Quantum Physics of the Female Anatomy [Transformers Fanfic]

Twinkling Stars Bearing Down

Judy Witwicky frowned in confusion, looking at all the junk in the box.

“Hey, Spark…what the hell is all this stuff?”

Her husband, Ron Witwicky, frowned as well. “My great grand-dad’s stuff. Dad passed it on to me.”

“…Let’s sell it.”

“Absolutely not! Those are priceless family heirlooms,” but he only seemed half-reticent to her.

She smirked. “So…anything I can do to change your mind?” she winked, making him turn red.

“Judy!”

She rolled her eyes and glanced in again, catching sight of a dusty case for glasses. She took it out and blew off the dust, examining it critically. When she opened it, there was a pair of spindly glasses, complete with badly cracked lens and metal frame slightly bent.

“…Really needs to go,” she deadpanned, picking it up with her forefinger and thumb and holding it up precariously between them.

Ron roughly grabbed it from her, cradling it gently and mock-glaring at her. She huffed at him, though she winced when she felt her hand must’ve gotten a cut, and frowning again as she thought her hand might’ve gotten the cut from the cracks of the glasses as Ron snatched it from her.

“Oh, sorry, sweetheart,” Ron reached out to grab her hand, but she pulled it away with a hiss, inwardly flinching at the welling up of blood.

“No, no. I got it,” she nodded towards the kitchen, where she headed to while Ron took care of the family heirlooms he and Judy was stuck with for the time being. As she put her hand under lukewarm water, she blinked in surprise as she saw that there was no visible cut on her hand like she’d previously seen before she’d rinsed it off.

“Huh…must not have been as bad a cut as I thought.”

“Really? That’s good news,” Ron’s voice interjected and she turned to see him hauling the box of junk out of sight. She inwardly smirked, forming a plan in her head. As soon as he came back, she pounced and dragged him up the stairs without another word, leaving him bewildered before he understood and he grinned lasciviously.

9 months later

“Stupid bastard! This is all your fault!” Judy screamed, throwing her head back violently and hitting the upright hospital bed harshly.

Ron winced as his hand was practically crushed.

“Just a little bit longer, Mrs. Witwicky! Push!” the doctor thankfully interrupted and Judy screamed one last time before the baby slid out.

Ron pumped a hand into the air in success. “Alright! Samuel James Witwicky, welcome to the world!”

The recorder, who was dealing with the name and details of the birth, wrote down the name.

“…It’s a girl, Mr. Witwicky,” the doctor announced hesitantly.