Ratchet and the other Autobots attend the rescheduled graduation before Ratchet takes you out for a weekend getaway with a few surprises. One results in another surprise a few weeks later.

Ratchet's P.O.V.
(Y/N) recovered in time for the graduation redo. I had time to plan a nice date like I was going to two weeks ago. I didn't think she'd be afraid to go on stage again, but it's understandable considering she died on the stage.
"Sweetspark, you're ok. I've given you two check-ups; the last one was last night."

My plan for the day begins with a beautiful bouquet of (Y/N)'s favorite flowers.
I'm glad I came to her house an hour before she heads to the location of the graduation ceremony — I also gave her sleep aid last night. Now she's well-rested but a nervous wreck.
"It's ok, you'll do great," I assure her as I try to get her to relax. There's no time for a relaxing bath. I should have slept over rather than come an hour before (Y/N) needs to leave; I could have helped more.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I guess I was too sick to be a nervous wreck before. Add I'm terrified I'll die on stage again.
Ratchet tells me he has plans when the ceremony is over. I packed a nice dress and my makeup to touch up.

I don't know if the cheering I received during my speech is normal or not.
"Good job, baby," Ratchet praises and kisses me.
June is not pleased I plan on getting ready for a date with Ratchet in the bathroom.
"No way! You're coming over to get ready."
She tells Ratchet to come by in an hour and to dress nicely.

I take a shower and get ready. Ratchet is already here getting a lecture from June.
He doesn't seem happy with the timing of my entrance into the living room.

Ratchet's P.O.V.
Scrap, how much did (Y/N) hear? This is supposed to be a night full of Surprises. Honestly, I didn't think June would be ok with a couple of surprises I have. She just asked questions about them.
(Y/N) is beautiful in her (d/s) (d/c).

(Y/N) is shocked I planned a weekend getaway. Not in those big cities like Los Vegas, but a nice town a little bit bigger than Jasper. The town has a nice three-star hotel.
"You could have told me; it would have been a nice surprise, and you could have avoided being questioned by Jack's mom," (Y/N) tells me.
I show her the bag I kept in my subspace, "well, I talked to your ( mom/dad/gaurdian). No way I could have gathered some of your clothes without being questioned."

The plan is dinner and see a movie, before surprise number two at the hotel room. I'm hoping after the surprise, I can initiate a little adult fun. I can smell (Y/N) is thinking about doing it, probably because she's now eighteen. Seeing how sexy she's is in the outfit she chose turns me on.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
Ratchet and I agreed on no fragging until I'm eighteen. I've been eighteen for a few months, but I feel weird bringing it up. It's not like we've had a moment to ourselves to do it — until today. Thinking about how I'm going to initiate a little adult fun is making me feel wet already.
It's a great night out, but Ratchet is oddly nervous.
"I'm going to get changed," I tell him, but he stops me. He turns me around, and I see he's on one knee.
"(Y/N) I know you just turned eighteen, but we've been together for five years, and I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?"
So that's why he talked to my (parent(s)/ guardian)
"Yes!" I exclaim.
As with every proposal scene on T.V. and in movies, we share a passionate kiss. What's different — at least with the scenes I've seen — is we take each other's clothes off.
Ratchet's face turns red as I stare at his lower region.

Ratchet's P.O.V.
(Y/N) didn't give me a chance to explain this is planned, and I am prepared with what humans call condoms, but she gets on her knees and sucks on my spike. I didn't think I'd enjoy this until moans escape me. I can't believe how long (Y/N) kept this going. My legs give out, and I lower myself to the floor. I didn't think (Y/N) would push me to a laying down position and straddle me and put my spike in her; morning as she adjusts to my spike in her. Once she adjusted, she starts moving up and down. I love seeing her breasts bounce around. We're both moaning as she continues for a few minutes before pulling out. She's unaware I'm picking her up and laying her on the bed.
"My turn," I smile as I go in and start thrusting slowly. I love hearing her moans of pleasure.
I should have killed the mood to put condoms on. We never talked about ever starting a family when (Y/N) finishes school. Once is all it takes.
"Faster, Ratchet," (Y/N) begs.
I go faster, and her breasts bounce around. Laying on the bed is a much better view of my sexy girl.
She lets me keep going until I feel myself cum inside her. I pull out and lay next to her. We cuddle until we fall asleep.

Three weeks later

(Y)N)'s P.O.V.
I didn't think my period being late is a concern — it's only a few days late — until I had to rush to the bathroom.
"Are you ok?" Ratchet asks.
"I'm fine."
The problem is I can't give a reason why I just threw up. Ratchet doesn't worry — which is surprising considering what happened six weeks ago.

"Are you pregnant?" Miko asks as I throw up again while at her house, "you said you hadn't gotten your period, and this is the second time you're throwing up today. Yet you don't feel sick."
She leaves the room, turning quickly with the thermometer and...
"A pregnancy test?!"
"It's either a cold with vomiting or..."
My temperature is normal.

Miko waits for me to walk out of the bathroom. My crying gives it away; I'm pregnant.
"You have to tell him," Miko insists, "you want me to call him?"
I nod while crying.

Ratchet looks at the pregnancy test and hugs me.
"I know we didn't talk about it, but I'm happy to start a family with you."
He kisses me and rubs my belly, which doesn't show I'm pregnant...for now. There's still a lot to talk about, but I think Ratchet is saying 'not today' with this kiss.