Always With You

3 months later.

"I feel like a blimp!" Jazz complained, scowling at his reflection in the mirror.

Prowl bit his lip to stifle a laugh at his mate's expression. He sat down on the edge of the berth, smiling fondly.

"It's not funny. I'm huge! Who knew Cybertronian metal stretched like this?"

Prowl just smiled more and walked over to stand in front of his mate.

"I'm fat," Jazz pouted.

The Datsun burst out laughing and dropped to his knees. "Babe, you're not fat," he said, gently kissing the Porsche's distended stomach.

"I feel fat. At least the sparkling's due soon. Then I can slim down again."

Prowl suddenly sighed, ears drooping. Which didn't go unnoticed.

"I'm sorry babe. I don't mean to be so whiney. These pregnancy sub-routines are killer."

Prowl shook his head and laid his cheek on Jazz's belly. "It's fine babe. I don't mind," he said, putting his arms up around his mate's waist. His grip trembled.

"Is something the matter babe? You're shaking."

"N-no Jazz, nothing's wrong," Prowl said, tightly closing his optics.

"You're lying. What is it? What's wrong honey?"

Prowl looked up at his mate, trying to smile. "Would you think any less of me if I told you?"

"Of course not. I love you. What could be so horrible you'd think that?"

"Your mate is scared babe. Frightened like a little sparkling," Prowl said quietly, holding Jazz closer. "Heh, I don't feel like much of a mech right now."

"Aw honey," Jazz murmured, putting his arms around his mate's shoulder's to comfort him. "It's ok."

"I'm not supposed to get scared, I... How can I expect you to think everything's fine when I'm trembling?"

Jazz frowned and smacked Prowl on the back of his head. "You're an idiot," he scolded. "Everyone gets scared sometimes. What makes you think you're so special? I know I'm scared, wondering how we're going to raise a sparkling in the middle of a war. But I know I can get through it because I have you."

Prowl smiled sheepishly and held the Porsche even closer, rubbing the back of his helmet where Jazz struck him. "It seems we were both scared of the same thing babe."

"It'll be alright. We have each other and- Ow!" Jazz broke off with a small cry.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Prowl gasped.

"Ow! I think... I think the sparkling's coming."

Prowl quickly stood up and stared at Jazz in shock. "N-now?"

Jazz clutched his stomach, slightly bent over. "Now..."

Very carefully, the Datsun lifted his mate bridal-style and rushed down the hall. "Ratchet!"

Jazz groaned in pain as they ran to the med-bay. The tiny protoform growing below his spark chamber was now fully functional and his port was preparing itself for the birth, stretching out to make room. There was a slight burning sensation as the tiny spark detached itself from Jazz's own and settled into the spark chamber of the protoform.

"AAH!!" a voice screamed out.

They reached the med-bay quickly, Prowl's ears flat with worry, wondering who had screamed. Entering, the first thing the pair saw was the large form of Optimus, a worried look in his optics. His face-mask was retracted and he was gnawing on his knuckles absently.

"Why the slag are you two in here? Can't you see I'm busy?" Ratchet yelled, gesturing to Wheeljack lying on a med-berth.

"Uh, well... because- um..." Prowl stammered.

Prime glanced up from Wheeljack over to Jazz and Prowl, and his optics widened. "Ratchet, I believe Jazz is going to need your attention soon."

"Of course he does," Ratchet sighed. "Why would anything be easy for me?"

Prowl's ears drooped in worry and he held his mate close, purring softly to help keep them both calm and relaxed.

"S-sorry Doc," Jazz said, managing a shaky grin.

"Just put him on a berth and I'll get to him when I get to him."

The Datsun gently set Jazz onto an empty berth and nuzzled his neck lovingly. "You seem to be handling this better than me," he whispered.

"Heh, if you say so..."

Prowl smiled as he glided his fingertips over Jazz's ears. "I love you so much."

"Aaah! %#$$!!" Wheeljack swore.

"Hold still!" Ratchet snapped.

"Easy Wheeljack," Prime said soothingly, holding his mate's servo.

"And... here comes the first one," Ratchet said, catching a wailing sparkling as it pushed itself out of Wheeljack's stretched port.

Prime beamed at the sparkling as Ratchet wiped it off and placed it in a specially-shaped berth. He then bent down to kiss his mate's cheek. "One more love. You're doing great."

"Ok Wheeljack. Push!"

Optimus held the inventor's hand tightly, passing feelings of love through their bond. "Push Wheeljack. Almost done, you can do it."

"AAAH!"

"Waah!"

"Congratulations. Two healthy little mechs."

Prime smiled joyfully as he picked up his sons, their cries quieting as they recognized their father's spark. "Wheeljack... look..."

"They're beautiful..." Wheeljack panted, taking one and holding him close.

"Beautiful like you," Optimus whispered, kissing his mate tenderly.

Ratchet smiled at the spark-warming sight before turning to check on Jazz.

Prowl's tail flicked nervously as the ambulance-neko gave his mate an once-over. "Alright babe... your turn."

"About time. It really hurts," the Porsche whimpered.

"Take deep breaths," Ratchet advised. "It'll be all r-"

Prowl looked up sharply when the medic broke off. "What's wrong?"

"The sparkling's not coming out." The red and white ambulance looked worried. "I'll have to do a C-section."

"W-what? I-is the sparkling gonna be ok?" Jazz asked, trying not to panic.

Prowl's ears drooped in worry and he gripped his mate's servo. "Ratchet, what's wrong?"

"Jazz, I'm going to have to put you under for a few minutes." Ratchet gathered a few tools, then used an EMP generator to knock Jazz unconscious.

"Ratchet, please tell me what's wrong with Jazz," Prowl pleaded.

"Quiet! I need to concentrate," Ratchet snapped, opening Jazz's chest and stomach armor.

Prowl's ears pressed completely flat in anger and fear. He grumbled slightly, still clenching Jazz's hand.

"Ah! Here's the problem!" Ratchet exclaimed. He took one of the medical tools and made a few adjustments, then lifted out a screaming sparkling. "Got tangled up in the energon cord. Luckily, it didn't wrap around the little one's neck."

Prowl sighed in tangible relief and reached out his hands for the sparkling.

"Here you go. One very lucky little femme," Ratchet said. He handed her to Prowl, then turned to wake up Jazz.

"Huh? Wha' 'appened?" Jazz asked groggily.

Prowl smiled broadly and leaned down to his mate. "Look babe..."

Jazz's optics widened behind his visor. "My god. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Just like you babe."

"Congratulations you two," Wheeljack said from the other berth. "I'm glad your sparkling's not hurt."

"So am I," Jazz agreed. "You know, we still need to name 'em."

"I've got an idea for ours," Prowl said.

"What is it honey?"

"Lunar. Because she's as beautiful as moonlight."

"That sounds perfect. Hello Lunar," Jazz said, taking the sparkling. Lunar chirped and cooed, instinctively recognizing her mother.

"I like the name SwiftBlast," Wheeljack suggested.

"I like it," Prime said. "And how about Nova for the other?"

"That's a great name."

"Good," Ratchet said. "Now that everything's settled... get out of my med-bay!"

Prowl flicked his tail at Ratchet. "Ok ok."

Jazz chuckled and stood up, carefully holding Lunar in his arms. "Well, let's go get our little girl settled in."

Prowl put an arm around his mate's waist, nuzzling his cheek as they walked back to the room. "Feeling ok babe?"

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Waah!"

"Looks like our daughter's hungry."

"Yeah, looks like it," Prowl chuckled, ears perking up.

They entered the room and Jazz started rooting around one-handed in the cabinet. "Where's that special sparkling-approved energon we stocked up on? I can't seem to find it."

The Datsun walked over and found the energon. "Here you go babe."

"Thanks honey," Jazz said, taking the bottle and feeding Lunar.

"You're welcome love."

Prowl grinned and hugged his mate from behind, resting his chin on Jazz's shoulder and lightly stroked his ear. He gazed down at Lunar, green optics looking back adoringly.

"Chirp!"

"Would you look at that," Jazz smiled. "She knows her daddy."

"Hey sweetie," Prowl said, lowering a hand and gently touching his daughter's nose.

Lunar chirped and giggled at the light touch, chewing on the end of the bottle.

"Adorable," Jazz murmured.

"By the way babe, happy Mother's Day," Prowl purred, kissing his mate's cheek.

"Mother's Day? What's that?"

"It's a human holiday. A day where mothers are, I guess you could say, celebrated. According to the human calendar, it's today."

"Really? That's a nice sentiment."

"So for the rest of the day babe... I'm at your service," Prowl grinned.

"You are so sweet," Jazz said, kissing Prowl on the nose. "A cube of high-grade would be nice."

"Alright love, be right back," the Datsun said as he left the room, heading for the energon storage.

Jazz smiled and finished feeding Lunar, wiping drops of energon from the corner of her mouth. "Ok lil lady. Time for you to go to sleep," he said, placing her in the crib they had installed.

Prowl returned to the room, holding a pair of energon cubes. "Thirsty babe?"

"Thank you darling," Jazz chuckled, taking a cube and sitting on the edge of the berth.

Prowl sat down next to him with his own cube. With his free hand, he started to slowly rub Jazz's shoulder. "Still tired love?"

"A little," the Porsche admitted, sipping the high-grade. "That feels nice."

Prowl smiled and curled his tail around his mate's, still rubbing his shoulder. "Glad I can be of service."

Jazz shifted his grip on the energon cube and laid out on his stomach. "I don't suppose you'd give me a massage?"

"I'd be happy to babe," Prowl grinned, setting down his cube. He leaned over Jazz and started to massage his shoulders, working down to his back and up again.

"That feels so good. Rub my neck please."

The Datsun worked his servos up to Jazz's neck where he rubbed tenderly, smoothing out the tense cables.

"You've got great servos babe," Jazz purred.

Prowl chuckled and lowered his lips to Jazz's ear, nipping it softly while still rubbing his mate's neck.

"Mm. Nice..."

"Glad you like it."

Jazz finished off his cube and rolled onto his back. "My stomach could use a massage too."

Prowl laughed and gently caressed the Porsche's stomach, leaning down to kiss his lips. Jazz loosely wrapped his arms around his mate's shoulders, kissing back passionately. His tail lashed back and forth with desire and anticipation. Prowl smirked against his mate's lips as he continued to rub his stomach, slowly moving his hands to Jazz's sides.

"I missed this," Jazz moaned.

"Me too babe. Me too," Prowl grinned, sliding an arm under Jazz's waist to pull him up closer.

"Three months without interfacing is hell," Jazz stated, intertwining their tails together.

"Oh primus babe, you're telling me!" Prowl laughed. "Imagine how the poor humans must feel, having to wait 9 months."

Jazz shuddered. "I'd go insane if we had to wait that long."

"Just to be nice, I won't make you beg today," Prowl smirked, nipping his mate's ear.

"Thanks. I don't have the energy for it today."

Jazz slide back his interface cover and wriggled slightly, hooking his legs around his mate's hips. Prowl nuzzled Jazz and opened his own cover, moaning as he pushed inside the wet port, every thrust slow and tender.

"I love you," Jazz murmured, kissing the Datsun sweetly.

Prowl stroked the Porsche's ears as he kissed him back. "I love you too babe."

Jazz reached out and lovingly caressed a door-wing, ghosting his fingertips over the sensitive metal. Prowl shuddered and moaned, every sensor in the door-wing lighting up.

"Oh Jazzy..."

"Prowler..." Jazz groaned as he overloaded.

"Unh... Jazz!"

Prowl growled lustfully as his thrusts became rougher. He was on the verge of overload, but it stayed frustratingly out of reach. Sensing how tense his mate was becoming, Jazz pushed himself up and kissed a door-wing, gliding his glossa along a seam. Prowl moaned loudly, throwing his head back.

"Overload for me darling," Jazz whispered seductively, biting the edge of the door-wing gently.

Prowl grit his dentals as he shuddered and finally overloaded, cooling fans whirling rapidly. "J-Jazz..." he groaned.

"Heh. That felt good, what do you think?"

Prowl grinned and flopped over onto his back, pulling his mate with him so that Jazz was straddling his stomach. "It felt wonderful babe."

"My beautiful mate," Jazz purred.

Prowl smiled softly at his bondmate. "I love you so much babe," he murmured, leaning up to gently kiss Jazz's lips.

"Oh Prowler..."

The Datsun smiled wider and cupped Jazz's cheek in one hand. Jazz purred and snuggled deep into his embrace.

"I love you so much," Prowl repeated, ears drooping from exhaustion. "I really do."

"And I love you," Jazz replied. "You and Lunar are more important to me than anything else in the world."

"I'd give my life for you babe," Prowl whispered, nuzzling his mate's neck.

Jazz froze, lazy smile disappearing. "Don't. Don't ever do that."

"I'd have to babe. I can't let anything happen to you. I'd be so lost without you."

"No. If you ever..." Jazz started to shake. "If you ever do that, I'd never forgive you."

Prowl hugged Jazz tightly. "What would you have me do then? I can't just let something happen to you Jazz."

"You gotta promise me," the Porsche said firmly. "You gotta promise not to die. If you die I'll… You gotta promise that you won't die."

"Babe, please... you must understand..." Prowl sighed heavily, holding his mate closer.

"NO!! You gotta understand!" Jazz yelled, shaking violently. "If you die, I won't be able to go on. You gotta live, so we can stay together!"

Prowl stared at Jazz in shock, not understanding where this was coming from. He had never seen Jazz so agitated before. Even the tantrums from mood-swings during his pregnancy hadn't been like this. After a moment, Prowl reached up and kissed his mate deeply, holding him tight.

"All right babe... I promise..."

Jazz started to cry, energon tears leaking out from his visor. "Prowler..."

Prowl gasped and his ears fell back sadly. "Babe... babe, please don't cry," he whispered, trying to comfort his mate with a soft purr.

"Honey... I..." Jazz sobbed.

Prowl wiped at his mate's tears. "What is it love?" he mumbled, ears pressed flat. He couldn't help but feel responsible for Jazz's tears, and it hurt his spark.

"There's... there's something I should tell you," Jazz said, sniffing. "I was bonded once before. His name was Jetstream. One day, there..."

"Take your time babe," Prowl murmured, ears perked a bit in curiosity as he held his mate closer.

"I was sent on an undercover mission," Jazz said, taking a few deep breaths. "But I got found out. A team was sent to fetch me and the info I had. Jetstream came with them. There was a fight and..."

"Jazz..." Prowl whispered softly, intertwining their tails.

"One of the Cons was about to blast me, but Jetstream swooped in and took the hit. He didn't make it." Jazz started to cry again.

"Babe... stop... you don't' have to tell me anymore. Primus, I'm sorry for bringing back such sad memories," Prowl whispered sadly. "Nothing will happen to me, I swear. I'll always be here for you... I swear..."

"Prowl... never leave me," Jazz sobbed quietly.

Prowl held Jazz tighter and kissed his cheek. "Babe, Primus himself couldn't take me from you."

"You sound just like him," Jazz laughed sadly. "Just like my Jetstream. No wonder I love you so much."

"I'm so sorry babe," Prowl said, ears pressed back.

"It's ok. I'll be all right," Jazz said, managing a small smile and snuggling close. "My darling Prowler. As long as I'm with you, I'll be just fine."

The Datsun purred comfortingly. "I'll never leave you."

"You'd better not," Jazz muttered, leaning over to kiss his mate.

"I won't babe," Prowl assured, kissing back gently.

Jazz smiled happily at that, then sighed from exhaustion. "Good-night darling."

"Night babe," Prowl replied, sighing himself as Jazz dropped into recharge.