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Chapter List
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- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16 (FINALE)
- 13
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The months slowly fell away. Mikaela's belly grew until she swore it needed its own zip code. She exercised as much as her body allowed, keeping her muscles toned to get a head start on losing the baby-weight after Elita's birth. Optimus was great about telling her the real nutritional content of the food in stores--during the last three months she'd been eating a lot healthier and that helped her shed excess pounds.

The best part of it all? She only noticed stretch marks right around her hips. Her stomach never turned into a road map--but she did have a long, dark line running from her belly button to her pubic hair.

"Careful, you're going to knock Earth off its axis," Optimus joked to her once when she had trouble getting up off the couch. He only made jokes after she made fun of her own size in his presence.

She smacked him upside the head. "Yeah, and the tsunami I cause when my water breaks is going to knock your ass over."

Optimus laughed and helped her up. "I'll carry flotation devices. So, feel like rice tonight?"

Long walks along the forest paths also became a commonplace activity. Optimus increased his hologram's range to two hundred yards--the length of two football fields--so they could wander a good distance before his real body played catch-up. Mikaela loved the simplicity of holding his hand while they strolled in and out of the sunlight.

"On Cybertron, there were forests of metal spires built by my ancestors." Optimus told her on one hike.

"Were there plants like this?" Mikaela asked, brushing her fingertips over a low branch.

"No. And no wild animals, either...though I did once build a motherboard that walked on six legs like an insect. It was smart enough to fetch like a canine." He chuckled, giving their arms a light swing. "For the life of me, I can't remember what happened to it."

The idea of Optimus having a pet during his 'childhood' was charming.

By the middle of March, Mikaela got tired of being pregnant. Her hips were loose, causing her to waddle, and she couldn't sleep in any position other than her left side--and that was when she got any sleep at all between trips to the bathroom. Sometimes walking up and down the stairs left her breathless until the baby finally dropped, freeing her diaphragm.

Ratchet scanned her once a day. Her amniotic fluid levels were normal. Elita was full-term, her head was engaged in Mikaela's pelvis and the placenta looked great. Everything became a waiting game.

A long waiting game...

.o

Mikaela woke up on the first of April--her due date according to Ratchet--to tightness in her stomach. She rubbed her hips and paused at a gnawing pain in her back. When she felt three in the space of thirty minutes, she sat up in bed with a frown. Braxton-Hicks contractions never made her back ache, so she walked around. The contractions didn't stop--and Braxton-Hicks always went away when she got mobile. Mikaela excitedly began timing the pains as she waddled through her morning business. One trip to the bathroom made her long for the luxury of Imodium. After that, the ache in her back sped up and became regular at five minutes apart and lasting nearly a minute. She paced, holding her lumbar area and taking slow breaths to stay calm.

Another hour passed. Mikaela was about to walk out onto the balcony and tell Optimus the news...and then the contractions stopped.

"Oh, nice April Fool's joke, Elita." Mikaela touched the dome of her belly. Disappointment made her stomach drop--she'd been planning her day around her labor! "You're going to do this to me all day, aren't you?"

"Mikaela?" Optimus had noticed her at the doorway and came closer to the cabin. "Have you started your labor?"

"No. Elita is playing April Fool's jokes on me." Mikaela made a face. "Could you make me some oatmeal and sausage?"

He blinked, then smiled. "Cravings again?"

She nodded.

"I'll take care of it, then. And you..." Optimus ever-so-gently reached up and touched Mikaela's stomach with his index fingertip, "...don't tease your mother."

It was so cute how he talked to Elita. Mikaela hoped Optimus and Elita would have a close relationship that went past race and bodily make-up.

And so the day continued. Mikaela spent it getting annoyed at her body--she ate an entire package of cherry Fig Newtons in one sitting, her hips ached and Ratchet kept telling her: "Your cervix is at one centimeter, right where it's been since last week. The only major change is that you are fifty percent effaced now, and the head is firmly engaged in your pelvis. I'm detecting an increase in oxytocin, estrogen and prostaglandins. Your labor will begin within the next fort-eight hours if your levels continue at the rate they are rising. Though yours tend to peak and fall, so it's possible you might need another week."

Mikaela groaned and closed her eyes in dismay. She was ready to have the baby! Walking around with sensations like a bowling ball hanging halfway into her vagina didn't exactly feel wonderful.

Optimus was immensely patient. He gave her back massages, hip massages, leg massages and foot massages--and never complained. Not even when she asked him to trim her toenails and then muttered about the annoying click of the clippers.

"Here we go again." Mikaela groaned as another contraction squeezed her spine.

She spent the rest of the afternoon washing throw rugs, scrubbing the upstairs floors and cleaning out the corner Jacuzzi in her bedroom.

By the time Mikaela went to bed that night, she was too tired to care that her body kept faking her out. Now she felt contractions every twenty or so minutes, though they weren't strong or consistent. The sensations had changed, too, as a result of spending all day on her hands and knees. She was feeling the same tightening she felt in her pelvis at the start of her period--not quite painful, but present enough for her to take fleeting notice until sleep caught up.

Mikaela dreamed heavily of symbols and the mysterious, dark figure of Prima. He reached out in her dream and gently touched her belly with his clawed fingertip. She felt him smile.

Her eyes snapped open to the red numbers on the clock bolted to the wall. Five o'clock in the morning. Everything stood still, as if the world held its breath in anticipation for something wonderful. Her Native-American grandmother sometimes said everything stopped to watch the Earth give birth to the Sun. A peaceful time as calm as the stillness before a storm.

Optimus' hologram reclined behind her--he hadn't come online yet. His manifolds were rattling faintly in a mechanical snore, which indicated total relaxation.

Mikaela stretched and got up to use the toilet. Her nether regions were slimy when she wiped, but she thought nothing of it and spent a little more time cleaning off. There was a little blood in the toilet. She noticed the same annoying tightness present when she went to sleep, except now it was incredibly strong and had a twinge in the middle. Gas pains mixed into Braxton-Hicks. It had to be! She took a few gulps from the water bottle she kept by the sink before going back to bed.

Sleep wouldn't find her again.

She laid there for sixty minutes and watched the clock. Another squeeze came at five twenty-eight. Again at five forty-eight.

Damn. Mikaela gave up on sleep. The weather outside looked nice. Chilly, though not enough for a robe. She pulled a sweater on over her gray tank top and ventured onto the deck in just her old socks. The dimness made her purple pajama bottoms look black. Cool spring air wafted sweet smells towards her from the forest.

Mikaela leaned on the railing. The trees east of her were just sparse enough to see the melon-colored horizon growing brighter. A few puffy clouds turned paler until the sun burst over the distant mountains. Mikaela rubbed her stiff lower back. Another tightening made her belly as hard as her forehead. It came on slowly, as if giving her plenty of warning before peaking and falling away. She wrinkled her brow, glancing down at her stomach. Outwardly it didn't look any different. Elita was wriggling like a little bag of worms.

Drinking water hadn't made the Braxton-Hicks stop. Getting up hadn't slowed them down. Even her false labor gave up when she started scrubbing the floors.

Why did she feel so jittery?

When the sun hit her, she felt sudden rush of sugary swelling behind her breastbone. Something she got as a kid the night before truck shows. A feeling that made sleep almost impossible because she might miss something.

It's the real thing. Mikaela breathed out. This has to be the real thing...but how can it be so gentle?

She padded all the way around to where Ratchet was parked by the front door. "Ratchet? Are you awake?"

"I am now," Ratchet rocked on his wheels.

"Could you run a scan?"

"Certainly."

Mikaela instinctively stood still while warmth trailed along her body. She smiled, "I'm in labor, right? For real this time?"

"Your hormone levels are all in the right places and your cervix is one hundred percent effaced and dilated to two point five centimeters. So...yes." Ratchet had a smile in his voice, "You were asleep when your levels peaked, so I'd say everything is well established. Congratulations."

"Thanks." She chuckled. "It doesn't really hurt right now. That's so weird! But I better get back and handle the last minute stuff."

"Let me know if you need assistance."

"Will do."

Mikaela couldn't avoid the giddy excitement welling behind her breastbone. She was going to meet Elita today!

The doorway leading inside was a dark rectangle in the wood. Mikaela closed the door behind her when she entered and peered over at the recharging mech stretched out on the bed.

Optimus looked so peaceful when he slept. Too peaceful to wake just yet. Mikaela flopped to sit on the bed and watched him. He didn't even twitch when her weight jiggled the mattress. Normal moving around wouldn't wake him up, but if she said his name, shook him hard enough or made a certain amount of noise, he'd be awake in a heartbeat. Unlike a human, however, he could go right back to sleep if inadvertently awakened. Something Mikaela often envied.

This particular morning, Optimus was asleep in an amusingly human pose: on his stomach, one arm folded beneath his head and the other lying in the space Mikaela previously occupied. His left leg was bent and his right foot dangled off the foot end of the bed because he was longer than the mattress. He never used a pillow--his cheek rested directly on his forearm. It looked mildly uncomfortable, yet he always assured her he had no problem recharging that way. Robots were weird.

Mikaela stripped her lower half of pajama bottoms and underwear--panties would just get ruined when her water broke anyway--and changed into a pair of loose black shorts. Then she braided her hair so it wouldn't get in her way later.

She crept downstairs to munch on a cereal bar, but discovered she was out. Miffed, she peeled an orange, devoured it and waddled back upstairs. She climbed back onto the bed, bouncing it a few times on purpose, but Optimus didn't even flinch.

Her contractions made her pause when she sat motionless long enough to take notice. They were still only as uncomfortable as a full bladder--annoying, though not quite painful. Knowing they would hurt later on sent lines of trepidation creeping up her spine.

No. Don't worry about it until you have to.

She'd just turned away when Optimus' servos whirred. His pleasant voice broke the silence:

"This isn't a normal hour of operation for you. Is everything all right?"

"Yup." Mikaela piled the garments she'd discarded into a mesh laundry bag and decided she'd do the wash to pass the time. Peeking over her shoulder, she saw Optimus pick his head up to look at her. She went on, "Did my bouncing around wake you up?"

"Ah, no. My rest cycle completed early. Yours, however..."

"I'm kinda in labor right now." She grinned at him. "That makes it hard to sleep, you know."

Optimus blinked at her. He stood up and very gently embraced her. "Are you sure?"

"Oh yeah." Mikaela sucked in a breath. She placed his hand on her belly while it was hard as a rock. "That's a contraction. Now, I want to get the laundry done and go to that little twenty-four hour place between Stater's and that bridal shop. I need more of those apple-cinnamon Nutri-Grain bars. Got the Gatorade, forgot I was out of those."

"I will prepare breakfast for you. You concentrate on what you must do." Optimus said, and brushed his mouth plates against her brow. "Making another human being is hard work."

He said the same thing early in her pregnancy. Hearing it again made everything feel full-circle.

"I better get going before things get intense." Mikaela patted his chest and headed downstairs to the laundry room. She heard Optimus clanking in the kitchen. Moments later, the smell of eggs turned her stomach over in hunger. Or was it a contraction? She didn't know or care!

The laundry seemed to take forever. Mikaela paced around in the stuffy room while making an effort not to check the clock.

Optimus poked his head in, "Breakfast is ready."

"Are there any--"

"--I put a blueberry muffin on the side, yes. It's the last one."

"You're awesome." Mikaela grinned. She waited until the spin cycle before trading the sweaty hot laundry room for the cool, dry kitchen. Nobody could salt scrambled eggs like Optimus. He did it so evenly that she never took a single bite that didn't have perfect flavor.

"Your contractions seem regular at twenty minutes apart." Optimus watched her from the sink.

"How can you tell when I'm having one?"

"You curl your toes."

Mikaela tried to fool him by not curling her toes for the next one.

"Now you're frowning."

"Oh, be quiet!" She flung her napkin at him, laughing. The blueberry muffin was on the verge of getting stale, but it still tasted great. She washed her own dishes.

Optimus moved the laundry to the dryer while she brushed her teeth and shaved her legs. Her hands quivered a bit, making the process take longer than normal. It meant she finished in time to bring a basket of warm, clean-smelling clothes back upstairs.

Stay active. Don't stop and think, don't try to time anything, she kept telling herself. Her contractions were getting closer together, she could tell that much. They still didn't hurt more than an uncomfortable twinge, like an invisible belt wrapping too tightly around her lower pelvis and spine.

Once everything was put away, Optimus' hologram disappeared and Mikaela climbed into the shiny red and blue Peterbilt waiting near the front deck.

Vibrations made the hour-long ride towards the mini-mart suck on so many levels. Mikaela felt every little bump and shift, and they caused her back to hurt!

"Easy on the dips!" She growled.

"I am making every effort not to jar you." Optimus replied calmly.

"Then make this red light hurry up and turn. I've gotta pee."

They finally arrived in the parking lot of the tiny gas station store. The drive only took an hour, yet to her it felt like eons. Mikaela nearly climbed out of Optimus before he'd achieved a complete stop. She practically ran inside, got the bathroom key and relieved her bursting bladder. It didn't help the aching caused by the ride, but it gave her one less thing to worry about. The idea of getting back into Optimus made her take a bit longer in the mini-mart.

Morning was in full swing by then. Warm, golden sunlight beat on the eastern sides of buildings. Heat reflection made the everything seem hot in the sun and chilly in the shade.

Hiding indoors so much made Mikaela's tan fade, so her skin was paler than she'd like. Or did nervous excitement cause her slight pallor? She stood still in the aisle, chewing her thumbnail and staring blankly at the box of Nutri-Grain bars she wanted. Just reading prices became unusually difficult during a contraction. Relaxing wasn't easy when the next bout of tightness made her body tense in anticipation of pain that never quite came.

Okay, that one definitely lasted longer than the last few I just had. I need to get my butt moving before--

"Wow, when are you due?" asked the blonde, perky shop-keeper who barely looked older than sixteen. Her nametag said Anne.

Mikaela eyed the girl over her shoulder, smiling. "In early labor right now, so today."

"Ohhh! Congratulations!"

Glancing back at Anne was like glancing back in time. Mikaela saw herself before Optimus, before Sam. Life had been almost simple then, a line of well-worn routines. She'd grown up before she was ready and never knew the stars would bring her someone wonderful.

Mikaela shook herself out of her own head. She grabbed three boxes of Nutri-Grain bars and leaned on the counter while Anne rang up her purchase. Those little twinges at the peak of her contractions were gradually turning into a stinging ache. Just strong enough to give her pause. She asked for the bathroom key again before reluctantly climbing back into Optimus' cab.

"Okay, they're starting to hurt." She said upon buckling her seat belt. "And it's gonna hurt no matter what you do, so just get me home."

Optimus' air brakes released with a hiss as he backed away from the building. "Shall I put on the radio to take your mind off your discomfort?"

"No. Please, just--" Mikaela grabbed the wheel and wiggled in her seat. Talking during a peak took more effort than before. "--drive, okay? And now you can start timing contractions."

"Twelve minutes apart and forty-seven seconds in duration. That is your current average over the last hour." Optimus eased out of the driveway leading towards the main road. "Perhaps now is the proper time to utilize the breathing exercises we've been practicing."

"Mm." It seemed far too early for that, but Mikaela inhaled slowly through her nose and let it flow out of her mouth. Deep belly breaths meant to relax her pelvis. "I hope--we get back--before they're five--minutes apart."

Breathing helped a little, but made it harder to talk. She almost kicked Optimus' gear stick when he took a dip a little too fast and sent an invisible knife straight up her butt.

"Ugh! Watch the bumps!"

"Sorry. I will warn you from now on."

Optimus held to that promise. He gave Mikaela enough notice to lift her bottom off the seat each time he passed over a bump, dip or pot hole.

It seemed like they were stopping every ten minutes so she could squat and pee on the side of the road. So embarrassing, but she told herself if anybody saw her, it wasn't likely she'd ever see them again.

The vibrations from Optimus' jakes tempted Mikaela to kick his gear stick again. She reigned in her mildly sadistic thoughts by snapping up the plastic bag and gripping the door handle. The second Optimus' air brakes hissed next to the cabin, she climbed out.

"Ratchet, scan me!" She called. A little rudely, but she wasn't in any mood to apologize for her brusqueness. Her yell alerted Ultra Magnus and Ironhide, too, sending them along with Ratchet. She stood surrounded by a forest of legs.

Ratchet knelt and eyed her. Mikaela sensed warmth along her midsection.

"You are three centimeters dilated."

Mikaela's stomach dropped. Her back stung. "Only three?" She told herself not to get discouraged, but to go through a horrible ride both ways and find out all those hours made so little progress...she thought she was much further along than that!

"Didn't you once mention long labors ran in your family?" Ultra Magnus asked, squinting at her belly.

"Have somebody cut your arm off again and spend all night welding only a few inches at a time, and you'd be annoyed too." Mikaela made a face. "Ugh...I'm going inside."

Behind her, she heard Ratchet's voice: "Try not to take it personally. A change in demeanor is normal..."

The clock above the TV set read eight-fifteen.

Mikaela dumped her purchases on the counter and opened the fridge. Those sour grapes looked tasty. She put the whole bag of them in a bowl and turned on the TV. Jerry Springer was on. People were already throwing chairs.

"Now that activity suits your mood," Optimus whispered in her ear, startling her slightly. He'd formed his hologram without a sound.

"Aah!" Mikaela growled at him for scaring her. Then she got over it and went on, "Actually, knocking over mailboxes would feel better than tossing chairs." She ate another grape. The sourness almost burned her tongue.

Optimus rubbed her shoulder by way of apology.

Mikaela got up to put the grapes she didn't eat back into the fridge. Then she reclaimed her position on the couch and fought back the butterflies in her stomach.

"Sorry in advance if I get bitchy. I'm not a nice person when I'm in pain."

He sat beside her and patted her knee. "I won't hold what you say while in pain against you."

Such a small reassurance that put her mind right at ease. Just having him close helped her relax.

They spent the next half hour watching men fight like animals over who had the hottest mistress. Mikaela kept zoning out as her contractions got stronger and closer together. Somehow they went from tightening she barely noticed to a strange, quivering tension she could feel coming on; they weren't quite the same dull pain as menstrual cramps like she'd often heard. The sting would crescendo into a feeling like the healthy burn of an exercising muscle, hold for several heartbeats and gradually "cool" away to nothing. In her head she pictured the pain as a faint star collapsing into a bright ball before dimming and inflating again.

Mikaela didn't recall when she got up to bend over the back of the couch. Doing it felt right. She let her eyes blur and her mind drifted into images of that contracting star. Optimus was beside her, his hand resting lightly on her lower back.

"Phew," she resurfaced from inside her mind, "they're getting stronger."

"I noticed."

Mikaela's attention shifted between the TV and the cushion she pressed her face into whenever her back tightened. She channel surfed between contractions to distract herself. Spongebob Squarepants was on, but Optimus didn't quite understand the humor. She wasn't in the mood for it either, and tried the Science channel. How It's Made was on--a show detailing how everyday items were built.

Ironically, this particular episode detailed the construction of a Peterbilt. It said something about metal beams and the parts being assembled upside down, flipped over and the wheels attached, but Mikaela didn't catch the rest.

"Mikaela," Optimus turned to her, and his eyes twinkled humorously. That gleam in his eye indicated what he said next was meant as a joke, "I hate to say this, but your world is barbaric."

"And yours isn't? You guys--" she forgot what she wanted to say when she leaned instinctively forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. He gently embraced her, his warm metal fists applying counter-pressure against her lower back. Oh, it felt good...even through the pain his touch was amazing and helped her muscles stay loose.

"Shhh," Optimus brushed his cheek against hers. "Easy. Relax."

From there, Mikaela would cling onto him and rest her forehead in the gap between his chest plates during a contraction. The peak of each one came faster and held longer than they were earlier, and they made her dip into herself so often she only noticed the commercials on TV. She couldn't remember anything of How It's Made when it ended a half hour later. In fact, somehow, she missed Optimus turning the TV off and swapping it for gentle, but rhythmic relaxation instrumentals. It sounded like Feng Shui music with chimes and wind, and it contradicted everything going on inside her body. Peaceful calm versus atomic explosions.

"You're doing fine," Optimus whispered after four strong contractions.

"So are you."

He chuckled and his hands moved to her lumbar spine when she went quiet again. "Are you h--"

"Shhh!"

"Sorry."

One thing about Optimus that Mikaela loved--he respected her when she asked him to be quiet and let her focus on her own. She breathed deeply until her body released her.

"Okay. Sorry. What's my average now?" she asked because she couldn't bother with doing the math.

"Seven minutes apart and fifty eight seconds in duration."

They ARE lasting longer.

"This is the point where my mom went to the hospital and lost all control of her birth. Maybe if I can hack this, it'll be vindication."

"Is that what you believe?" Optimus' eyelids clicked when he blinked.

Mikaela nodded and let her forehead rest against one of his windshields. A nagging fear clung to her mind, an anchor that kept her from fully surrendering to her body. Everything she read said not to worry about anything during labor, yet she couldn't help it. What if she couldn't protect Elita from the Decepticons? What if this cabin was discovered and raided in the middle of the night? What if something went wrong and she couldn't push Elita out? What if she couldn't handle the pain? How much worse would it get?

"I'm scared," she whispered.

He began to sway gently, the motion reminding her of the night that brought them together. That would always be a dance to remember because it taught her the only difference between her and Optimus was the make-up of their bodies.

"Why?" Optimus rumbled in her ear. Oh, she loved his voice right then.

"Just...what if I can't do this? What if the Decepticons attack this place? What if--oh shit, here comes another one." And, because her body was rigid with worry, she felt it like a bad cramp all through her back and abdomen. "Ooooh."

"Easy does it. Don't fight your body." His hands massaged circles into her lower back. He kept swaying, not letting her stop and tense completely up, and went on when the contraction ended. "We're all keeping guard outside...a Decepticon can't come within three miles of this place without someone noticing. And you can handle what your body was made to do. You are strong, Mikaela. I know you can do this."

"I won't be able to move if I'm delivering!"

"We will take care of you." He tipped her chin up and made her look into his optics. "Even Starscream would have extreme difficulty reaching you. I promise, Mikaela."

Reassured, Mikaela let her mind go blank. Reality became fluid around her. Existence was nothing more than a serene sway, occasional tightness and warm hands on her spine.

Optimus was so attuned to her that she just guided his hands where she needed them and he'd massage away the tension. Sometimes she wanted to walk. He held her hands, walking backwards and leading her forward. They circled the living room at least fifty times, but she wasn't counting. If her bladder needed emptying, he stayed by the bathroom door to pick up where they left off when she emerged. He led her into the kitchen and she downed half a bottle of water. Contractions came and went, and the gentleness in his eyes helped her stay centered as her labor slowly became more intense.

Her stomach started to rumble seemingly ten minutes after Optimus turned off the TV. It surprised her when she glanced at the clock and saw it was almost noon.

"You should try to eat something." Optimus told her. "You will need the strength. What sounds good to you?"

Food? What was food again? Oh. Something one put in their mouth to make their stomach stop growling.

"Bagel and fruit." Mikaela managed to say. "Am I at five minutes yet?"

Optimus' gentle laugh teased her ear. "You have been for the last hour and a half. You're doing incredibly well."

Mikaela's mind was still clear between contractions. She nodded and hurried to the refrigerator for the jug of grape Gatorade, grabbed the boxes of Nutri-Grain bars and called out, "I should get upstairs and get everything ready. I think I'll stay up there, now, because I don't think I'll make it up if I wait anymore."

He nodded. "Do what you need to. I'll be there in a few minutes."

Her belly button felt too tight as she started up the stairs. That was her body's signal of an oncoming contraction, and they were beginning to seriously sting before their peak. She hurried towards her bedroom and pressed her face against the doorway. The star she imagined in her mind was brightening sooner and collapsing faster, and not dimming until it relaxed.

Optimus entered the room while she grabbed towels from the bathroom linen closet and laid them out across the floor in front of the Jacuzzi. They were dark blue. Two red ones were reserved for drying herself off and wrapping Elita up after her birth. A large Rubbermaid container would hold the afterbirth. The puke bucket from downstairs was just an afterthought. Optimus kindly spread a plastic shower curtain over the bed in case Mikaela got out of the tub to push. She wasn't planning on it, but she wanted to be ready for that anyway.

"You. Sit down and eat." Optimus offered her the bagel and a fruit cup with an amused smile.

"Oh, now you're giving orders?" Mikaela gratefully accepted her lunch.

"If you want me to," he said in that register. It never failed at melting her innards to mush--even now when sex was furthest from her mind.

She sat on the towels with her back against the Jacuzzi and the plate in her lap. The chewy bagel was a salty, buttery contrast to the sweets and sours of the juicy fruit. Melon tasted especially good at the moment. She finished the food in less than five minutes, and washed it down with a swig of Gatorade.

"Is there anything else you need?"

Mikaela shook her head no and got up to use the bathroom. Normally she shut the door if Optimus was in the bedroom while she took a pee. Now, she didn't care. Emptying her bladder was such an amazing relief that she stayed sitting on the toilet when her next contraction began. She felt a strange pop right behind her pubic bone and fluid poured out into the bowl. Far more than she had in her bladder.

"Wow, I think my water broke." Mikaela said when her ability to speak returned. She stood up, wiped and felt more liquid dribble out. It reminded her of the gushes she got during her period, but more watery with a vague, salty-bleach scent. Standing up made warm trickles wind down her legs. The crotch of her black shorts was wet before she even left the bathroom. "Oh, this is gross."

"Ratchet has just informed me that you are--"

"I don't want to know. I'll get upset if it's a shitty low number."

Optimus nodded without pressing the matter. "You have to wait until you are at least five centimeters before entering the water, or else--"

"--it'll slow me down. Yeah, I know, I read it, too! So I'm not at five, yet?"

He kissed her forehead. "No, but you're close."

"Damn."

Mikaela tried not to squirm at the tickling trickles oozing down her legs while she leaned over to start filling the Jacuzzi. She made sure the jets were turned off. Behind her, Optimus moved about opening the boxes of Nutri-Grain bars and arranging them for easy access.

"Could you transfer that music to my I-Pod or something? Hearing it move around bugs me."

"Certainly."

Contractions were easy to handle before her water broke. She thought she had it made.

She was wrong.
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