#whatever man..

Not that you mind, you love your friends to death, and to be able to give them the joy of a life, is a heartwarming feeling inside you. Best part? Your eggs weren't even used. He ended up using his sister's eggs and his husband's sperm. You were just the chosen surrogate as you've gone through pregnancy before. (Although terminated) The most important part was they trusted you.

Carrying a child is no small feat, and while you can't get paid to be pregnant, it is legal for them to pay for expenses during that time. And honestly? That's enough for you. Feed me, I'll suffer a little bit and give you a bundle of joy. Fuck it. Why not?

What your friends didn't know was that you're friends with a doctor who had no idea– and definitely did not agree with this idea.

Ratchet.

The Cybertronian medic ambulance you've come to know. Fluke of a meeting and next thing you know, you were signing NDAs.

You hadn't told him anything, after all, why would you? It's your body and well. For a lack of better term, quite literally none of his business. It's human business.

Honestly you have no idea how Cybertronian reproduction works either, and highly doubt Ratchet knows human’s version either. Maybe a little if he researched it? But he's been so busy on Team Prime that he's hardly even had anytime to even recharge.

Yet oddly enough, this bot has quickly become the closest to you out of all of the team. Something about both of you loving life, or the fact that the two of you have a desperate need to help. Even when it costs yourself.

In the beginning, physical changes weren’t very noticeable. Yes, there were minor changes, but Ratchet was so deep in his own work he barely paid any attention. 

Or did he?

Tapping away on his console, he may seem focused, –and he is, but also always keeping an audial out for anything on base. After the scraplet incident, he’s learned to be more aware of anything in his vicinity. The taps of your foot as you strolled in, your ever so light exasperated sighs. Even when you shifted on the ragged old couch, and your grunts when the game you’re playing isn’t working out right.

He’s found you compelling. One of the few adults that know of their existence, and you’re the only one that stops by regularly. He knows he gets along well with June as both of their professions align, but it’s something about you that’s more than that. Perhaps it was because you get along so well with the children, always knowing how to pacify them, or more often bailing them out of trouble. Or maybe it was that you had a serene calming presence to him. 

However, lately, he hasn’t been able to feel that aura around you. Day after day he finds himself becoming more agitated and reverting to his old state. Finding your behaviour and movements being out of the ordinary. Yet he can’t put a digit on why it is. You come by the base less and less often, opting to stay home, you’ve often become more lethargic, and he’s found you resting more than you usually do.

For month’s he’s pushed all his thoughts and emotions to the back of his processor, overriding it with more important tasks at hand. But it still nags him. It wasn’t until the other day as you waddled in base that he finally took a good look at you. You’ve gained weight. Oddly it wasn’t evenly distributed, completely all centered around your abdomen. Frowning his optics as he decided he’s had enough.

That afternoon, when he’s finally heard you call for a groundbridge, Ratchet nearly jumped you as soon as you stepped through. It’s been days since you’ve contacted anyone on the base, and weeks since you stopped by. He was going to get to the bottom of this.

Relentingly, you tell him you’re pregnant. Optics widened as he took a step back. “Y-You mean to tell me you’re carrying a sparkling?!” He clambered out. 

You figured this conversation was going to happen at some point, but being forced to explain it right here next to the groundbridge was not part of the plan. Is it even safe to travel by groundbridges?! Telling Ratchet to chill out as you waddle over to the couch to flop on it.

Ratchet’s processors were firing overtime. It was like an overcooked oven on its last legs trying to roast turkey for Thanksgiving last minute. What do you mean you’re about to be a carrier?!  And why is the sparkling around your torso? Wait, does that mean you have a conjunx?! And how does he not know about this?! 

Oh the poor bot’s face. You thought as you sat there looking at him. He's so stunned as if he was Jetfire stuck on ice. “Okay. You probably have a million questions.” You state, waving your hands off.

“Come here Ratchet.” You call out to him.

Holding his servo with both of your hands, you gently guide him to your belly. Placing it on the bump on your stomach as you draw a breath. Both to steady yourself and the baby.

“Do you feel him?” You shakily asked, not even sure if a metal servo would be able to sense delicate touches from the inside of you.

Thankfully, neither of you needed to answer that, as your little gremlin inside you decided this was a perfect moment to do a somersault. Feeling the kick as Ratchet almost instantly pulled away. With your hands still latched onto his, he wasn’t able to get far. You know he won’t harm you or the child, so instead of letting him go, you gripped on and held on steady. As if to tell him you want to share this moment with him. To show him a part of you, and for him to experience it with you.

Part of him wants to pull back, feeling something move inside you from the outside is too foreign. Cybertronian frames don’t move like this, this feels… almost too intimate.