-A few Days later-

Prowl sat on his and Jazz's berth with Cytain and Cyria in his arms. They suckled from the feeding lines. Jazz sat close to him on the berth watching Prowl's spark beat.

"Your spark is so beautiful Prowler." The Praxian looked up. Jazz leaned over and kissed his cheek. A bright blush rose onto Prowl's cheeks. Cytain let go of the feeding line and whined. Jazz looked down and picked him up.

"Come here my little mech." The Vosian mech picked up Cytain and rubbed his back. Prowl tucked the feeding line up. Cyria let go of hers. He closed his chest plates and picked her up. She clung to him and whined until he held her against his chest plates. Jaz smiled and scooted closer to Prowl.

"She's so cute Prowler."

"Yes."

"The spitting image of her mother."

"No. I'm not cute."

"Oh yes you are. You're adorable Prowler. Especially when you're flustered." Jazz wrapped an arm around his shoulders and kissed his helm. Prowl blushed.

"Stop it. Shut up." He pushed Jazz's face away and growled slightly.

"You're so cute when you're trying to be mean." Jazz smirked and nuzzled his helm. Prowl's door wings twitched.

"You're embarrassing."

"Good." Cytain giggled.

"Stop taking his side Mister," said Prowl to the little mech as he tickled Cytain's side. He squealed. Cyria giggled and Jazz tickled her. Both sparklings squealed happily.

-Later-

Prowl stood by the twins' recharge cribs and watched them recharge. Cyria laid on her back while Cytain laid on his back. Jazz looked up from finishing his last bit of paperwork and walked over quietly to Prowl and wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his chin on top of Prowl's helm. Prowl squeaked a bit.

"It's just me baby," he whispered to Prowl. The Praxian looked up at him.

"Jazz?" he whispered.

"Yes?"

"Why do you love me when there is so many other mechs and femmes you could have liked?"

"Because ya were special. I knew it from the first time I laid optics on you." Jazz pulled him closer and kissed the side of his helm. Prowl blinked a bit and let him. The taller black and white gently pulled Prowl's chin up and kissed him.

"And I fell in love with you and I have been in love with you ever since." The Praxian finally relaxed a bit and leaned against Jazz.

"And I will always love you."

"You promise Jazz?"

"Yeah. I promise."

-The next day-

Jazz walked in the rec room with Cytain in his arms. Hound was sitting there with Mirage and Illusion was in the floor laying on a stuffed petro rabbit.

"Hey Hound, Raj."

"Hello Jazz," said Mirage. Jazz walked in and sat Cytain in the floor before sitting down in a chair.

"Where is the rest of your crew?"

"Prowl's doing work, again, and he took Cyria with him. I got Cytain." Hound nodded and put his arm around Mirage.

"Cytain is my mech."

"A daddy's boy," said Hound. Jazz nodded.

"Illusion is too. Hound is the only one who can put him to recharge if he wakes up in the middle of the night."

"Prowl makes me take care of them during the night cause I can usually sing them back into recharge."

"You can sing Jazz?"

"Yeah," he smiled. Cytain laid on Illusion and the older blue mech hugged him. Mirage and Hound smiled.

"They're good friends." Illusion held Cytain in his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Yeah they are. It's really cute. I think they're going to continue being good friends well into adulthood," said Mirage.

"I think so too. I wish Cyria was as social as Cytain is."

"She ain't social?"

"No. She's not social at all. Just like her mommy." Mirage chuckled.

"Prowl's not social at all and she takes after him."

"Mirage ain't very social either," said Hound.

"More social than Prowl. Prowl almost literally lives in his office," said Jazz. The three turned to the sparklings in the floor when they made whining noises. Illusion was whining at Mirage for food and Cytain just sat still in Illusion's lap. Mirage picked him up and grabbed a small energon cube from the side. Cytain whined a bit and looked up at Illusion. Jazz pet his helm gently.

"hey it's ok Cytain." The older black and white mech gently picked up the younger and cradled him gently. Mirage looked at Jazz.

"It won't take Illusion long to finish." The blue mech drank the energon quickly and got out of Mirage's lap. Jazz put him down and Cytain curled up next to Illusion. They talked to each other in sparkling talk.

"I wonder what they are talking about."

"Who knows."

-10 years later-

"Prowl are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah. Why are you asking Jazz?"

"You look flushed."

"I'm fine. I feel fine."

"Ok if you say so." Jazz held his arms around Prowl's shoulders as he sat at his desk.

"Hey Prowl?"

"Yes Jazz?" Prowl looked up from his paperwork.

"Do you want more sparklings?" asked Jazz. The Praxian blinked a bit.

"I don't know...I mean we nearly lost Cyria. I wouldn't want to actually loose one."

"We won't though." Jazz put on of his servos over Prowl's abdomen and whispered softly, "We won't because you're a strong mech and we just had a bit of trouble. It doesn't happen all the time."

"I know but..."

"Shhh..." Jazz kissed his helm and held him close.