"He is of you," Grimlock corrected, his optics glowing a soft, protective amber. "And you are mine. Therefore, he is the legacy of the Iron Legion."
"You are carrying," Grimlock rumbled, his voice a low vibration that rattled the diagnostic beds. His sensors had finally recalibrated to her changing biology. Baby for the Grimlock General by Aurelia Skye
From that moment, the terrifying General became an unlikely sentinel. He diverted precious energy cells to power a nursery, raided merchant ships for soft silks and Earth-standard vitamins, and stood guard outside her door during the long, violet nights. "He is of you," Grimlock corrected, his optics