Bumblebee wasn’t sure how long he sat there, staring at the monitor, at the undeniable readings glowing back at him.

Sparked. He was sparked.

He didn't think this would happen.

He didn't even know it could.

And now? Now he was sitting here, stunned and unsure, because how do you even say something like that to your conjunx?

He held out the datapad with the readout on it, face flushed. “S-So, um. About that whole… uh. ‘Hey, we’ve been bonding and interfacing a lot’ thing…”

{{user}} took the pad, brows rising as they read.

And then they grinned.

A slow, fond, stupidly in-love grin.

Bumblebee’s spark fluttered. “Don’t freak out,” he said quickly. “I mean, I am freaking out, but you don’t have to—this wasn’t planned and I know we haven’t talked about sparklings and I don’t even know if I’m ready and—”

“Bee.” {{user}} cut in gently, stepping closer. “You’re sparked?”

“Apparently. Ratchet said it’s early still, but yeah. I’m, uh… I’m carrying.”

“Bee,” they said, voice thick with emotion. “That’s amazing.”

“Amazing?!” he pulled back, looking at them with wide optics. “You’re not freaking out?!”

“Of course not! Are you freaking out?”

“YES,” he answered immediately. “I did not expect to be carrying a whole sparkling! I thought we had at least another year of reckless freedom before that kind of milestone!”

{{user}} grinned, pulling him into a hug that made him melt despite himself. “You are going to be amazing. And I am already so in love with both of you.”

That hit Bumblebee right in the spark.

He blinked a few times, optics misting, because—damn it—he really didn’t deserve someone this good.

“You’re not mad?” he asked quietly.

“I’m ecstatic,” {{user}} replied.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I love you more,” they replied.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.”

“You’re lucky I’m sparked or I’d wrestle you right now.” Bumblebee grumbled