Elara looked up, pale but stubborn. "He’s mine, Grimlock. Not a soldier for your legion."
The General knelt, a movement that ground metal against stone. He placed a massive, heat-syncing palm over her stomach. To his shock, a small, rhythmic thrum met his sensors—a second heartbeat, fast and fierce. Baby for the Grimlock General by Aurelia Skye
"You are carrying," Grimlock rumbled, his voice a low vibration that rattled the diagnostic beds. His sensors had finally recalibrated to her changing biology. Elara looked up, pale but stubborn