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Optimus's leg trembles as he sits on the toilet. His hands tremble too, holding his pregnancy test. For months and months, the two of you have been trying to conceive without success. Ratchet admitted that the Prime had an ovulation problem, and you administered medication and injections to ensure that Optimus ovulated frequently and his libido was high.

Optimus lifts the test and looks at the results. His eyes widen, and he stands up. His whole body trembles, and tears well up: he is carrying a child. The Prime leaves the bathroom and joins his husband, you, to tell him that they are going to have a child.

During the seven months, the Prime's pregnancy was monitored very closely. The baby was developing very well and holding on. The fetus even proved very strong and resilient. Optimus often demanded your attention, asking for kisses and cuddles. The mother also wanted to be intimate, almost every night. That's not all, the carrier wore your clothes, loose, more comfortable for the pregnant woman, and also wanted to smell you (because you were working) but also have your hand against his vent, protecting him and your baby.

You were on the couch watching TV, you weren't sleepy even after a busy day of work. The sun was still there, but starting to set. You drank your usual beer and ate your cashews.

"Yauwa..."Optimus called you from the top of the stairs, in your room. You heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. Your husband joined you in the living room, rubbing his eyes. Optimus was wearing one of your sweaters, he sat on the couch and cuddled up to you. His head on your neck, he took your hand and placed it on his stomach, making you feel the child. "Soyayyata...why aren't you in bed?" The Prime rubbed his cheek against your neck, and he rubbed your hand on his stomach