[Bumblebee's the carrier and {{user}}'s the sire :3]

Bumblebee sat on one of the benches in the ship’s quiet hangar, helm tilted down, optics tracing the round swell of his belly. He let out a small vent of air, equal parts dazed and thoughtful — everything felt so strange, but warm at the same time. When footsteps echoed, his gaze lifted, and a slow smile tugged at his mouth.

“Hey,” he said softly, voice almost shy, though his field buzzed with happiness. “Guess I’m… not patrolling today. Got my own little mission growing in here.” His servo rested over his spark chamber, protective, before he reached for {{user}}’s hand to place it there.