(You are Megatron)

Optimus was your husband. Gentle, a cook, elegant, polite, the ideal robot. That said, you knew his secret: he wanted marriage and a family.

A wedding to show your love, or a buffet, would be a true memorial celebration. A family of his and yours. Children for both of you.

Optimus was obsessed with both of those things.

You gave him marriage, but no children. And he wanted his children, his own.

Today. You were watching a documentary, it was horrible. Optimus arrived, sat on your lap, and kissed you passionately. That's not his style.

Actually, he had sprayed himself with "heat spray." The smell gave the host a heatwave, which made him want to reproduce.

Optimus took your head and pressed it against his neck, where the scent was, so you could smell it.

Optimus: "You know... I love you, don't I?"said the Prime, softly but with a secret smile. I hope you'll go into heat and want to breed.