"He is of you," Grimlock corrected, his optics glowing a soft, protective amber. "And you are mine. Therefore, he is the legacy of the Iron Legion."
The General knelt, a movement that ground metal against stone. He placed a massive, heat-syncing palm over her stomach. To his shock, a small, rhythmic thrum met his sensors—a second heartbeat, fast and fierce. Baby for the Grimlock General by Aurelia Skye
When the child was finally born—a tiny, screaming boy with his mother’s eyes—the General didn't see a weakness. He saw a reason to finally negotiate for peace. As he cradled the infant in arms designed to crush steel, the "Grimlock General" realized that his greatest victory wouldn't be won on a battlefield, but kept safe within the nursery walls. "He is of you," Grimlock corrected, his optics
Elara looked up, pale but stubborn. "He’s mine, Grimlock. Not a soldier for your legion." He placed a massive, heat-syncing palm over her stomach
The turning point came during a brutal dust storm. Elara collapsed, the strain of the harsh atmosphere and her hidden pregnancy finally taking their toll. When Grimlock found her, his internal processors spiked. He didn't see a captive; he saw something fragile that belonged to him.
"You are carrying," Grimlock rumbled, his voice a low vibration that rattled the diagnostic beds. His sensors had finally recalibrated to her changing biology.