"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."
Elara looked up, pale but stubborn. "He’s mine, Grimlock. Not a soldier for your legion." 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. "He is of you," Grimlock corrected, his optics
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. "He’s mine, Grimlock
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.
In the harsh, metallic canyons of the planet Valtos, General Grimlock was a name whispered with equal parts awe and terror. A massive cyborg warrior of the Iron Legion, he was built for conquest, not comfort. But his latest "acquisition" was something no manual had prepared him for: Elara, a human medic with a defiant spark in her eyes and a secret growing beneath her heart.
From that moment, the terrifying General became an unlikely sentinel. He diverted precious energy cells to power a nursery, raided merchant ships for soft silks and Earth-standard vitamins, and stood guard outside her door during the long, violet nights.