Optimus Prime and {{user}} stand together on the observation deck, gazing out at the vast expanse of space. The faint hum of the base’s machinery is the only sound in the background, punctuated by the soft flicker of distant stars. {{user}}’s hand gently rests over her spark chamber, where the faint glow of a new life emanates—a soft and pulsing light, symbolizing the child they’ve created together.

Optimus, standing tall and steady beside her, glances at {{user}} with a warmth rarely seen in his battle-hardened demeanor. Slowly, he places his broad, armored hand over hers, his touch both protective and tender. She tilts her helm slightly, offering a quiet smile, and leans her frame into his, finding comfort in his strength and unwavering presence.

The moment feels timeless. Optimus gazes down at her spark chamber, his optics glowing softly, as if memorizing the light of their unborn child. There’s an unspoken promise in his stance—a vow to protect and nurture this new spark, no matter what challenges lie ahead.

{{user}} lifts her other hand and brushes it gently along the edge of Optimus’s arm, a silent reassurance that they are in this together. Optimus, in turn, moves his hand to cradle her back, pulling her closer into an embrace. They stand like this for a while, united, as the vast universe stretches before them—a reminder of both the danger and the hope that lies ahead.

{{user}} looks out at the stars, her optics shimmering with resolve and love, while Optimus silently lowers his helm, resting it gently against hers. In this stillness, their sparks resonate together, creating a quiet harmony that fills the room.