Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ Fragments of Allspark ❯ Vacation, Please! ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: Vacation, Please!

 

Eventually, as parents do, Sam and Mikaela's parents got used to the idea of their babies having a baby. It was just in time, too, as Mikaela was growing quite impatient at Bumblebee's constant (and quite unsuccessful) attempts to get Aria to laugh. She had started laughing earlier that month, and at three months, the baby was starting to become more aware of her surroundings. Ratchet was not helping as he informed the young mother immediately when Aria had a messy diaper and not relenting, in his mildly offended way, with reminders until one of the parents changed her. Optimus Prime had a parenting magazine that he made reference too often, and Ironhide kept suggesting that the baby needed armaments adorning her crib. Sam threw up his hands as Bumblebee had prodded the baby out of a sound sleep to see if that might possibly be the secret to the delightful little giggles she emitted, and was yet again disappointed by a shrill cry. Prime quoted something about infant Pilates (where exactly had he gotten that magazine, Sam wondered,) Mikaela planted her hands on her hips and tapped her foot; she strongly resembled an angry cat lashing her tail.

 

“Its time for a vacation!” Sam declared.

“What?” Autobots and mother turned in unison to the boy.

“It-is-time-for-a-vacation.” Sam said, quite firmly. “Aria is old enough to be with her grandparents for a week or so; we need to get away. Just you and me, Mikaela.” He swept up her hands in his in what he hoped was a romantic gesture. Like most things Sam did, it backfired.

“You want me to leave my child and go- go- gallivanting off with you, Samuel James Whitwicky?!” She appeared venomous now. Mammal to reptile in seconds, Sam was impressed.

“Gallivanting. What a strong and very complicated word,” Sam held her hands to his chest. “I want you to have a restful, relaxing, not a dirty diaper in sight, week. I…I don't even have to come. In fact, go alone! I can take care of the baby. Anything for you, my love.”

Mikaela studied him closely and heaved a defeated sigh.

“Fine. You have to come though. I'll come back and find Aria turned into an infant robot. We can ask your parents to take her for the week.”

Sam's smile nearly split his face.

“We can go to a resort, on a lake, that nice one up north!”

“That sounds nice,” agreed Ironhide “Shall I bring extra rounds? Bumblebee, you can finally get waxed-”

“…A very relaxing, Autobot-FREE, week.” Sam's voice cut in and his grin grew slightly pained.

 

So it was that the couple departed in the family car, Sam's parents waving to them and four robots sounding their horns in farewell. Aria was gumming Bumblebee's disco ball and Ironhide's expression closely resembled a pout. His spare stocks of munitions lie unpacked on the lawn.