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"Jazz, unless someone is dying, this had better be worth my time" Prowl snapped with a soft growl as his mate trotted through his office door with a cheerful grin, smugly flopping into the guest chair and resting his pedes on the desktop that the SIC was currently writing a report on.

"Ratchet said the exact same thing when Wheeljack bothered him in the medbay not two breems ago." Jazz said with a pout, "Are you channelling the Hatchet today, bondmate of mine?"

"Jazz, I'm not in the mood for mind games today," the black and white Praxian grumbled finally looking up from his pile of work to wearily eye his mate that was lounging without a care in the world in his guest chair. "And don't you have work to do?"

"I'm finished," Jazz chirped happily subspacing a cube of the Twin's Homebrewed High Grade and taking a liberal sip. "And I'm home free for the rest of the day. Plus I saw something juicy on my patrol"

"Jazz, if this is about the nudist pool you found last week I really don't want to know the full possibilities of human skinny dipping," Prowl elaborated before his giggling mate could continue, methodically swapping his full report for another one ready for his signature.

"No, but now that you mention it, I could have a look for you..." the black and white saboteur snickered at Prowl's warning glare.

"Don't you dare, just tell me what you found and leave me to get on with my work." The doorwinged mech interrupted sighing as he found another Sideswipe prank related data-pad had wormed its way into his workload.

"Well, I saw Sunny and a resident sparkling of ours locking lip plates when I drove past for afternoon patrol." Jazz said thumping the chair legs back to the ground to bounce giddily in his seat.

As expected, white and black doorwings flared into a sharp 'v' and icy blue optics flared to an almost blinding intensity, "Sunstreaker's doing what to our sparkling?"

"Don't worry, it surprised the slag out of Sunny too when Bluestreak jumped him," Jazz smirked as Prowl relaxed back into his seat.

"Ah, so it was Bluestreak that jumped Sunstreaker? Good," the SIC of the Autobot faction said with a smug air as Jazz stared at him sceptically.

"Prowler…" Jazz frowned as the Praxian went back to his reports, doorwings fluttering suspiciously. "You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

"I don't know what you mean Jazz. Bluestreak is nearly a fully grown mech now. I believe you should… what do the humans say… cut the umbilical cord." Prowl said his usual monotone inflected with a perky note as he scribbled his signature at the end of the report he had scanned through.

The door to Prowl's office suddenly hissed open admitting a pleased looking Bluestreak. "All went according to plan father." the grey gunner chirped as Jazz flicked his gaze between his mate and son.

"Am I missing something?" the saboteur asked intently as his sparkling fluttered his doorwings cheerfully at him, nearly dancing from pede to pede.

"I merely told our sparkling how you kept my attention back on Cybertron during our courting days, jumping me seemed to play a dominant part of your courting method," Prowl said his lip plates curving slyly into a smug smile. "Sunstreaker, as proficient he is at battle, is rather dense in the romantic interest category. Bluestreak came to me to resolve Sunstreaker's obliviousness."

"If I wasn't so impressed I'd be insulted." Jazz pouted as Bluestreak giggled and his mate indulged himself in a chuckle. "But really Blue, going to your Sire for romantic advice?"

"He seemed like the best choice." the sometimes innocent sniper shrugged as Jazz snorted his distaste. "And father was the one to, uh… I believe the term is 'knock you up'?"

At this Prowl actually laughed, startling a passing Huffer, who was immediately on the comm. to Ratchet, screaming that Prowl needed a processor check, because their 'stick-in-the-mud SIC was actually laughing!'

"Very funny offspring of mine," Jazz grumbled as his son giggled "Prowl, apparently, wasn't in a carrying mood at the time of your conception."

"It's true Bluestreak," Prowl nodded casually finishing his last data-pad and slotting it into his outbox tray. "Jazz got broody first; ergo he got the privilege of carrying you."

"You know Prowler, I'm getting broody right now." the Porsche snickered "Blue is leaving the figurative nest after all."

"Jazz. No." Prowl said dryly as Bluestreak looked mortified at the thought. "Optimus nearly blew a gasket when we announced you were carrying Bluestreak, what do you think he'd say if he found out I'd sparked you up again?"

"I'd say I'm shipping you both off to the Decepticon base. Let Megatron deal with a mating pair of bondmates and let's see if he can still fight a war." Optimus rumbled stomping into the room with a set of data-pads under his arm, his SIC and TIC jumping to attention as their first sparked snickered behind him. "Your breeding habits aged me terribly; I'm only nine million years old. I feel like Alpha Trion does after a spa day! And that is still slagging old!"

"My carrying period wasn't that bad OP" Jazz whined as Prowl thought up a good excuse to leave the room before the saboteur and the Autobot Commander could re-enter the age old argument.

"Jazz, you ripped off Ironhide's arm when he, and I quote, 'Looked at you funny'" the Matrix barer snorted picking up Prowl's pile of outbox data-pads. "No. you two have spread your coding around quite enough."

With that the esteemed Leader of the Autobots left the room.

"But I've only had one sparkling!" Jazz cried as Prowl shook his helm, ignored his mate and started to read through a spare data-book, the pair's sparkling snickering as he fled the room to find his new lover. "I wanted four at least!"