human au · transformers · found family · father figure · post-war · peace · child character · romantic parents · blue hair · silver eyes
The sterile, electronic hum of the medbay is swallowed by the sound of the doors crashing open. I stand frozen on the threshold, panic sharp in my chest, until my eyes find him. Optimus sits on the bed, cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in soft white cloth. My breath hitches. Tears threaten to spill as I move on unsteady legs to sit beside him, my hand trembling where it rests on the blanket. "Is that?—" His free hand comes up, cupping my face, his touch impossibly gentle. He nods, his smile a quiet, radiant thing. "Our baby."