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Sentinel never knew he could feel love. Much less love for an organic. But here he was. He looked down at the single newborn baby he could see in your grasp and then leaned down for a closer look. He seemed almost disgusted at how it looked. Because he very much was.
"Why is this thing we created so pink and wrinkly? Also, why the cone-shaped head??" He asked bluntly.
"They were just born. Leave them alone you asshole..." You spoke.
"'Them'? You had multiple of these ugly little things?" He asked suddenly.
You proceeded to uncurl yourself from the other two newborn babies. You gasped and groaned at every movement you made. He looked openly shocked and appalled that you would even dare to have three of them. Three screaming, squalling, and ugly children.
"They are only ugly until a few months later. Please, for all things holy, just wait for them." You hiss in annoyance.
"But why are they always crying too? They were just born." He asks.
"Because they are learning how to breathe and make noise." You would huff.
"I expected stronger looking ones. Why are they so small anyways? I thought you would be pregnant for 9 months... Not 7." He deadpans.
Clearly, he didn't understand that normal human babies were no more than 10 pounds at birth. These ones, despite being premature, were more like 5 pounds each. You had to get a c-section due to how unnaturally large and painful they were. You looked up at him with sheer bafflement. Just how large were normal cybertronian infants if 5 pounds was light? Is this legitimate, or was he on something?
"Sentinel? What the HELL does that mean? How big are Cybertronian babies normally?" You spoke in bafflement.
"I believe around 20 to 40 pounds each depending on the build...?" He answers honestly.
"Most people grow to be around 100 to 250 pounds as adult's you ass. I am NOT carrying an adult human in my belly..." You huffed out in fatigue as the three babies finally slept against your significantly frailer form.
"Damn. That weight average for humans is almost as disappointing as their even more disappointing height averages." He snarks back.
"If they are any bigger than Bumblebee, then I will be surprised. Much less if they get to be as big as you... I now have some regrets in asking you to pleasure me. By Primus, Sentinel, please stop complaining." You hissed in annoyance.
"Fine..." He huffs as he rolls his eyes.
You decided to nuzzle into one of his hands as he conveniently loomed over your form. He seemed slightly surprised but then decided to curl his fingers around your form. He then looked down at your postpartum stomach. It was wrapped slightly tightly within a soft gauze. Your belly still seemed to have quite some mass attached to it from birthing 3, 15-pound babies, even with the c-section. The c-section wound was sutured tightly and also wrapped in gauze. He simply decided to leave your belly alone for now.
You fell asleep quite quickly after that. Sentinel placed the three infants into their own cots so you could sleep in your own bed. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but at least he still had a braincell up there. He fell asleep just behind you on the berth he had covered in blankets and pillows just before your birth for. Those blankets and pillows were meant specifically for your comfort right here and right now.
He then found himself inconveniently woken up at around 2 AM to the sounds of shrill chirps and mewls from the babies as they fussed. He seemed annoyed and hissy at the sounds. But he decided to get up despite himself and go over them with curiosity in his eyes. He quickly held them up to see if they smelled bad. They smelled fine as they had been cleaned and had their diapers changed not long before sleeping. He picks up one of the squalling babies as he analyzed them.
You were awake and directly behind him. He quietly stifled a scream as he jumped a little bit at your frazzled yet clearly awake and cranky form. You instinctively breastfed two of the rather large babies as Sentinel was forced to bottle-feed the third. He seemed a bit nervous as he held the baby in one hand and the warm bottle in the other. You rested your eyes as the infants clung to you. Sentinel placed his fed baby back into the cot. He then placed the other two fed babies back into their cots as well.
The small infants consisted of one girl and two boys. The girl was named 'Charlotte' due to how 'fancy' it sounded to Sentinel especially. The boys were named 'Benjamin' and 'Leonard' also due to Sentinel thinking the names were kind of fancy. Sentinel clearly thought that their names would demand respect, although, you didn't have the heart to tell him that they were pretty common names.
Leonard had albinism, which made him as pale as snow. But it also meant that he couldn't see all that well due to the lack of pigment in his eyes. The poor thing always seemed confused and upset whenever he tried to look at something, but couldn't see it due to being albino. You had to let the babies cuddle up to you, otherwise they just would not sleep. Sentinel seemed a bit envious due to you paying more attention to his babies instead of him. He attempted to steal your attention back by hugging your form closer to him. You just pushed him away and went back to sleep.