Before Earth ~RB Oneshot Book~

A&D 2; Continued...

Okay, I'm just gonna write this son of a bitch out, so I can come back ASAP, and Gacha the FUCK out of it.

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Heatwave: Well, I've managed to convince him. So, it's something.

Chase: Don't get ahead of yourself. I'm still hesitant, and not best pleased.

Heatwave: Right... so, here. We're willing to give a good amount until the more personal parts. But, we'll get down to it. Nonetheless, Chase?

Chase: Go right ahead and start, if you really want... *sharp, pointed glaring.*

Heatwave: Well, without further ado, let's begin. I'll set the scene.

It was an average morning, in our apartment. Nothing too special. Among the family, only sweet, sweet, six year old Blades, was unaware of Chase's state.

What I mean by 'state', is, knocked up, of sorts. He wasn't 6 months, semi-unfortunately. Though, I don't think it would've changed much. I'd say he was about... oh...

Chase: I was about 19 weeks along, and into it. So almost 5 months.

Heatwave: Ah, so now you'll say it. But, anyway. Normal morning, with a sleeping, sparked, Chase. And a happily playing, 6 year old son, Blades.

Blades and I were up. I was making breakfast. Him on the floor playing, in the living room. Why? Because, this was amidst the summer-zone, or summer break, as you humans call it.

Chase was still in bed, blissfully asleep. I didn't mind. 1.) He did this on, and off, sleeping in thing, semi-normally. 2.) As stated before, I knew. Sleep is just as necessary for a Cybertronian, to have a child, just as much as it is for a human to.

Chase: Indeed, it very much is. Very important and necessary in the process. Or, so I believe, know, and, hope.

Heatwave: Thank you for re-iterating that. But, along with the story.

It was, I'd say, somewhere around 10:30 in human time. I was doing my thing, because actually, I can cook. Blades was playing with his racecar toys. He wanted to be a racer. "-v-

For a while beforehand he'd got knocked up, he'd been doing training, to hold a firearm, with him, on the job. I didn't really complain. Even though, he was still pretty low, as a highway patrol officer.

This meant he was around them, and had been taking class/training, around others using them. He was quite good at it, and had aced the rules. So he was in the final stages of testing.

That was one of those days. He'd head over in the afternoon, not too long before I went to my work, 'cause, y'know, I'm a firefighter, if you can't already tell.

Chase: Thank you Heatwave. I, along with they, know. Now, I'll begin my part.

I woke up while he was doing his thing, at about, 11 or so in human time. Now, to preface, I, for the longest time, which was right up until he told me while convincing me, thought he didn't know, I was carrying. So, hooray to me.

Heatwave: Chase, I figured it out when I'd started growling about you, for some reason, in an overly protective light. I picked it up not too long after, that you were. I just didn't say. I wanted to let you announce it to us.