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There were many difficult things that Rabbit had been forced to deal with in her life. War, death, loss-- grief. It was really a given, with being over one-hundred years old and everyone around you being far more perishable. The lifespan of a human being was but a small bat of an optic for the copper automaton...yet they continued to go on.
Continued to create more tiny humans. Tiny humans that eventually grew up to be big humans, big humans that would explore the world and create new things before eventually shrinking into a (rather wrinkly) old human and dying.
This thought proccess could explain why Rabbit's brow furrowed when Peter Walter V presented her with another tiny human, swaddled in a pale orange blanket with their little head poked out the top.
"What's that?"
Peter V gave her a patient smile. She knew very well what-- or, rather, who-- he was holding. So, instead of answering verbally, he held the little bundle out to her.
Rabbit blinked blearily for a moment before accepting the tiny human. They made a noise-- it was like a meow, almost, but more squeaky. "Is it sick?"
"No, Rabbit," Peter V said with a chuckle. "He's just cooing at you."
"Mooing? L-L-Like a cow?"
"No, cooing. Peter is not a cow."
"Peter, huh?" Rabbit looked down at the babe, put a copper digit in front of his face. Little chubby fingers curled around it, then tugged a little-- the sensation was faint, but Rabbit felt it anyway, and she couldn't help but crack a smile. "I'mma call 'im Petes."
"I expected nothing less," Peter V returned, shaking his head fondly.
"C-C-C-Can I show 'im to Th'Spine an' Th'Jon?" Rabbit asked, looking hopeful.
"We can show them together." Peter V placed a gentle hand on Rabbit's shoulder, walking slowly with her towards the den where he knew the other 'bots were helping to sort laundry. (They'd really stepped up when Annie got into the late stages of her pregnancy.)
"His nose is funny," Rabbit told him, poking said nose.
"He'll grow up to be a handsome young man, funny nose and all," Peter V assured her.
"So nothin' l-l-like you, then?" Rabbit was smirking, unabashedly so.
Peter V elbowed her, careful to not jostle his son too much. "Why do I even keep you around?"
"Because you wuuuuve meeee," Rabbit teased, giggling, the sound like a rattle within her chassis.
"Yes, I do. And him." He leaned over to kiss his son's brow. "I love him very much."
And that's when Rabbit decided...maybe tiny humans aren't so bad.