Chapter 8: Reuniting

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Emma's POV:

When we emerge from the groundbridge, Ultra Malachite stands next to the panel, holding Mithra, who's squealing and pointing at the pretty colors of the groundbridge. Awwww. Goodness that kid is cute.

Optimus stiffens, then smiles when he sees the sparkling, and Ratchet strides over to Malachite.

"Ratchet..." The malachite femme murmurs, her optics clouded with emotion. He pulls her into a hug, which she accepts, and there goes Mithra with giggling again.

"She's just the cutest thing." I say, but It comes out in a T Rex growl.

Ratchet takes Mithra into his arms, and she just cuddles up to him. At this time, Optimus approaches him and rests a servo on his shoulder.

"She's beautiful." The Prime murmurs to him, his own optics shining with emotion.

Malachite leans on Ratchet and whispers something to him, and the medic smiles and whispers back. Optimus just stares down at the sparkling, who's staring straight back at him.

Optimus's POV:

Mithra's optics shine bright as she stares up at me; she has the same kind expression as Malachite. Without thinking, I reach my hand out to her and she wraps her tiny little digits around one of mine. She kicks a little and squeals with delight, and Ratchet laughs.

"Glad she likes you." He says, glancing at me.

Something gently nuzzles my leg, and I see Emma lowering her head and nudging me. I smile and rub her muzzle; over time I have learned she likes it.

Mithra releases my digit and reaches for Emma, who gets close enough for the sparkling to touch her muzzle. Ratchet doesn't seem to be bothered; just smiles as he watches the young one.

"You need rest." Everence states kindly but sternly.

I nod. "Especially you, Ratchet."

The medic silently nods, and before I know it he's placing Mithra in my arms. What?! Uh.... I've never handled a sparkling before, and she giggles and squirms happily. Ratchet turns and heads down the halls, accompanied by Malachite. Arcee leaves too, and I make my way to the medical bay and sit down, gazing at the sparkling.

"Goooooo!" Mithra giggles, and I rest her in my lap with one arm supporting her into a sitting position. She reaches and grabs my other servo and starts fiddling with my digits. She'll be protected; I silently swear.

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