Author's Note: Apologies for this taking so long to update! Things got busy, but I'm still working on this and my other two ongoing fics!
Nine Months of Mayhem
Summary: Mikaela finds out she is expecting. How will the Autobots deal with nine months of pregnancy?
Month 3 (Bumblebee): Mikaela's cravings set in fiercely.
If there was anything to be concluded that night, it was just a reaffirmation that her husband slept like a rock.
'Not surprising,' Mikaela thought angrily. 'Because he has the intelligence of a rock, too.'
She tossed and turned with zeal, growling to herself and listening to the headboard rattle as the bed shook with her flailing, but there was, apparently, nothing for it. Looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand (which displayed 3:47am) and letting out a frustrated sigh, Mikaela conceded. She had been moving about, making as much noise as she could manage and had come this close to just bludgeoning Sam awake with the damned pillow all in hopes that he would wake the hell up. But no. Sam slept like the goddamn dead.
Heaving a last, great sigh, Mikaela swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, walked to the middle of the bedroom and began to pace. She had a problem, here. A serious problem! And her husband was just sleeping through it like some deeply hibernating animal. She focused a glare on his direction though the darkness.
The current problem?
She wanted chicken nuggets. And she wanted them now.
She knew that a lot of women craved random foods during their pregnancy, and she hadn't ever really thought much of it until now. Waking up in the middle of the night craving chicken nuggets of all things? That was ridiculous. Why couldn't it have been something that was readily at hand, like pickles… Or icecream? She had those things in the house. Wasn't that what pregnant women were supposed to crave anyway? Mikaela ran her fingers through her hair in frustration and decided that enough was enough. Something had to be done. Shaking herself, she crept quietly back to the bed and plucked her phone off of the nightstand before slinking out of the bedroom and through the rest of the house, grabbing her shoes, purse and a light jacket on the way, before coming to stand out on the front porch.
She paced back and forth on the porch for another five minutes, considering her options. She could either call one of the on-duty soldiers to ferry her around, or one of the Autobots. She considered the first alternative for all of five seconds, wincing upon imagining the looks that she would warrant from the soldiers when she told them she was calling them out at the ungodly hours of the morning because she wanted McDonalds. No, it would have to be one of the Autobots.
Ratchet sprung to mind first, of course, but upon careful consideration she ruled him out. The damn medic got about a tenth of the sleep he actually needed to function properly – nothing good could come of disturbing the little bit he got. Not only that, but she could almost hear his lecture about eating unhealthy foods while she was pregnant now…
Right. So, not Ratchet.
Bumblebee came to mind next. Mikaela knew that the scout would not be judgmental, nor would he bear a grudge against her for dragging him from recharge early in the morning. They hadn't been able to spend hardly any time together recently, due to busy schedules on both ends. She fondly remembered the Camaro's excitement when Sam quietly disclosed to him that they were going to be having a baby in several months. Mikaela hadn't seen the yellow mech dance so much since the first night that they had met. She couldn't help but feel that Bumblebee was more excited than Sam and her put together.
Her decision made, she flipped open her phone and dialed the scout's 6-digit calling frequency. She was answered immediately, with a very alert sounding "Mikaela?"
"Hey, Bee," she said quietly, quirking a grin. "Did I wake you?"
"No," the scout said. Mikaela tilted an eyebrow at the obvious lie. "Is something the matter?"
"No, no. Nothing wrong," she reassured him. Embarrassment set in suddenly. "Uh, well… you see… er… I- "
"You…?" The scout sounded baffled, and Mikaela could hear the underlying amusement in his voice.
"Ineedaride," she said quickly.
"A ride? To where?"
"… I'll explain when you get here. Will you come?"
"Yes. I'll be there shortly."
Mikaela loosed a relieved sigh. "Cool, thanks. I'll be waiting on the porch."
Bumblebee pulled up in his alt. form five minutes later and transformed, kneeling before her and looking worried. "What is it, Mikaela?" he asked. Mikaela felt the tell-tale prickle of rudimentary scans making her skin crawl and she rubbed her arms in annoyance.
"It's nothing, Bee," she whispered. "I'm fine, really. I'm just… I'm hungry."
The scout blinked his optics at her, clearly perplexed. "Hungry…? Do you not have food in your house?"
"No, no. We do. It's just that…" Mikaela sighed, trying to come up with the best and quickest way to explain this. "Pregnant women crave certain foods. Badly."
"Right," Bumblebee nodded. "I researched that several weeks ago… And what you are currently… craving-" he said with an air of uncertainty, "I assume you do not have it in the house?"
"Right," Mikaela nodded, relieved that he hadn't dug any further. She couldn't be bothered to explain the raging hormones caused by human pregnancy that brought about insane cravings in women. "I would really, really like some chicken nuggets."
Bumblebee gave her a questioning chirrup and she rubbed her hand over her face in exasperation. "CanyoupleasejusttakemetoMcDonaldsrightnow?"
Bumblebee blinked at her again, but wisely transformed without a word, allowing her to climb inside and get settled and buckled in before taking off toward the gates of the base.
Less than ten minutes later they were pulling up to the McDonalds drive-thru and Mikaela was rolling down the window as they came to the speaker. She leaned out and pressed the button immediately when they came to a stop.
"Welcome to McDonalds, can I interest you in-"
"No. Chicken nuggets please."
"… What order of chicken nuggets did you want, ma'am?"
"Uhm, what's the biggest one you've got?"
"We have a five piece, a ten piece, and a twenty piece."
"Give me two of the twenty pieces," Mikaela said, grinning.
"What kind of sauce with that?"
"… I'm sorry, I'm not sure I heard that right. Did you say caramel?"
"Yep. Lots, please."
"…Okay, so that's two twenty-piece chicken McNuggets with caramel sauce. Anything else?"
"N-... Actually, do you guys still have those apple pie thingers?"
"The baked apple pies? Yes, we do."
"Can I get like… five of those, too?"
"No, that's it, thanks."
"Total comes to 16.97, please pull to the first window."
Mikaela was somewhat disturbed that she could actually feel her stomach bubble in anticipation as they pulled to the window and traded cash for the white and red McDonalds paper bag full of McNuggety goodness. She quickly pushed that feeling to the side, however, when the wonderful smell hit her nose. She patted Bumblebee's steering wheel.
"Thanks, Bee. You have no idea how much I needed this."
Bumblebee laughed quietly. "No, I don't. Primus forbid. Where would you like to go now?"
"I don't know… maybe we could go park somewhere and talk for a bit?"
Five more minutes (and half a box of McNuggets) later saw them pulling up into a parking lot of a small, deserted park. Mikaela hopped out quickly, bag of food in tow, and immediately settled on the Camaro's hood to chow down.
"Are you excited?" Bumblebee asked suddenly.
Taking a moment to swallow her mouthful of chicken nugget, Mikaela let out a slightly breathless laugh. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"It was… unexpected?"
"Yes, it was."
"But you are happy with it?"
"Yes. And the more time that goes by, the happier I am," she said, smiling to herself. "It just took us by surprise."
"You had to adjust?"
"Yeah, that's exactly it," Mikaela smiled, rolling over on Bumblebee's hood to look through his windshield. "You're going to be Godfather, you know."
She was jolted slightly as the Camaro rocked back on its wheels. "I-… what?" Bumblebee stuttered.
"Oh," Mikaela frowned. "Sam didn't tell you?"
"Damn it, he said he was going to tell you last week!" she sighed, upset that she had let the secret out without Sam. "Don't tell him I told you – he'll be pissed. I thought he already let you know that little tidbit…"
Silence greeted her and she sat up on her elbows worriedly. "Bee?"
"… I've never been a Godfather before," Bumblebee finally answered quietly.
Mikaela gave his hood a reassuring pat. "You'll be great. You know what it entails, right?"
"Yes," Bumblebee responded. "I… did some research a little while back."
Mikaela grinned, rolling back over onto her back again to look up at the sky. "See? You're already looking out for the baby. You'll do just fine, Bee. That's why Sam picked you."
"I've never seen a baby," Bumblebee said wistfully. "Other than Colonel Lennox's daughter, Annabelle. But she was almost two human years by our first encounter."
"I trust you, Bee. I don't have a lot of experience with babies either," Mikaela confided. "Everyone tells me to just trust my instincts. You should do the same. I think you'd be great with kids."
"Who else, if I may ask…?"
"Oh," Mikaela said. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell them or anyone else."
"Cross my spark, hope to offline?"
Mikaela giggled. "Okay, okay. Other than you, Sam also picked Will. I picked Optimus and Ratchet."
"That's wonderful," Bumblebee said, and Mikaela could almost feel his smile. "Your child will be well cared for, for sure."
She couldn't help but smile at that statement, despite how awkward it made her look with a mouthful of food.
They said their goodbyes an hour later when Bumblebee dropped Mikaela off in front of the small flat that she and Sam shared. She patted his hood again on her way up to the front steps.
"Thanks again, Bee," she smiled, waving at him. He chirped at her in return.
Mikaela smiled to herself, placing a hand over her still flat stomach and watching the tail lights of Bee's alt. form fade into the darkness of the base. His words about her baby being cared for hung clearly in her mind, giving her a feeling of warmth even in the chilly night air.
She returned to bed that night feeling safe in the knowledge that her baby would grow up in the midst of some of the kindest, most intelligent, most caring and protective beings in the entire universe.
Well cared for indeed.
Author's Note:I was working on this chapter at something like 2am in the morning, and I've gotta tell ya… I don't ever recall craving something so much as I did last night while I was writing this story. In the middle of a paragraph, I had to stop mid-sentence, run through my house, snatch my keys off my table and drive like a mad woman to the (blessedly close) McDonalds for some goddamn chicken nuggets. In my own defense, I was not nearly as rude about it as Mikaela was, nor did I demand a ton of caramel sauce, but still the woman at the drive-thru window looked at me like I was insane. Le sigh.