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"Nervous?" Ravage asked as she slunk into the storage closet that Megatron was using as a hiding spot.
Megatron was wearing an altered version of the Conjunx Ceremony dress he still had, which was thanks to the help of Velocity and Nautica.
The dress had been dyed a purplish black and now had a shorter skirt with some of the butterflies moved to the veil and instead of the bracelets he now had a pair of red and purple gauntlets over his servos.
The reason it had to be altered was because Megatron ended up successfully carrying Minimus's sparkling, as shown by his large "baby bump" as the humans would've called it. The Lost Light crew decided to hold the Conjunx Ceremony when the gray mech was close to giving birth due after a few missions had gone awry but Megatron didn't want the sparkling to come out of wedlock despite Minimus vocalizing his concerns.
"More like frightened out of my goddamn processor… What if I do end up suddenly going into labor at the altar?" Megatron replied.
The beast-former bumped her helm against the mech's leg, something that she would do for Soundwave whenever he was overwhelmed.
"You've led armies into great battles against the Autobots and other species, fought Optimus Prime with your own servos, and, despite Soundwave's protesting, stopped Shockwave from destroying the universe. A Conjunx Ceremony should be the least of your worries. And if you do go into labor, you have plenty of medics to assist," Ravage said in a comforting tone of voice.
Megatron processed Ravage's words and took a couple of deep breaths before leaving the closet.
It turned out Megatron's fear was proven correct.
During the EneRing exchanging stage of the Ceremony, the gray mech felt his water breaking.
With a pained cry, he almost collapsed onto his knee pauldrons if Thunderclash hadn't been there to catch him. Ratchet ordered all the medically-experienced bots to assist with the birthing process and have the others except for Minimus and Rodimus to leave them be.
It took over nine hours, with Megatron almost breaking Minimus's and Rodimus's respective servos he was holding throughout the pain, cursing out all of his former enemies, and even threatening to take the helm of Optimus Prime if he survived, but eventually it ended with the Sparkling finally being pushed out of his valve.
"Oh, thank Primus it's over!" Rodimus cried out with relief in his voice box.
Minimus watched as Ratchet began cleaning the sparkling and saw it having the same shade of green on its protoform that was his. He smiled when he heard the crying begin, signifying that it had just come online.
"Dearest, look… You did it. It survived," Minimus whispered to his junxie.
Megatron opened his optics, even though he didn't know they were closed in the first place, and began to tear up as he spotted the solar panels on its helm that unmistakenly came from him.
"Congratulations, it's a mech! And at a healthy size and weight as well," Velocity almost shouted as she handed the now bundled up sparkling given by Ratchet to the carrier.
Megatron still didn't say a word as he watched the sparkling, his sparkling, wail in his arms.
He created him.
His offspring.
His heir.
His new devotion.
"He's beautiful, isn't he?" Minimus then asked, which seemed to snap Megatron out of his trance.
"He… Has your shape," Megatron replied while slowly putting his left palm over the sparkling's body.
The sparkling seemed to notice as its crying lessened and seemed to be trying to grab his carrier's digits with his tiny servos while opening his red optics.
'Terminus… If only you were here to see him…' Megatron thought with a small smile of his own.
Ratchet looked between the pair and it reminded him of the days before the war when sparklings could be born in a somewhat peaceful era to grow in.
"You got a name for him?" Rodimus suddenly asked.
Megatron and Minimus locked optics for a moment then looked down at their son. Minimus then put his left servo over the sparkling's solar panels which made the sparkling giggle in response and that gave Megatron the idea for a name.
"Hexoxius. That shall be his designation," Megatron declared, feeling overjoyed with his new family.