A/N Wow 111 reviews, thanks, guys! I'm so happy you like this story so much! Now to move on to the more important things in the last chapter, I asked you how spicy do you want the scene to be between Ironhide and Sandra? The votes are in and it's my pleasure to announce that it's unanimous. You all want it to be very spicy, hot and primal. And who am I to question your wishes heh, beside I like when Ironhide is bad who doesn't? So I will do my best to give that to you my dear readers.
I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes and French toast. I smiled to myself as I rolled onto my stomach, burying my head into my pillow. Who knew Ironhide knows how to make breakfast? Especially blueberry pancakes and French toast; my favorite. I hugged my pillow tightly enjoying the warmth when all of a sudden I noticed a folded white piece of paper on my nightstand. I sat up straight in my bed and took a folded piece of paper from my nightstand; I unfold the paper and read what was written on it.
Sweetspark I had to return to the base; I'll talk to you later.
Ironhide.
I folded the paper again and returned it on the nightstand; I was confused. If Ironhide returned to base, then who was making breakfast? What if the police officer somehow managed to get into my house I thought to myself. And I'm all alone in this big house.
I began frantically looking for my phone in order to call Ironhide, but I couldn't find it, and then I remember that I left it on the coffee table in the living room.
I quickly jumped out of bed and dressed; I grab a wooden baseball bat hidden under my bed and slowly walked to the door; I cautiously opened the door and went downstairs.
I heard a kitchen utensil rattle in the kitchen; clutching the bat in my hands I walked toward the kitchen. As I was walking toward the kitchen, my heart pounded so hard that I thought it was going to explode. I stopped in front of the kitchen doors and took a deep breath.
"Alright Sandra, it's now or never" I quietly said to myself as I squeezed the bat in my hands preparing myself for fight. I closed my eyes and barged screaming into the kitchen swinging the bat toward the intruder. The intruder dodged my swing and quickly grabbed the bat from my hands.
"Jesus Christ, Sandra are you trying to kill me?" the intruder said, shocked.
That voice…I know it.
"Mom…" I mumbled, as I opened my eyes.
"Yes, Sandra it is I your mother" my mom said sharply. "Who do you thought I was?" she asked, looking at me.
"I thought you were that cop," I said.
My mom's eyes softened a little.
"Was he coming again?" she asked, anxiously.
"No," I said. "When did dad and you arrived?" I asked.
"At 8 o'clock," she replied.
Oh my god, did they saw Ironhide sleeping next to me?
"I went to your room, but you were sleeping so I wanted to surprise you with breakfast when you wake up," she said.
That means no.
"Thanks mom and sorry for… you know."
"That's alright, but next time do me a favor and check first who is in the kitchen."
"I will. So where's dad?"
"In the garage working on my car."
I nodded.
"Why did you take your car on a cruise?" I asked.
"Well, how else will I go sightseeing?" she asked, placing her hand on her hip.
"On foot," I said.
"Not when your father is around; he can't take a few steps and not to gasp for air,"she said, in a serious manner.
"True," I said. "You should put him on a diet."
"Trust me, I tried when we were on a cruise. It didn't work."
I began to laugh.
"Yeah dad loves his food," I said. "I'm going to the garage to see if he needs any help."
"Alright sweetie. I will make hot chocolate and bring you there."
"Okay mom," I said, as I walked out of the kitchen and to the garage. As I entered the garage, I saw my dad under the hood of my mom's Austin A40 sports car. I approached him from behind and tapped him on the back, slightly surprising him.
"Hey pumpkin. You are awake," my dad said, as he turned to me.
"Hi dad," I said, hugging him. "So, do you need help fixing mom's car" I asked, letting him out of my embrace.
"Sure pass me the wrench from the toolbox," he said, as he turned to the car.
"Which one?" I asked.
"5/8," he said.
"Here," I said, giving him the wrench.
"Thanks," my dad said, taking the wrench from my hand. "So, Sandy tell me what's new with you, beside that your house was destroyed."
"Um…well, I lost my job a few months ago," I said, scratching my head.
"Really, how that happened?"
"I forgot to bring drawings to work and Mr. Randall fired me."
"I'm sorry to hear that pumpkin," my dad said sympathetically. "Anything beside that?"
"I have boyfriend."
They would find about Ironhide sooner or later, so why not sooner I thought to myself.
"Sandy that's great. I'm so happy for you," my dad said, turning toward me. "Come sit here and tell me everything about him," he said, grabbing my hand and taking me to the stairs where the two of us sat down.
"He is a solider," I began.
"Really? What's his occupation?"
"He is a weapon specialist," I said.
"Interesting. So what's his name? "
"Ironhide."
"What a strange name," my dad said. "Ironhide," he repeated the name to himself.
Suddenly a sound of metal tray falling on the floor and cups breaking startled us; we turned our heads and saw my mom standing on the top of the stairs. The metal tray was lying in front of her feet and the hot chocolate poured down the stairs. She was shaking like a leaf.
"Mom!" I screamed as I got up and ran to her.
"Spectra honey, are you alright?" my dad asked, as he too got up .
"Yes, I'm fine," she said. "I tripped and I dropped the tray."
"You have to be more careful honey; you could have fallen down the stairs," my dad said.
"I will next time," she said. "Sandy, Monica is on the phone; she wants to ask you something" she said, turning her head to look at me.
"Ok, just let me clean this," I said, crouching down and starting to pick up the pieces of the floor.
"Leave it, I will clean it up. Go." she said, pushing me toward the doors.
"But mom, I need to clean this up."
"I SAID LEAVE IT!" Suddenly my mom snapped at me. "GO, AND ANSWER THE PHONE!"
My mom never yelled at me, even when I was a kid. So this was strange.
"Alright, I'm going" I said, looking at her confused as I went to answer the phone.
"Spectra what's wrong?" her husband asked her. "Why are you yelling at Sandy?"
But she didn't hear him.
"Sandra is dating an Autobot," she whispered more to herself than to her husband. "I had never in my wildest dreams thought that my daughter would be dating an Autobot."
"Spectra what are you talking about?"
"Sandra…our Sandy...our daughter…. is dating an Autobot and not just any Autobot, but Optimus Prime's right hand and second in command," she said.
"And why is that a problem?"
Spectra narrowed her eyes.
"Because, he is one of the fiercest, most ruthless and dangerous Autobots alive," she said.
"And?"
"And!?" she yelled. "Do you know what is his specialty? Despite the fact that he is a weapon specialist, and Optimus right arm."
"No, what?"
"Extracting information's from the enemies. No one survives his interrogations and I mean no one. And if he learns the truth about our daughter, he... he will kill her" she barely managed to say the last sentence.
Seeing the fear reflecting in his wife eyes, he stepped toward and hugged her.
"Maybe he won't hurt her, if he truly loves her, beside Sandy hasn't done anything wrong," he said, trying to comfort his wife.
"BUT I DID!" she shouted. "And she is my daughter, which makes her automatically guilty!"
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