Ratchet treats (Y/N), and Bumblebee takes care of her without being an overprotective sparkmate. The couple finds out what they're having. (Y/N) is tired of feeling like a balloon, and the twins are in a hurry to be born, resulting in a lot of pain for (Y/N). Everyone is happy to meet the twins.
Ratchet's P.O.V.
(Y/N) wakes up,still tired. I don't want to scare her, but I have to tell her what happened.
"The babies—."
"Are fine," I assure her, "but I want you staying here for a day or two getting IV fluids."
At least I can have her listen to the heartbeats. Bumblebee hugs her and tries to get her to go back to sleep.
Under June's advice, I keep (Y/N)'s diet simple for the next two days. Jack brings in some soup and broth on his way here from school. I think Bee will panic if I go, thinking I'm going to the hospital for drugs or something. Though I have most drugs, I'd likely need to use them if our human friends get sick.
Bumblebee's P.O.V.
It's two days before Ratchet let's (Y/N) leave the medbay.
"Bumblebee, look," (Y/N) smiles and lifts her shirt. How can a small bump be so wonderful? I lay her on the bed and rub the small bump.
It's a long nine weeks before we have the appointment to know what we're having.
(Y/N)'s morning sickness is much better. I've made sure she's drinking enough water without being a bother to her.
I can't believe how big the bump is.
We asked everyone to come to the main area.
"Ok, it's an unofficial gender reveal party," I explain.
"We are having two boys," (Y/N) announces.
I hug and kiss her as everyone else cheers.
Optimus Prime's P.O.V.
I am happy for Bee and (Y/N). Happy our race will go on even if the kids are hybrids. We will be here to help Bee and (Y/N). I didn't think helping would include being prepared if I need to help Ratchet when (Y/N) is ready to have the babies.
"I'm aware we have at least eighteen weeks to go, but I'd rather prepare now while I have a few days off in case I can't get here when it's time."
Ratchet doesn't argue he can handle the delivery, which if he did, I'd argue I should be there since it's twins coming.
As the weeks go by, (Y/N)'s pregnancy bump grows and it's harder for her to get around. Bumblebee does his best to take care of her and help with the pain. He's thrilled to be a sire, though they'll both have their hands full with twins.
(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I'm trying not to ask Ratchet for a wheelchair, but I'm now thirty-five weeks pregnant and a fucking balloon. I know I need to move around rather than stay in bed. Bumblebee and I picked names for the twins, and he can't wait to meet them. I worry he'll be like those dads that pass out as the baby is being delivered.
I don't know if it's normal to pee this much at nine months or because I'm carrying twins. As I walk back to bed, I feel pain. I am due in a few days; it could be time. I lay in bed and keep track of the pain...
I fell asleep until I feel intense pain. Oh yeah, it's time.
"Bumblebee," I shake him before standing up and feeling pressure, "BUMBLEBEE!" I scream, feeling my water break.
I can't believe how fast he rushed out of bed and out of the room. I sit on the floor, uncertain if my water broke late and I'm ready or not. I fucking feel like I'm ready to push.
Bumblebee rushes in with Optimus and Ratchet. June couldn't make it. Great, three men watching me deliver twins.
"I need to push," I pant.
"Hold on," Ratchet says as he takes my pants and underwear off. Bee and Optimus try to be supportive, "almost there. We should have enough time to get to the medbay and put an epidural in."
"No way I'm getting up."
Ratchet and Prime carry me to the medbay.
Ratchet quickly realizes I can't sit still long enough for him to put an epidural in — at least not in the position I need to be in. Now, this is scary; if the twin ends up stressed and I need a c-section. I worry about the pain.
Sitting on the floor hugging Bee is the only way I can deal with the pain. It's a challenging two hours before I'm ready to push. Ratchet goes ahead and gets ready to deliver the baby on the floor. I try to wait until he tells me to push, but I can't. Bee says nothing and rubs my belly as I push. Ratchet sits on the floor, and I try to follow his coaching, but he's not mad when I can't stop pushing. He only says I need to go slow.
Ratchet tries to help me deal with the pain as the head comes, but wow, does this fucking hurt.
Bumblebee's P.O.V.
I hate how much pain (Y/N) is in, and we have another baby to deliver. I try all I can to be supportive. It's fascinating watching the baby come.
I have been holding her hand, which Ratchet takes and puts on the baby's head.
"Come on, almost there," he says.
Not really, since we have a twin to deliver.
Our first son is born screaming at the top of his lungs. We help (Y/N) get on the bed and nurse the baby until she's ready to deliver the twin, who is doing well.
We don't have to wait long for her to need to push. Arcee takes the baby, as I support (Y/N).
"Come on, almost there," Ratchet encourages as we wait for the head to come.
Twenty minutes pass, and we're a family of four. More like our family grew by two, as I know everyone is going to want to help take care of the babies.
I hold the boys as Ratchet finishes with (Y/N).
"Welcome to team Prime, little ones," Prime smiles.
We wait an hour before letting the others come in. Everyone is happy to meet the babies. It's still hard to believe I married a human, and we now have kids, but I'm glad I married (Y/N).