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It was certainly the most tender touch Wheeljack ever had the pleasure of receiving; the delicate and gentle touch of tiny servos against his scarred faceplate.
The tiny sparkling Wheeljack held close to his chest was making strange expressions as his small fingers curiously rubbed against each of his sire's scars. The strange feeling of scarred metal caused him to make curious coos that warmed Wheeljack's spark.
"So..." An exhaused voice came from the berth Wheeljack was standing next to. It was Ratchet who was just waking from recharge after enduring a long and strenuous emergence.
The sudden sound of Ratchet's voice caught Wheeljack by surprise, he was so engrossed in the actions of their curious little one he had almost forgotten Ratchet was resting right next to him.
"So?" Wheeljack asked back. Unsure of what Ratchet was meaning.
Ratchet rolled his optics and sighs. "So.... did you think of a name? You said you wanted to name him."
Wheeljack chuckled and rubbed the back of his helm. "Ah jeez... I tried but I couldn't really think of anything." He gently passes the small sparkling back to Ratchet who had reached for him.
"Primus, you're hopeless." Ratchet sighed but smiled slightly at the other mech. "Lucky for you, I already have a name picked out."
"You did? For how long?" Wheeljack looked surprised. The whole time Ratchet was carrying they never once discussed a name... but then again they also never saw eachother often because Wheeljack was away most of the time. "When were you going to tell me?"
"I wanted to see what you'd come up with. But since you have nothing I guess we can go with the name I came up with for a little mech." Ratchet hummed softly as he gently brushed his hand over the sparkling's helm.
The little spark looked a lot like his sire, mostly white with orange and green accents, also with a similar helm shape. But he also had Ratchet's optics which Wheeljack adored about the his son.
"I was thinking about naming him Hijack." Ratchet continued after pausing to settle their sparkling close to his spark. This made Hijack curl up and gently press his head against Ratchet's chasis to listen to the familiar sound of his carriers spark.
"Hijack?" Wheeljack looked at Ratchet with surprise and affection. Ratchet had really picked out a designation for their sparkling that resembled his own. Wheeljack hadn't pinned Ratchet as the sentimental type. Even he was feeling sentimental over it now; Ratchet always showed his affection in such special ways, discreetly but also obvious.
"Don't like it?" Ratchet asks, keeping his optics on Hijack who was slowly starting to drift into recharge. He looked unbothered at the notion that Wheeljack didn't like the name he picked out.
"No. It's fine." Wheeljack said quickly. "I'm just a little shocked you picked that name out yourself, Sunshine~" Wheeljack teased Ratchet with the pet name he hated.
A slight blush fell over Ratchet's faceplating. "If you don't shut up right now I'll be naming him Magnus." He threatened, knowing fully how much his conjunx disliked Ultra Magnus; it was an empty threat of course, but a threat none the less.
Wheeljack let out a chuckle. Ratchet threatened him like this often when he used that 'hated nickname'. Which was unfortunate because Wheeljack enjoyed calling Ratchet his sunshine. "Okay, okay Ratch." He bends down to gently plant a kiss on Ratchet's helm. "It's a perfect name for him." Wheeljack sat on the edge of Ratchet's berth to stroke Ratchet's helm softly.
"So when do you think I'll be able to teach em to fly the Jack Hammer?" As expected, that question warranted Ratchet to give Wheeljack a smack.