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Slowly letting his optics power on, Prowl took in the med bay. The bright lights overhead made his helm feel heavy again, even though he had just gotten out of recharge for who knows how many joors. At his side was Jazz, humming a little melody over a little crib that held a sparkling.
Their sparkling. It was still surreal, after all of the decacycles of carrying since they had discovered the newspark, their little femme was finally in the world.
“Ah Prowler, she’s perfect.” Jazz crooned, dangling his one servo over the crib. Their small sparkling raised her own tiny servos, trying to grab on to one of the digits being offered. Managing to get a hold of one, she gave a pleased chirp and tried to bring Jazz’s servo closer.
Prowl leaned over the medberth as far as he could to get a look at their little bit, but all he could see was the little servos and peds reaching out over the top of the crib.
“C’mon lil’ bit, time ta lay with your carri.” Jazz taking his servo away from the crib was met with noises of distress, their sparkling reaching out again trying to find her sire's plating.
In a slow and delicate movement, Jazz lifted their sparkling out of the crib in a bundle of blankets and placed her into his hold. The bundled sparkling squirmed around in his hold, noises of distress growing louder every moment she was in his hold.
“It’s okay, Prowler, she just needs a moment ta get to know ya.”
“Jazz-” Prowl was ready to hand their sparkling back to be set back in the crib when he realized the squirming had stopped. Looking down, his optics met the barely powered optics of his sparkling squinting up at him. A little servo reached for his face, touching it gently. Prowl's spark felt light and warm in his chassis; letting him truly take in his daughter's features for the first time since she emerged.
She had black and white plating like both him and Jazz, as well as the light blue optics they each had. Her helm was adorned with small versions of Jazz’s audial horns and nubs that would grow into a Praxian chevron. Similar nubs on her back indicated that she would also have doorwings like him in the future.
Prowl pushed all of his happiness and affected into his field for her to feel, Jazz doing the same. Their sparkling gave numerous chirps and clicks of happiness at the love she was receiving. She continued on until she gave a tiny yawn and fell into recharge again. Prowl let her sleep in his arms, smiling down on the form.
“What should her designation be, Prowler?” Jazz let his visor retract and laid his helm down on Prowl’s pauldron.
“Cascade.” Prowl’s smile grew at saying the name out loud. “Her designation will be Cascade.” Prowl gave a kiss to Cascade’s helm, earning another happy yet sleepy chirp. Prowl rested his helm against Jazz’s, letting his optics shutter for pleasant recharge with his family.