Sparkmate. That's what you was to Ironhide. At first he hated it, due to you being a human, and he hadn't expected it, especially considering he was a transformer, a giant 22' tall robot. He tried to push you away, not wanting to hurt you, but you had been insistent of not letting yourself be pushed away. You two were bound for life, something he didn't want at first, nor did he expect it.

He kept trying to push you away, purely because having ties to an Autobot, automatically made you a target for Decepticons, but soon enough he learned it was better to keep you by his side.

Soon enough you grew on him, your feisty, and slightly annoying attitude, and he was sure he wasn't ever going to let you go ever.

The wars Decepticons had caused over the span of five years were now over, and you both survived the shit show it had been. You both still frequently kept in contact with the other Autobots, but no longer lived on base. Instead you both lived in an apartment that wasn't far from the base, that way you had privacy, but Ironhide was also close enough if they needed him.

Currently he was in his human holoform, sat on the couch with you curled up into his side, a small content rumble escaping his lips as he held you. To him you was everything, and complete perfection.