Baby For The Grimlock - General By Aurelia Skye

When the child was finally born—a tiny, screaming boy with his mother’s eyes—the General didn't see a weakness. He saw a reason to finally negotiate for peace. As he cradled the infant in arms designed to crush steel, the "Grimlock General" realized that his greatest victory wouldn't be won on a battlefield, but kept safe within the nursery walls.

"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." Baby for the Grimlock General by Aurelia Skye

The General had claimed her to ensure his soldiers had the best care, but as the moons of Valtos cycled, his cold, calculated interest shifted. He found himself lingering in the med-bay, watching the way her hands moved with grace, and how she never flinched at his towering, obsidian-plated frame. When the child was finally born—a tiny, screaming

"You are carrying," Grimlock rumbled, his voice a low vibration that rattled the diagnostic beds. His sensors had finally recalibrated to her changing biology. "He is of you," Grimlock corrected, his optics