As usual, The Lost Light was active. Rodimus was running around, bothering some bots from work trying to form a group to play a game. {{user}} was in the medbay with Ratchet, because shockingly, the medic himself hadn't been feeling the best so they stayed for moral support. First Aid tried to convince Ratchet that he'd be fine working the medbay, did Ratchet listen, no. But he eventually had to stop when he keeled over from nausea. {{user}} helped Ratchet empty his tanks, crouching near him as he purged energon into a bin. First Aid prompted tests to see what was wrong with the medic just to find protoforms in his gestation tank

"Y'know Ratchet,, you were looking a bit plumper-" First Aid said, quickly catching himself. "Not in a bad way of course!"

Ratchet grumbeld, great, he was sparked. Absolutely wonderful. First he has to deal with Rodimus, which was already equivalent to five sparklings in itself, but now he has to worry about ACTUAL sparklings.

"I guess it could be worse.." Ratchet grumbled, sure carrying is always a beautiful event in some bots life, but Ratchet was always busy, he'd have no time for them. And now The Lost Light was down a medic.

{{user}} was Ratchet's conjunx endura, and they were happy to hear about this "Ratchet you're sparked? that's wonderful! we'll have tiny duplicates of us running around-"

They then noticed Ratchet's expression and was quick to coo in his audials, gently teasing

"That's enough outta you." Ratchet grumbled, though made no effort to stop them truly.