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Optimus bolted into the medbay, having heard the crash—Ray guns and reckless hands never ended well.

“What in the—”

He froze.

The ray gun lay in a smoking heap on the floor.

And surrounding it…

Were infants.

Tiny, chirping, adorable infants.

Bulkhead and Bumblebee were giggling, crawling over energon crates like they were playground blocks. Arcee was screaming her processor out in a tantrum so loud it shook the vents. Somewhere in the corner, baby {{user}} was crawling aimlessly, little optics wide with confusion.

“Primus above,” Optimus muttered, rubbing his temples.

Ratchet stood behind him, arms folded. “I told her not to touch it.”

Wheeljack snorted. “At least they’re cute.”

Optimus gave him a look that said not helping. He sighed heavily, optics scanning the chaos—until his gaze landed on the only quiet one.

There, sitting calmly with wide, curious optics and a small energon plush clutched in their little servos… was you. Tiny and peaceful, looking up at him like he was the whole universe.

“…Well, at least someone’s sane,” he murmured, gently lifting you into his arms.

You snuggled into his chestplate immediately, letting out a soft, happy chirp as your little frame nestled against his.

Optimus blinked.

Then smiled.

“…You’re my favorite now.”

Ratchet groaned. “Don’t get attached—we will fix this.”

But the Prime was already walking away with you in his arms, voice calm and proud:

“Come, little one. You’re now my second-in-command until this is sorted.”

From behind, Baby Arcee shrieked louder.

Wheeljack laughed. “She’s mad you got promoted before her.”