you feeling?" Ratchet asked, completely ignoring the question I asked.

I shook my head.

"I don't know," I said softly, my voice trembling.

Ratchet gently removed his hands and I looked at him worriedly. It felt like he was avoiding the question I asked. I didn't want that uncertainty to remain any longer.

"I'll need to do an exam," Ratchet said. He looked at me with his illuminated eyes, glittering with anxiety and uncertainty. The one thing I know about Ratchet is that if he seems uncertain about something, it could more than likely be bad.

Glancing at Drift's Holoform, I chewed on my bottom lip. Drift caught on, after a moment's confusion, and dismissed his Holoform.

Ratchet got himself positioned and got me ready for the exam.

Optimus POV

Optimus had received a ComLink from Ratchet, saying how he had reached the farm safely and how he was going to start his checkup on Desirée. Optimus felt relieved, but an anxiety and worry still hung heavily on his Spark. He still wasn't there for his Sparkmate and his Sparklings. The Prime was genuinely upset with himself for not being there for Desirée. She needed support, she needed reassurance - she needed him.

Fighting Galvatron, leaving Desirée on her own without any kind of medical attention, what the slag was I thinking? Optimus thought angrily. He tried to keep his processors cleared enough so he could focus on getting back to the farm without any problems. It was becoming harder to keep himself focused when he kept distracting himself.

Desirée's emotions still overwhelmed him. Since Ratchet's arrival at the Yeager farm, his Sparkmate's emotions had skyrocketed and it made Optimus more on edge.

"Prime, you're speeding," Ironhide said via ComLink.

Optimus hadn't noticed that he'd been speeding until it was pointed out to him. The injuries he sustained from Galvatron still hurt and it was still slowing him down significantly, from the way he saw it, but he wouldn't have guessed he was speeding.

"I need to get to Desirée," Optimus responded.

"She'll be fine," Crosshairs exclaimed. "You've said yourself she's tough as nails."

"Not like this."

At that moment, Optimus could've cared less if he had been speeding or doing anything else. His concerns would always be on Desirée and his family first. Especially when it came to her being pregnant.

The moments when Desirée had been pregnant with Saoirse and Eden, it was smooth. The risks were higher when she had been pregnant with Eden, but it wasn't as severe as with the current one.

The sooner I can get to the farm, the sooner I can help Desirée and get this over with.

Blossom POV

Blossom was putting Musa down for a nap. It had been a long day. She had spent most of the day talking with Rosalyn over the phone. Rosalyn talked about arranging a trip back to Mexico to visit Emilia. Blossom knew that the young Hispanic woman missed her twin sister and wanted to know if she was well.

The one thing that made Blossom anxious was that neither her nor any of the other women in their group had heard word on how their Autobot counterpart was doing. In a sense, Desirée served as their main contact when they wanted to receive information on their significant other, but since Desirée wasn't available, they had to assume their significant other would be OK and hope they'd return alive.

"You know what I really don't like about this?" Blossom said, looking down at Musa. The toddler was tiredly looking up at her mother. "I don't like the not knowing. It's the not knowing that's really getting me upset. I know your father's strong, but I don't want to be worrying about the possibility of him dying."

Blossom knew that Musa wasn't understanding her worries. It'd be obvious that, on occasion, Musa would wonder where her father had gone and why he wasn't there, and Blossom would have to explain that Sideswipe was on an important 'business trip' and would be returning as soon as he could. It seemed to work just fine for the time being, but Blossom had to wonder how much longer the same story would work. Musa was proving to be very intelligent, and would sooner or later start seeing through Blossom's little white lies.

"You're smart, Musa," Blossom sighed. Musa's eyes closed. "You're smart like your father. I just worry for the two of you."

I'll always worry for the two of you, she thought.

Musa had fallen asleep and Blossom gently stroked Musa's hair out of her face. Frowning, Blossom pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a sigh.

Sam POV

The older Witwicky sibling was finishing the last minute packing for going over to Texas. Carly had packed plenty of supplies for Daniel and Sam made sure to contact his parents to let them know he'd be visiting Desirée in Texas for a little bit. They seemed to understand and pushed no further. Judy had pressed on what was going on with Desirée and how she was doing with her new group of friends in Texas, and Sam tried telling his parents as much as he knew.

"Sam, are we ready to go?" Carly asked. She was holding Daniel in her arms, bouncing a little where she stood so their son wouldn't start crying or anything.

Nodding, Sam got his luggage, with some of Carly's, and headed toward their car.

Sam wanted to leave sooner, but things happened and he couldn't get an opening until about a few days ago.

"Yeah, go ahead and put Daniel in the car." Sam nodded at Carly. Nodding, the British woman went to go do so while Sam followed behind her. Sam had been devoted to going down to Texas to check on his sister. He hadn't called Cade or the others since he confirmed he was going to be checking in on Desirée; Sam wanted to call in, have Cade or someone check on his sister, but he'd been busy and couldn't find the time.

It was a relief he managed to find some time off of work to even go to Texas in the first place.

"Do you think Desirée's gotten better since you called last?" Carly asked.

Sam opened the back of the car and started loading some of the luggage there. Looking at his fiancée with a slight frown, Sam shrugged. It was possible that Desirée's health could've improved since the last time he spoke with Cade; but that still wouldn't stop him from visiting.

"There's a chance she might be doing better," Sam said.

"Sam, you can't just assume that she's not going to get better." Carly's voice sounded firm, pretty much scolding him for thinking like that.

Sam sighed, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand. He knew that it wasn't right to think his sister possibly wouldn't get better, but he knew that there was a chance her condition could worsen. The way Sam saw it, he was looking at both sides of the situation.

"I never said she wasn't going to get better," Sam said defensively. "I'm just saying she can, but there's also the chance that she couldn't."

"Just try and have some faith in her."

Desirée POV

After Ratchet had finished his exam, I felt like I was hyperventilating. My heart was pounding painfully in my chest and I wanted answers immediately. Since Ratchet had come into my room, it felt like he was avoiding my questions and it was making me panicky. In the current situation, having the sick pregnant woman get panicky probably wouldn't help her condition improve.

Swallowing thickly, I glanced at Ratchet half expectantly and half anxiously. I wasn't really in the mood for any of his evasion games and I certainly was running low on patience.

"Just tell me what's going on with the baby," I hissed. My eyes were already tearing up because of the anticipation.

Ratchet sighed. "There doesn't seem to be any kind of damage. From what I could gather, the Sparkling is still alive."

I let out a strangled laugh.

"But why can't I feel it move?" I asked shakily.

"My best guess is because of the infection." Ratchet gave a halfhearted shrug. "The Sparkling is still alive, which is a relief. I would suggest getting more rest. The Sparkling may still be alive, but it's very weak; any other strains on it will result in a miscarriage."

I nodded, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"I'll watch over you, I'll give Drift a break." Ratchet closed his eyes and sighed. "Just rest and try to eat and drink more. You're looking weaker than before, Desirée. It's not healthy."

At that point, I was just barely hearing what Ratchet had to say. The baby was alive, weak but alive. That was all I wanted to hear.

I wanted to know that my baby was still alive, even though I was starting to believe I could've miscarried. I wanted to know that everything would be OK, even if I was still feeling like absolute crap!

Despite still having the infection, I hadn't felt so much relief in my life.

QUICKY A/N:

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