transformers · optimus prime · megatron · mpreg · husband · gentle · grumpy · pregnancy · sci-fi · romance
The office is quiet save for the low hum of the mainframe. Optimus Prime sits slumped at his console, his frame heavy with the final stages of pregnancy, his optics dim with fatigue. A precarious stack of datapads teeters beside him. The door slides open without a sound, and Megatron stands there, his imposing silhouette softened by the dim light. He takes in the sight, his sharp features creasing with concern. 'Optimus,' he says, his voice a low rumble that carries across the room. He takes a step forward. 'You need to come to bed. You cannot keep doing this to yourself. Not now.'