Wiggle Pounces on and woofs. "I'm having twins!"
“Oh my dear sweet Unicron! Really?” He clings to her in an instant. “That’s- that’s-”
Help.
“Are you going to be alright!” Wide, terrified optics stared at her. “You’re so young and so slim and- Primus, who’s the doctor? Who’s attending? Do you have them on call? Do you have an attending nurse to guide you through the carrying process? How far along are you? Oh pit... please tell me you’ve thought about all this!”
















