Wavering Mind (Tranformers Prime fic)

Chapter 32

Karly's POV:

The rest of the graduation happened in a blur, all that was on my mind was the fact I was engaged.

I was beyond happy.

Which was weird.

Not only did I not ever think I was going to get married, but I also never really had any sort of desire for it.

Unlike most little girls my age wanting to find their knight and shining armor, I was more focused on the stuff around me.

I always wanting to know what made something tick. I studied a range of small simple things that my dad taught me.

But mainly I had a thing for mechanical stuff.

Hence my hobby of experimenting different inventions, which almost always ended in exploding in my face.

Wow who would have ever thought my first working invention ended up teleporting my future fiancé to me.

My real own knight and shining armor….Literally.

Life has such a sense of humor.

Looks like I have a story that will top all the other stories that a grandparent can tell their kids.

That is if I have grandkids, better yet if I even have kids.

Though that would be nice, to have a child with mine and Soundwave's blood flowing through their veins. That dream is probably just that, considering the differences between Soundwave and I If that is the case I wouldn't be too upset if I couldn't have a child, I could just adopt or something.

Wow, Karly nice, you just recently got asked to get married, and you're already thinking about kids.

But you know what? Fuck it, I'm going to think about all of the freaking mini me's and Soundwaves I want!

I hear a sniffle knocking me out of my thoughts.

"My little girl is getting married!" Someone sobs.

And it wasn't my mother…

I suddenly feel a death lock around my body, and a form sobbing on me dramatically, making me groan.

"Dad calm your tits." I drawl sending a look over to Soundwave, whom is looking at the scene in amusement, not bothering to help me.

Asshole.

My mom rolled her eyes from where she stands before prying him off of me.

"I…it seems l..like only yest..yesterday when you were helping me fix the dishwasher." My dad sniffles.

I groan.

I don't do waterworks, its really not my thing, especially when your comforting the person making the waterworks.

I'm not a very comforting person, in my opinion. I can be a little too blunt at times, which is why I try to stay away from comforting.

Luckily my mom is doing it just fine….By slamming her purse into my dad's face.

Nice.

"OUCH! What the hell Claire?!" My dad yelps.

I snicker as the two start to bicker like an old married couple.

I wonder if that's how I will be in several years….Trying to start arguments with Soundwave and what not.

Yeah probably.

I'm going to be an awesome old lady! I'm going to scare kids off my lawn, talk to nonexistent people, and talk about the stuff that wasn't around in 'my day.'