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The harsh winter months left little to be desired, even for the Autobots who were typically unaffected by the extreme weather conditions present on Earth.
The human children have recently been complaining about how cold it’s been in the base, citing how you could even see your breath if you looked close enough. Even the ever so grumpy Ratchet had to admit that the place was starting to get rather chilly.
Optimus stands at his usual spot in front of the monitors for any signs of Decepticon activity. A few minutes prior to working, he had taken a trip to the wash racks in order to scrub off the thin layer of ice that had coated his exterior plating. The Prime normally took these small inconveniences in stride, however the task of having to scrape ice off his plating at least two times a week has started to become somewhat of a nuisance.
Perhaps he should ask Agent Fowler for some portable indoor heaters the next time he visits the base.
The red and blue mech glances at the worn out couch which sits on the platform above his helm. His lips curve into a soft smile at the sight of his sparkmate sitting on the couch with their eyes focused on the book in their hand. He can feel his spark start to beat faster in his chassis as he continues to watch them with a look of adoration in his optics.
He eventually goes back to work and is currently typing on his data pad when he catches some slight movement out of the corner of his optic. He lifts his helm up and quickly takes notice of the way his human partner starts to shiver. His optical ridges knit together in concern as he walks over to the railing of the platform.
“Hello little one, I noticed that you’re starting to shiver. Are you perhaps cold at all?”
They lift their head up to look at him before nodding their head.
“Unfortunately, yes. I decided to wear a heavier coat today since it’s been colder outside recently, but even that doesn’t seem to be helping much," they respond with a pout. Optimus frowns at this as his processor tries to come up with some sort of solution.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable?” He asks with a sincere expression. They shake their head ‘no’ with a smile.
“It’s okay, Optimus. I’ll just try my best to soldier through it," they reassure him with a half-hearted laugh, though he can sense the uncertainty in their voice. The Autobot’s frown deepens.
“Please don’t feel like you have to push through your own discomfort, my sweetspark. I’d be more than happy to figure out a way for you to feel more at ease here.”
He gently pets the top of their head with his digit softly.
He watches them contemplate his words for a minute before letting out a small sigh.
“Well...okay. As long as I’m not distracting you from your work at all," they hesitantly say. Optimus simply shakes his helm with a low chuckle.
“Of course not. I was actually planning on taking a small break from my work to spend some time with you," he admits sheepishly.
Their eyes widen in surprise at his confession before a bright smile spreads across their face.
“Really? I’d love that!” They chirp happily as they hug his digit affectionately. Optimus lets out a deep laugh in amusement before gently placing them in the palm of his servo. He cradles them close to his chassis, his EM field wrapping around the two of them protectively.
The mech’s spark swells at the sight of his sparkmate nuzzling against his chassis with a fond look in their eyes. He uses his digit to gently rub circles into their back comfortingly.
“Are you still feeling cold, little one?” He asks softly with a tilt of his helm. They look up at him and nod their head quietly. He hums in thought before an idea comes to mind.
“Ah, I think I have an idea.”
They tilt their head to the side in confusion before letting out a startled squeak as he holds them directly against his spark chamber. The warmth emanating from his spark immediately causes them to huddle closer to his frame with a content noise. A wide smile spreads across Optimus’s faceplate.
“Are you feeling any warmer now, my dear?”
They nod their head slowly as their eyelids start to grow heavy. Sleepy eyes stare up at him fondly while they rest their head on top of his spark chamber.
“Mhm so warm...” they mumble out sleepily. A laugh escapes the Prime’s vocalizer at their response.
“You seem to be feeling tired now. If you’d like, you can continue to rest on my chassis while I continue working," Optimus offers with a warm smile. He watches them poke out their bottom lip in protest.
“But I want to stay awake and spend time with you...” they whine out quietly. He shushes them softly with a reassuring kiss on the head.
“I’ll still be right here when you wake up. Now get some rest, okay sweetspark?”
They let out a small ‘okay’ before closing their eyes and burying their face into his chassis. Optimus smiles as he makes his way back to the monitors to continue working. He looks down and gives one last glance at the small human cradled in his arms. He can feel his spark melt at the sight.
“I’ll have to make sure to give them lots of attention once they wake up," he thinks with a fond look before returning to his work.