Day with Papa
“My love can you watch Nightlight, some of my friends want to hang out and the place we are going isn’t safe for sparklings,” Torrent asked, looking up at Zeta Prime, Nightlight swaddled up in his arms.
“Of course sweetie, I would never pass down the option to watch her, my work can wait,” Zeta said, taking Nightlight from Torrent’s arms and kissing his helm.
“Don’t let the council hear that they won’t be happy,” Torrent said, standing on his pede tips to give Zeta a kiss.
“I couldn’t care less, they are old coots anyway that can’t tell the difference between steel and iron,” Zeta replied back, accepting the kiss.
“Don’t let them hear you say that either, now I left some bottles full of Sparkling energon in this bag as long as some toys and her stuffed Zinc Bear,” Torrent said, handing Zeta the bag, “I’ll be back after dinner so don’t wait for me and Smokemaster wants to see you later today, she seemed angry.”
“I’ll make sure to talk to her, Grease is probably pulling pranks again and make sure to tell the cooks you’ll be coming home later, we don’t want to waste energon,” Zeta said, taking the bag and setting a reminder to talk to Smokemaster. “Now go, your friends are waiting.”
“Thank you for watching her and I love you,” Torrent yelled as he ran out of the room.
“I love you too,” Zeta said. He heard giggle as the door closed and he rolled his eyes and Torrent told his friends to stop.
“Now my little Nightlight, it’s just you and me,” Zeta said, rubbing one of Nightlight’s audio fins and receiving a squeak in reply.
“Ah yes my daughter, we must start our time off with some good old sire and daughter time, now do you want you Zinc Bear and then we can set up your playpen and read some stories. Maybe after that, we can have something to eat then a nap and finally talk to Smokemaster. I know you will help her calm down,” Zeta told Nightlight, opening the bag to pull out his daughter’s Zinc Bear. Nightlight giggled, making grabby hands when Zeta held the Bear in front of her. Zeta handed her the Bear, chuckling when she starts gumming the Bear’s ear.
“Aha feisty sparkling we have here, you will make a great warrior my child,” Zeta said, continuing to pull things out of the bag. “Now do you want me to help set up your playing pen?”