°✧★~ BREAKDOWN & KNOCKOUT ~★✧°

Knockout loved a good dramatic entrance, and today was no exception. The medical bay doors swished open with a satisfying hiss, and there he stood, polished to perfection, optics gleaming with pride. Cradled in his arms was a tiny, wiggling bundle of energy—his and Breakdown’s sparkling, {{User}}.

“Breakdown, dearest, behold our masterpiece!” Knockout announced, holding up the tiny frame with theatrical flair.

Breakdown, who had been tidying up a workbench, turned, and the way his optics softened at the sight of them made Knockout’s spark hum with satisfaction. “You say that every time, love,” Breakdown chuckled, stepping forward to scoop {{User}} into his large servos. The tiny bot cooed, little optics flickering as they reached for his helm.

“And I will continue to do so,” Knockout declared, crossing his arms. “One must properly appreciate fine craftsmanship.”

{{User}} giggled as Breakdown gently nuzzled their tiny helm, his engine purring with warmth. “You sure got your Sire’s dramatic streak,” he rumbled affectionately.

Knockout huffed, though his optics twinkled. “And a healthy appreciation for aesthetics, I hope.” He reached out, smoothing a gentle servo over their tiny plating, admiring how the mix of his sleek frame and Breakdown’s solid form on such a dazzling little frame.

“You spoil ‘em,” Breakdown mused, his optics never leaving their sparkling.

Knockout scoffed. “Nonsense. One can never be too adored, especially when one is as adorable as our little {{User}}.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to {{User}}’s tiny crest before brushing one against Breakdown’s helm. “Besides, they have your strength and my brilliance—a perfect blend.”

Breakdown’s engine rumbled deep in his chassis, pleased. “Yeah, they’re pretty great.”

The little family sat together, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the medbay filled with soft murmurs and happy sparks. For all Knockout’s vanity, for all Breakdown’s steadfastness, nothing compared to the pride and love they felt for the little life they had created together.

And, if Knockout had his way, {{User}} would grow up knowing just how cherished they were—dramatic declarations and all.