You: Smokey, how long have we been married for?
Smokey: About 4 years.
You: I've longed for a child. Have you?
Smokey: Every day. If we can't convince, we can adopt too.
*4 weeks later*
You: *throwing up violently*
Ratchet: Y/N, you're pregnant! Congrats.
You: Thanks. I'll tell Smokescreen.
*Once you find your husband*
You: Smokey, I have good news.
Smokey: What is it, Y/N?
You: I'm pregnant!
Smokey: *hugs you and bawls his eyes out crying happy tears*

Requested by Butterflymed.