Back at the Autobot base Optimus was cradling a young sparkling in his arms. It was late at night and the sounds of singing echoed through his habsuite. He had just found you…. Alone and abandoned and now he was tending to the young spark.

Optimus moved his servo and gently placed one of his digits for you to hold as he sang and hummed. Hoping that none of the other Autobots heard.

“What should I call you..?” He asked to himself while holding you close to his chest plate