The room was dim, only the faint hum of the mine’s machinery beyond the walls. Orion lay against D-16’s chassis, vents still shaky from what had happened between them. His optics were wide, startled yet glowing with something almost giddy.

“Dee,” he whispered, palm pressed against his own chest. “I… I think you sparked me. Like—really sparked me. Pretty sure I’d know when someone leaves a whole new life inside me.”