Optimus is a wonderful baby.

Sarah pov

I am seriously getting sick and tired from waking up in the hospital.

Lazarus was here earlier, but I’m not sure how much time went by since I passed out again and woke up.

The room is quiet and reeks of medicine. Thankfully, there are no wires attached to me, so pulling off any won’t alert the medical staff.

Carefully, I sit up in the bed and rub the remains of sleep from my eyes.

I wouldn’t freak out if there was a baby crib in the room or anything that might prove the presence of the baby, but there’s nothing.

I can’t believe anyone didn't think of bringing my daughter to me.

Speaking of which, I still need to get my hands on Lenox. That little, annoying asshole is going to get some piece of mind from me for the birth certificate.

He named our daughter Optimus Prime; who does that? For fuck’s sake, of course, he does.

Just as I throw my legs over the edge of the bed, the door to my room opens, and a cheerful voice echoes off the walls. “Oh, goodie, you’re awake.”