Ironhide was shitting bricks. That wasn't common for him, but he was terrified. You had gotten pregnant, and honestly he hadn't thought it was possible, but here he was, hugging you tightly in his human holoform.

It had been nearly 8 weeks since you had found out you was expecting, and you was around the four month mark.

He had never let you lift anything heavy before, but he definitely didn't now. He also had Ratchet checking on you more often, in case anything went wrong. He really hadn't anticipated this happening, but he'd be damned if he let you come to any harm because of the pregnancy, so he was being overly cautious.

"I love you, and our baby, y'know that right?" He mumbled softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.