Transformers Book of One-Shots Book 2 ✔

TF3 | Jolt X Human Femme Reader Pt 2: OverProtective

Pt. 2 of @Ravage4's request

Jolt and (Y/N) are now married and have decided to have a baby. They keep trying until they succeed. Jolt is overprotective and controlling towards (Y/N) but fails to prevent an emergency that terrifies them.

Jolt's P.O.V.
After a year of dating (Y/N), I knew I wanted to be sparkmates with her. We asked Lennox to allow a wedding to happen at the base on Valentine's day. Everyone was invited, and I think everyone came. How life was before the war is a blur. I don't remember if we had weddings like this on Cybertron.

I know my damn heat cycle is starting to cause pain as I dance with my wife. I knew this would happen, but I wanted this to happen. We've been talking about having a baby but not seriously thinking, 'let's try now,' but I can tell (Y/N) wants to start a family. I packed condoms in case she doesn't want to try to get pregnant now.

It's a long day of travel the next morning. I'm trying to hide the pain I'm in and my ready spike. I have a plan to hopefully get (Y/N) in the mood.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I didn't think Jolt would carry me to our room.
He sits on the bed with me on his lap and kisses me. I think I know what he's hoping for as his hands go under my shirt.
I wasn't expecting him to be ready, and seeing his face turn red is funny. I've heard about the transformers' heat cycle, and I think that's what he's dealing with.
"Are we...?" He shyly asks.
"Trying to get pregnant? If you think we're ready for a baby," I smile.
Either way, this was a fun time.

We know once won't be enough, and we are having fun three times a week to not burn ourselves out. Maybe it won't be enough, but every day is extreme, especially with our schedules during cold and flu season. 

I've done my best to avoid getting sick, but I woke up feeling a little sick today. I know I have a cold, but I took a pregnancy test. Though it's April first, I'm hoping Jolt doesn't think I'm playing a joke if this is a positive pregnancy test.

Jolt does question if I'm playing a joke. I am happy Jolt wants to go down to the medbay.

He does the blood test to confirm we're having a baby, and the ultrasound confirms we're only four weeks along. Too early to hear the heartbeat. Jolt smiles at the tiny bump I have. Ratchet walks in, wondering what's going on. He's happy to hear the news and the potential due date before Jolt and I return to our room.

Jolt's P.O.V.
I'm happy we're having a baby, but I worry about (Y/N) being sick. It's nothing for now, but I worry she'll get worse. 
I watch her sleep, thinking about how to keep her safe and how pregnancy could affect her asthma, especially with a large belly. I know Ratchet won't cut her hours.

(Y/N) is back to work once she's over her cold, but first-trimester fatigue is draining her. Ratchet has her working part-time until the second trimester. I pissed her off, trying to argue this should be her schedule until she could take maternity leave.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
The first trimester is finally over, and we'll be able to see what we're having. I watch Jolt argue with Ratchet about doing the ultrasound, and Ratchet argues that Jolt is supposed to be the patient's Sparkmate, not the doctor, at this time. Ratchet gives up and walks away. I lie on the bed, saying nothing as Jolt looks at our baby.
"It's a mech," he smiles.
We still aren't tired of hearing the baby's heartbeat.
Even though I'm not dealing with fatigue, Jolt makes me take a nap twice a day. At this point, I can't even work. I hear Jolt and Ratchet argue daily about Jolt being more controlling than caring, and there's nothing I can do.

Everything is fine for the next six weeks, but It's getting harder to ignore how controlling Jolt is. It's a quiet day until Lennox rushed in, telling us Barricade and Starscream are attacking the base. Jolt, Ratchet, and I prepare the best we can for anything. It's ten in the morning and will be a long day.

Three in the afternoon, and I have no idea how many patients later; the rush has passed. While Ratchet and Jolt finish checking on the few ICU patients, I head to the cafeteria.

Optimus Prime's P.O.V.
I watch (Y/N) walk down the hall, looking tired. She doesn't make it far before needing to sit on a chair left in the hallway.
"Are you ok?" I ask her.
"I'm fine, just tired," she smiles before passing out.
I keep her from falling on the floor.
"You, get help now!" I yell at a soldier walking by.

"You fragging hurt her?!" Jolt rages as I lay (Y/N) on the floor.
"You don't even know what happened yet," Ratchet yells, "this could be a severe asthma attack —."
"Enough! She needs help, not arguing!" I yell, "she looked exhausted as I watched her walk down the hall. Stopping to sit on this chair."
Jolt carries (Y/N) To the medbay. I follow the two medics, hoping it's not bad news.

I watch Ratchet put (Y/N) on a monitor to check her vitals, and Jolt become anxious watching Ratchet put the fetal monitor on (Y/N)'s belly. Struggling to get a good position for the heartbeat to be detected
"Take this as a sign the baby is fine," Ratchet comments before finally getting a good position.

Jolt's P.O.V.
Optimus and Ratchet leave the room to allow me to check (Y/N). I see weak contractions. Oh scrap., I hope this is false labor that stops before (Y/N) wakes up. She will not relax if the contractions continue until she fully recovers from dehydration.
No other signs are showing we're going to have a premature delivery.
"Jolt?" (Y/N) weakly says.
I hug and kiss her, "I'm never neglecting you or our sparkling again."
"Jolt, I-I, it's too early —."
"Calm down," I look at the fetal monitor, noticing the contractions are irregular, "no, I think everything is fine," I put my hand on her belly, "stay in there a little longer. Like three more months."
The baby kicks my hand. I decide to keep (Y/N) in the medbay until tomorrow.
Optimus tells me he's noticed I've been overprotective of (Y/N) and need to relax. Though after today, that's going to be hard.

Three months pass before we're back in the medbay monitoring contractions. It's a hard twelve hours before I'm delivering our sparkling. Even as I hold him, I can't believe (Y/N), and I are parents. We decided he'll have a cybertronian name and Earth name.
"Thunder Bolt is a healthy six pounds," I tell (Y/N).
"I think his Earth name should be (name)," (Y/N) tells me.
"I love that name and my family."
I kiss (Y/N) as she feeds our baby. It's going to be quiet here until (Y/N) recovers. U wonder if Ratchet will let us have Thunder Bolt stay in my office so (Y/N) can get back to work? I don't see her quitting working here. This will be interesting, but for now, we both will enjoy being parents.