Your breathing came in rough and heavy, and you screamed louder. You felt as if your insides where being ripped apart.
You could feel Ratchet yelling at you to push, but soon you felt your body shutting down. Your E/C optics fluttered as you tried to protect the baby (Girl/Boy) you had been carrying. You couldn't let Ratchet killed the baby, even if Megatron was the father.
"Okay Y/N! I know you don't want to do this but you don't really have a choice. On 3, I'm going to need you to push, alright?" Red Alert said.
(A/N: These are going to be small because it's my first story. So they'll be quicker for me to upload but they will be quicker. Sorry guys!)