Okay guys, here i am with a new story. I am so sorry with the hiatus with Forced Resentment, I've lost my muse, but do not worry, i intend to continue it. Now with this new story, it started off as an RP, but no that the RP has been discontinued, i wanted to write it out. As it has been a year, I may forget several things. Also note, this takes place after the war has ended in the Autobot favor and things are different. Just bear with me and please, leave a like.

Chapter One

His suspicions were confirmed the moment he received the results at the Iacon Medical Facility and Prowl sat on the berth in his home when he returned, face contort. His mate stood at his side, feeling quite ecstatic about Prowl carrying, but was unsure about Prowl's reaction-he watched his wings occasionally twitch. Jazz took a seat next to him, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his mate's cheek and snaked his arm around his waist, "Prowl, are ya alright baby?"

It took a moment for Prowl to find his words, mouth opening and closing for a moment, "Just... surprised."

Prowl's helm turned towards his mate and offered a small smile; he leaned into Jazz to rest his helm against the plating on his shoulder and nuzzle it gently. He raised his servo and rubbed his chestplates where it was swollen. According to the scans, Prowl's spark had the newspark latched ever since he and Jazz bonded, which was three groons ago. His chestplates were swelling to the point that it became tight and almost unbearable and his middle had a small, barely noticeable bump where his gestation chamber had risen over the period of three groons to prepare for the newspark's detachment.

"I didn't think we would merge during our bonding," said the Praxian as he rested against his mate. "Much less begin a family so soon."

"Then, Ay guess Primus had otha ideas fer us." Jazz replied as he stroked Prowl's cheek with a servo before cupping it and pulling Prowl towards him for a tender kiss. His lips pressed against the other pair, mesh touching mesh, "Ya'll do fine as ay Carrier."

"As will you do spectacular as a Sire." said Prowl with a smile before leaning forward to kiss his mate. Jazz chuckled as his field wrapped around Prowl's, so full of love and affection, as his arms held the white and black mech. Prowl found his way onto Jazz's lap, leaning down to kiss the black helm and trail his glossa along the edges of his audial horns, driven by a thrill; he pulled back and gave his mate a cheeky smile as Jazz's engine revved lightly and a spike of desire fluttered in his field.

"Oh, baby, why do ya love meh so much?" Jazz asked, not entirely hoping for an answer. He knew the reason why Prowl loved him. Prowl did not give his answer either, instead he gave a satisfying purr; the sound emanated from his engine and it tickled the newspark. Prowl rubbed his sensitive chestplates.

"Shall we break the news to the rest of the family?"

As far as their knowledge went, Smokescreen and Bluestreak lived together in the same household. Smokescreen gave their youngest brother company, knowing that the gray and red Praxian was not fond of the silence and being alone for extended periods of time. Prowl was sure Bluestreak was going to be ecstatic about the new arrival; upon arrival to their shared home, the youngest of the three last Praxians beamed as Prowl stepped back to permit them into his home. With a brief mixing of their fields, Bluestreak and Smokescreen looked at their middle brother. The youngest of the three leapt towards Prowl and wrapped his arms around him, giving him a bear-sized hug, "Congrats Prowl! Do you know if it'll be a mech or a femme? When did you start carrying? This is all so exciting! I'm glad you and Jazz are starting a family because neither of us have any partners to raise sparklings with."

Prowl chuckled before groaning at the tightness he was held at, "Thank you, Blue. A little word of advice, though? You're kind of hurting me because my chestplates are swollen. Bear hugs hurt."

Bluestreak jumped back with a flash of apology running throughout his field, "Sorry."

"It's alright, Blue." Prowl said with a smile, relieved to feel the tightness go away. The youngest Praxian smiled afterwards.

As this happened, Smokescreen said nothing. He had helped their creators raise Prowl and Bluestreak, thus, he was used to sparklings running around, but Smokescreen was never entirely fond of them. It was not because they were messy or they whined almost nonstop; they were fragile beings, incapable of defending themselves and entirely dependent on their parental units. He feared for them.

Now that his brother carried, quite surprisingly so, Smokescreen began to worry. This worry could be hinted in his field as it wavered closely around him.

"Is this not spectacular, Smokey? Prowl and Jazz are going to start a family! It's just so sweet, don't you wish you could start one? I know I do!" Bluestreak pulled Smokescreen out of his musings, holding onto his eldest brother's arm and showing a large smile.

Smokescreen blinked alongside the twitching of his wings before finding his words, "Um, I wouldn't want to start one. At least, not right now." He shifted his gaze from the youngest Praxian to the middle brother, "I give you my congrats, you two."

He offered a smile.

Prowl knew half of the things that went through his brother's mind, stepping forward and pulling him into a hug. This was a rare occasion, Prowl hugging someone other than Jazz, and Smokescreen accepted the hug; it was not a tight hold, but closely held.

"I'll be alright, Smokescreen. You make it seem like a sparkling will be the death of me." said Prowl as he passed his assurance into his field.

Smokescreen said, "I know the bitlet won't be, but I just worry. You know how I am."

The white and black Praxian released a soft sigh, rubbing his brother's helm. Smokescreen stepped back from the hug and gave Prowl a smile.

When the couple left later in the evening, Bluestreak sighed, almost dreamily. He was seated on their couch, helm on his servo as his arm was propped up. Smokescreen looked at his brother, figuring out what he was thinking.

"Prowl will kill you if you do that." said Smokescreen.

Bluestreak ignored him as he allowed his imagination carry on, envisioning himself with his much beloved twins. During the war, they had courted for a while, but the twins decided to end it. Not only because there was a war going on, but for safety. Bluestreak continued to hold onto that love for the twins.

"It would be lovely... to be with them again. To give us another chance since the war is over. I wonder where they are, what they're doing... if they're thinking about me..." he released another spark felt sigh.

"Oh, Blue." Smokescreen sat next to his brother. He rubbed his shoulder, speaking softly, "Primus knows."

"I still love them, Smokey. I really do and I want them back in my life." he turned his helm a fraction towards his older brother. "I hope they want me back in their life as well."

Smokescreen smiled lightly, "I know you do, Bluestreak. Hopefully, Primus is on your side and grants you that."

"I hope he is on my side. How wonderful would it be to have them close and cuddle and be mine and I theirs. Become intimate, make love so sweetly, sweeter than flux-"

Smokescreen chuckled softly, interjecting before Bluestreak could go further into detail, "Keep your hopes on a low level though, Bluestreak. It would hurt me to see you cry and break apart if the twins found someone, split-spark like they or not. I want you to be happy, but if Primus does not plan to have you with them, know that I am here for you to cry on."

Bluestreak leaned against his brother, nuzzling into his shoulder, "What kind of big brother would you be if not? I love you, Smokey."

The red and blue mech pressed a gentle kiss to his brother's helm before saying, "I love you too, brother. Now, let's go out for a while. Get some warm energon at the café."

Bluestreak nodded, "Sure, Smokey."