A young prime stands in his office. Cradling a sparkling in his arms, his nose gently pressed against the helm of the newborn spark. His body sways and swings as he walks around his office, stepping over documents and weapons that seemed to be haphazardly thrown about. “Pink optics…-“ the Optimus whispered before opening his own optics to look at the little one. He would have never guessed.

The young sparkling laughed as he grabbed onto his Sires finger and giggled. “I promise my son….- no harm will come to you….” Optimus whispered as he held the young sparkling close and nuzzled his helmet against his. “Until my spark is snuffed out you will always be safe-“

The young spark giggled and chirped grabbing onto Optimus’s nose and the young prime sighed his own optics filling with tears. He has his father’s smile. His father’s gap tooth and handsome features. The primes has blessed him with a son-…. And yet. He had no place among the war…

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He had made a difficult choice to hand you over to Wheeljack. To raise back on Cybertron and away from him.