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Three and a half years later...

"It was really nice of your mom offering to babysit Selena," Amy said, opening the bottle of wine. "Now, the three of us can catch on."

"Well, this is a special occasion," I replied, opening the wooden cabinet above the kitchen counter and pulling out three wine glasses.

"True," Amy said, as she carried the bottle to the kitchen table.

"Besides, it's nice to have some time for myself here and there," I said, putting the wine glasses on the table. "Selena can be very demanding sometimes," I said, pouring the wine into the glasses and giving them to Amy and Monica.

"I can imagine," Monica said, as she took the glass from my hand. "At least she stopped breaking people's arms," she said, starting to laugh.

"Yeah," I said, as I sat at the table. "Sometimes she is not aware of her strength, or the fact that she is much stronger from the rest of the people," I said, taking a sip of wine.

"And, when you say the rest of the people, you mean from us humans" Amy said, raising her eyebrow at me.

"Yeah."

"Just wait till Selena hits puberty," Monica said, laughing.

"When she hits puberty, I'm going to kill myself. I can barely restrain her now just imagine what will happen when her hormones starts to kick in."

"Oh, don't be like that" Monica laughed. "But really, what's Cybertronian puberty look like?"

"Like ours only million times worse," I replied.

"It will be very interesting to watch it; from the safe distance, of course," Amy said, as she began to laugh.

"Very funny," I said, turning my head to look at her. "You know you are her favorite aunt. So, when she goes into the puberty I will send her to you."

I could see how the color from Amy's face disappears.

"You wouldn't do that to me. Would you?"

"Oh, I would trust me," I said, getting up from the table. "So, guys what do you want? Chinese, Indian or pizza?" I asked, picking up the phone.

"Chinese," Amy and Monica shouted, at the same time.

"Then Chinese it is."

While we waited for Chinese food to arrive, the three of us decided to shorten the time playing the cards in the living room.

"So, Monica tell me how is married life?" I asked, as I opened the desk drawer and pulled out the deck of cards and began to shuffle them in my hands, walking back to them.

"It's good," she replied. "Brian and I, are really enjoying being married."

"That's nice, and Mon, sorry I couldn't go to your wedding," I said, looking at her.

"I know and I understand," she said, sympathetically. "Those were hard times. You were scared and pregnant with Selena, and above all you and your family had to hide from the Quintessons and Lockdown."

"I know, but still I feel awful."

"Don't be," she said, softly.

That's why I love Monica, she is always full of understanding.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

"That must be our delivery," I said, getting up from my seat and grabbing my wallet from the table and heading out towards the door. Trying to find something smaller than the fifty-dollar bill I opened the door.

"I'm sorry you have to wait now," I said, to the person at the door. "But, if I could just…." I began. "I know, I saw a twenty dollar bill here somewhere, but now I can't find it," I said, searching my wallet,

"Hello Sandra," a rough male voice greeted me. "It's been a while."

I froze, and my heart began to pound uncontrollable when I heard that voice. "It can't be," I whispered more to myself than to the man. I slowly raised my eyes up to look at the person in front of me. My eyes met the sapphire blue ones. When our eyes met, I felt like I was going to pass out. My whole body began to shake uncontrollably.

"What….? Why….? How did…?" I tried to put a sentence together, but I couldn't think straight; my brain refuses to cooperate.

"May I come in?" he asked.

But, I didn't answer; my brain still refused to function, I just move aside.

"I will take it as a yes," the man said, and walked in. He made his way to the living room, as I closed the door behind him.

"YES, CHINESE IS HERE. FINALLY, I'M SO HUNGRY I COULD EAT A COW…IRONHIDE….? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

I could hear Amy's voice say from the living room as I walked toward it. I was breathing more and more heavily with each step I made toward the living room, and each step felt like an eternity. All those memories I wanted to forget were now coming back to me, and every single one hurt like hell.

Finally I walked into the living room. The three of them were standing and both Amy and Monica had angry looks on their faces.

"What's he doing here?" Amy asked, turning her head toward me.

"I don't know," I whispered, quietly as I walked passed him and sat down, shoving my face into my hands.

"WELL, TELL HIM TO GO!"

"I'm not going anywhere! Not until Sandra and I talk," Ironhide said.

"Oh, now he wants to talk after three years," Monica said, sarcastically throwing her arms in the air.

"Why won't you two be good little humans, and go away and leave Sandra and me to talk."

"And why won't you turn your pathetic cybertronian ass around and leave?" Amy said, getting into his face.

"If you get into my face inch closer I will offline you," Ironhide growled, narrowing his eyes at Amy and clenching his fist.

"I would like to see you try," she said, trough her gritted teeth.

"Amy, Monica please," I said, raising my head. "Can you two please go into the kitchen?"

"You can't be serious?"

"Please."

"Fine," Amy said, angrily as she and Monica went into the kitchen.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, looking at him.

"About you and Selena."

"What about me and Selena?"

"I want you two back. And, I'll do anything for that," he said, taking a step toward me.