Blurr and (Y/N) prepare for their child's eighth birthday party. They are surprised with what their child wished for and try to make the wish come true.
Warning: Sexual content

Blurr's P.O.V.
I can't believe my life; a beautiful human wife, a nice home on Earth, and a child who's going to be eight years old. It's been an amazing ten years. We've been talking about having another baby, but we worry about how (C/N) will react. We also have a birthday party to plan. We'll hold off for a while.

The yard at the house is packed with children from (C/N)'s class, their parents, and Autobots — in their holoforms. Add how there's a bounce house taking up a good amount of space. It's a fun four hours before everyone goes home. A good thing about a day like today is (C/N) is tired and doesn't argue with us about going to bed. I didn't think (he/she) would tell me what they wished for. It's a little troubling at eight years old; they understand I need to know to make it happen.

I walk into the bedroom at a good time.
"You're not going to believe this," I start. (Y/N) puts the pajamas she took out of the drawer on top of the dresser, "(C/N) told me they wished for a brother or sister."
"Well, I..uh...was going to try to get you in the mood tonight, but —."
I stop her by kissing her and move to the front of the bed. This turns heated and soon we're taking each other's clothes off. I lay her on the bed and get on top of her. Funny, I see the condoms on her nightstand.
"That's what I was talking about," she smiles.
"We'll save those for another time."

I didn't think (Y/N) would want to have another heated kiss. I wait a few minutes before ending the kiss and moving to her neck as I rub her breasts. I move down until I reach her valve. I love how she didn't think I'd lick her valve. Her moans are lovely, and I keep licking until I'm ready.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

I didn't think he'd go as long as he did. He enjoys teasing by rubbing his spike around for a few minutes before penetrating. He moves slowly, but I'm still moaning. I don't remember the last time we did this.

I wait a few minutes before begging Blurr to go faster. He does as I ask, and we're both moaning. He keeps going for a few minutes. We both want to scream but cover either other's mouths, resulting in muffled screaming before Blurr pulls out and lays next to me. We're both panting and sweating. I'm tempted to suggest shower sex, but we're both tired and go to sleep.
I get what I want the next morning. I have to be pregnant after our fun the past twelve hours.

Three weeks pass, and just like with (C/N), I throw up first thing in the morning. Though this time, Blurr and I are certain I'm pregnant., But we go to Ratchet to confirm.
Blurr is so happy and wants to tell our child, but I suggest waiting until I'm three months pregnant since our child will not understand a miscarriage; I'd rather not take the chance.
"You know what? Let's wait until eighteen weeks; then we can tell (C/N) if they'll have a baby brother or sister," I suggest.
"You do remember you were showing before eighteen weeks?" Ratchet reminds me.
"Well, it'll be winter; I can hide my belly."

Fifteen weeks fly by, and I'm able to hide I'm pregnant. However, it has been a challenge explaining why I keep throwing up.
(C/N) isn't sure why we're going to the medbay at the base.
"Because I need to get something checked," I explain.
I stand by the bed and lift my shirt enough to show my belly.
"What does this mean?" Blurr asks.
(C/N) has seen friends' moms who are pregnant. I love the smile on ( his/ her) face.
We explain we're going to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl before I lay on the bed.

Blurr is an emotional wreck as Ratchet says what we're having and (C/N) smiles and cheers. Now the tricky part is explaining baby isn't coming for another six and a half months. As I said that, I worry about the possibility of telling my child baby is coming early and is sick. Is it just me, or is that normal? I think I'm more worried than with (C/N)'s pregnancy.

We lay on the couch when we get home. (C/N) likes feeling my belly and is do happy. Blurr is still an emotional wreck, crying and hugging us.
Ah, little one, you don't know how much your family loves you. Friends don't even know you're coming yet.