(Y/N) and Smokescreen's second wedding anniversary is coming up. (Y/N) wants to have a baby but isn't sure if smokescreen wants one — or if she can get impregnated by Smokescreen. Once she has her answers, she talks to Smokescreen, who wants to have a baby with her...until the day (Y/N) finds out she's pregnant. Now Smokescreen is terrified about the baby's safety, while (Y/N) is confident the Autobots will keep the two of them safe.

Y/N)'s P.O.V.
It's almost Smokescreen and mine's second wedding anniversary. I've been thinking about starting a family with him, but I'm afraid to bring it up. I don't know if he wants to be a father, period, add I'm human. Come to think of it, can we even have a child together? The Autobots holoforms are supposed to be as humans, but are they in terms of reproduction?

"Ratchet?" I ask.
"Hmmm?"
"I ..um... weird question, but..."
"There's no need to be nervous or afraid, (Y/N)."
Ratchet stops what he's doing and activates his holoform, "something about our holoforms then? It's ok to ask anything about our holoforms."
"Yeah...umm... reproduction."
"Yes, but the baby will be a hybrid. Same blue eyes as our optics, Energon mixed with their blood, enhanced senses and faster healing. You don't have to be embarrassed; you and Smokescreen are together, and I know you want to have a baby."
"Y-you do?"
I know my face is red. That must mean smokescreen knows.

I wait for Smokescreen to come back. I want to talk to him than assume he knows like Ratchet strangely knows.

Smokescreen's P.O.V.
Something is on (Y/N)'s mind. She never keeps things from me do I worry it's nothing good.
She's sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
"Is something wrong?" I ask as I sit next to her.
"Maybe...," she replies.
Scrap, she's afraid to tell me something.
"What's wrong? Do I need to have Ratchet give you a check-up?!"
"No, no, it's nothing like that," she sighs, "I want us to start a family."
I smile and hug her. I may have no experience with children younger than twelve — though something tells me Raf isn't like most twelve-year-olds — I've seen parents with their young kids and picture myself and (Y/N) with a little human child.
"I'd love to have a baby with you," I smile and hug her.

I plan a date for Friday, hoping to get us in the mood for fragging.
Wouldn't it be great if (Y/N) finds out she's pregnant on our anniversary?
I smile, thinking this could happen.

Three weeks after that amazing date, I wake up to disgusting sounds.
(Y/N)? Are you ok!"
"I'm fine; I must have a cold," she says after disgusting crap comes out of her mouth.
"I'd rather have Ratchet take a look at you."
She lets me carry her to Ratchet — who's already working at the computer.

"Ratchet!" I yell.
"What?!"
"He's overreacting to me having a cold," (Y/N) argues.
He activated his holoform and took (Y/N) from my arms, taking her to the medbay.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
Ratchet smiles as he carries me to the medbay.

"I think we know what this means," he says as he sets me down, "but we should make sure. I asked June to give me a couple of pregnancy tests. I didn't say you two were trying, but one day you would, so I want to be prepared," Ratchet explains as he hands me a pregnancy test.

Ten minutes pass, and we have confirmation.

Ratchet walks out with me. Everyone is already around, so I can give everyone the good news.
I knew the others would be excited and cheer, but I didn't think I'd watch Smokescreen's holoform run off.
"I-I don't understand; we talked first."
My reaction is to hug Ratchet. I'm terrified Smokescreen will walk out.
"You talked to him beforehand, right?" Ratchet asks
"Yes, and he's the one who planned the date."
"I think he's happy you're pregnant, but you need to talk to him."

I didn't think I'd hear crying when I open the door. Smokescreen lays on the bed as he cries.
"What's wrong?" I ask as I lay next to him.
"I'm sorry, I want a baby, but the cons have been so active the past two weeks. They already kidnapped you, Jack, Raf, and Miko to get the keys; what if they know you are pregnant — though we call it sparked — and kidnap you? Keep you until it's time to deliver and keep the baby, who — if they take care of them right — can grow up to be a con?"
He hugs me close to him.
"Smokescreen, I know you and the others will protect us. As it is; I live here, and if I leave the base, it's with you — and occasionally the others."
It'll take time for him to relax and realize I'll be safe. Though I have to wonder if this means he'll be an emotional father? For now, I hope he isn't one to pass out during the delivery.