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Prima felt a twinge in his back, shifting in his seat a little.
‘Settle, settle,’ he thought idly as the meeting droned on, his servo sneaking down to slip around his growing belly. The sparkling inside tapped against fingers, making him hide a smile as he tapped a stylus on his datapad idly.
The meeting had gone on for some time now, two breems last he had checked, making him grimace. The aches in his struts and the stretch of his hips was making him feel…tetchy, so to speak.
At least they were wrapping up, he thought idly, Sentinel taking the last bit of it to go over the minutes from last time. “…and the Quintessons have gotten closer. There’s a few murmurings among the troops, I’ll keep my audials to the ground, as it were.”
Solus, who had been fiddling idly with the tip of his sword at the end of the meeting, nodded abruptly as he stood. “Good. We’re incredibly gifted to have you with us, Sentinel. We are thankful for all you do.”
They all murmured their thanks, Sentinel smiling quickly before the meeting was adjourned and Prima pushed away from the table with a groan, his servo gripping his swollen protoform gently. “Finally,” he groaned, grimacing as the sparkling kicked in reply. “None of that now, sweetspark.”
“Brother!” Zeta appeared, always so exuberant and loud and delightful, a balm to his nerves some solar cycles. “Is my little nephew giving you trouble?”
“You’re so silly, brother,” he replied, sighing as he leaned forward a bit, his joints creaking before he straightened up, servo on his lower back. “I swear, he’s trying to see if he can get me all bent out of shape before he even arrives!”
“Hah! He’ll put you through your paces, you know what Micronus says-“
“The first one’s training for your next three hundred,” they both mimicked, bursting into delighted laughter as the rest of the group started to break away to their normal duties, Sentinel eyeing them for a moment before turning away and heading out in a rush. Their laughter faded a bit as Zeta shook his helm. “Gotta get this one out of the way first, you know.”
“I know, we’re just so excited and-oh, darling, there you are!”
A large purple arm wrapped around his shoulders, the mask of his beloved dipping down and burying itself into his neck. A free servo idly clasped around his protoform where the sparkling kicked once and, feeling that it was his sire, settled down for inevitable nap time. “Oh, why does he always go to sleep when you arrive? He’s been nothing but go go go this whole meeting!”
“Mm. Likes me.”
“Mm, no, I think he likes me better,” Zeta preened, winking playfully at them as Megatronus shot him a flat look while Prima laughed. “I am the best uncle out of us all.”
“Yes yes, you’re both so very funny aren’t you,” Prima rolled their optics, leaning back to tilt their helm and press a kiss to Megatronus’ helm. The larger Prime sank gloriously in the ecstasy that was being near his conjunx, returning the gesture softly as they kept talking. Megatronus was a quiet but sturdy companion, there to lend an audial or just for support, something Prima adored about him. “We should head on out, I haven’t gotten a lot of recharge lately thanks to our little one so I need to lay down.”
“Right then, off you get,” Zeta said, clapping his servos as he backed away, still smiling. “Say, you two ever pick a name for him?”
The two Conjunx looked at each other, love burning between their optics as their servos laced over where their sparkling slept within Prima.
“Yes. We were looking at the stars with Vector not too long ago, and a cluster of them caught my optic. His name is…”
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“Orion. Orion! Wake up!”
Orion snorted awake, bright blue optics cycling as D-16 stood in front of his recharge station, frowning up at him. “Wazzit?”
“We’re late, c’mon.” He clapped a servo on his friend’s shoulder, dragging the groaning mech out into the fray of leaving bots. “What were you dreaming so hard about, anyway? You looked upset.”
“I dunno,” he said, stretching a bit as they collected their mining equipment. “I uh…I think it was-“
Screaming, crying, no not him not him please not him, no no no no NO, please let him be safe-
“Eh, I think it was just a nightmare, can’t remember,” he said, scratching idly at his cheek. “C’mon, don’t wanna be late, mister grumpy plating,” he teased, D-16 sputtering as he raced after him.
“Orion, I am NOT the one who woke up late-!”
And as they laughed together, in the distance, a great warrior’s stars shone ever so brightly against the night sky, unseen by the miners digging below.