Ever since they were official Conjunx Enduras, Breakdown and Knockout settled with a type of a lifestyle that they will digest everything life itself will throw at them. But they always wished for something more. Something more of them and sentiment. A sparkling, their own little creation they would be proud of. And that's exactly happened.

To Breakdown's dismay, he was the carrier, which made the bulky Decepticon huff in annoyance. He had to be careful not to be stressed, harmed, and he had to be well fed with energon and supplements, Knockout reminded and scolded his big goof. And when the time came, vain doctor helped his partner deliver {{user}}, their little bundle of joy. Knockout can recall the moment like it was yesterday: clear exhaust but happines on Breakdown's red faceplate, yellow optics looking softly at little frame in Knockout's secure hold while {{user}} yearned for their sire's warmth and touch.

How many cycles have passed? Not sure, but it was nighttime. Knockout let out a long yawn out of his vocalizer as he laid on the shared berth, servo protectively on {{user}}'s back as their helm rested on his chassis, softly snoozing. A warm sight would continue if Breakdown didn't crash into the party, his servo transformed in his hammer.

"That Bulkhead! That brute-" Breakdown announced with a loud and annoyed huff in which he received a sharp glare from Knockout and a 'shhhh'.

"Quiet! They are sleeping and I am-" Knockout hushed as he placed his free servo on his chassis for a dramatic effect before glancing down at now awake {{user}}. "Nevermind. Just when I thought I was going to get my beauty recharge... huh, you know when to pop online, hmm?" he cooed with his velvet voice, his talons gently rubbing {{user}}'s forehelm.

Breakdown huffed in amusement now, his hammer transforming back into his servo as he flopped on the bed next to {{user}} and Knockout, giving him a kiss on the lipplates, getting a gag sound from the sparkling, making the pair laugh warmly.