IT'S LIKE THE PARTY HAS DIED DOWN A BIT. THE TITANIC ANNIVERSARY WAS VERY THRILLING, I WATCHED SOOOO MANY DOCUMENTARIES ABOUT THE SHIP, THE PEOPLE, THE PEOPLE WORKING ON THE SHIP, THE CREW WORKING, THE CONTROVERSAL DECISION ABOUT MEN GETTING ON A LIFEBOAT, THE ACTUAL DESIGN FLAW THAT LET HER SINK, THE MINI SERIES, THE MOVIE IN THE THEATERS WHILE I WORE ONE OF ROSE'S DRESS THAT MY MOTHER MADE, SO MANY THINGS. IRONICALLY, IT WAS ONE OF THE HOTTEST DAYS IN MY TOWN ON THE ANNIVERSARY.

Lydia was tossing and turning in her bed, she couldn't sleep, once again. It was weird. She was told everything, everything about Trigon. And yet, she still couldn't sleep. Maybe she was just too anxious, as she finally was able to decode the mystery that was her mother's father. Maybe she was just sad because she heard many horrible things about her mother that she would have never imaged. But maybe it was just the fact that she was scared, scared about the tall, red monster with white hair known as Trigon.

But what was there to afraid of? He was dead, he couldn't come back. And yet, she still didn't feel safe the more she thought about his picture she saw in a book. The picture had his eyes glowing red, and the more her eyes refused to sleep, the more she would image the that picture.

She sat up from the bed and began to meditate. She was told to meditate anytime she couldn't sleep. Meditation would help everything.

Garfield opened the curtains to the annoyance of Raven. She pulled the covers over her head, trying to block the sun. She had only slept with her underwear on, as the weather at night lately had been boiling hot. Well, maybe it was only her who got hot at night. Garfield, wearing only his sweats, slowly walked over back to the bed, and cradled Raven's limp body wrapped up in her blanket.

"Hmmmm." She moaned. "I don't want to get up. Mmmm…How are you so cheerful in the morning?"

"(Yawns) Yeah, I'm the morning person." He said sarcastically, as she was usually the one to be up before him. "It's twelve o'clock, Rae. Not exactly morning anymore. I wanted to get you up when I woke up at eleven, but you looked so innocent sleeping…despite your snoring."

"Mmm." She mumbled as she closed her eyes and tried to drift back to sleep.

"Come on, Rae, it's a beautiful day out, and I read that fresh air and walks are good for your health during this late in the pregnancy." He said.

"Hmph." She replied back. "Is Starfire still here?"

He lowered his ears and hesitantly answered, "No. She took Lydia and Bruce out to the park…you know, I wish you would make up with her soon. It's not her fault and you know that."

"I didn't say it was her fault—"

"—But you implied it, and Star could sense that hostility. Lydia knows about Trigon now. There is nothing else we can do. We were slowly removing that band aid to see if Lydia could handle that information, while Starfire just came and ripped it off for us. Be sensible."

"I am being sensible."

She could hear the birds chirp, the wind banging against the window, the ocean getting intense with the wind, and all she just wanted to do was shoot those goddamn birds. Her hormones were off the chart, she became aware that she was more moody then before. The pain. The non-stop pain this baby made. During the day, the cramps and headaches would get to her, during the night the baby would start kicking for many hours. Just another few weeks of this crap and she would be done. D-O-N-E. If she didn't want to listen to the stupid birds, she certainly wasn't going to listen to Garfield.

She wasn't as abrasive with Starfire as Garfield was claiming; she was just avoiding her for the moment. Okay, maybe it was a little cruel to Star, but Raven didn't know what else to do. She was already in a bad mood, and had to take extra meditation sessions. In fact, the only reason why she was sleeping in late was because she was meditating for six hours last night, before she finally went to sleep. And meditating before bed always made her sleep better. And sometimes longer.

She already explained to Garfield that for the moment, with her hormones and all, she should just avoid Starfire for a while, because she didn't know how to talk to her yet without sounding a tad livid. And all of sudden, she was the unreasonable one for trying to avoid her. Maybe she was being unreasonable. But she just wanted to take one thing at a time, and confronting Starfire was not the best idea with these stupid cramps she had going on.

"Come on, Rae." He whispered in her ear. She let down the blanket just enough for her to see his face. However, as annoying as he seemed to her five seconds ago, when she looked into his forest green eyes, they seemed inviting to her. All those unpleasant thoughts about shooting the stupid birds and Starfire were now interrupted by the sight of his beautiful eyes and thin lips as he smiled. "There you go. I'll make you breakfast."

Before he had a chance to move away, Raven leaned her head forward and pecked him on his lips. He smiled and stayed a little longer to kiss her back. Before he had a chance to move again, she kissed him deeply, and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, dragging him closer to her. The blankets were still wrapped around her, but Garfield quickly found the opening of the blanket and decided to throw it off to the side.

"No—don't." She said, pushing him away when her body was exposed. She tried to cover her voluptuous breast, which had doubled in size over the course of several months. She could only hide her breast, as her belly had gain thirty-three pounds within the course of the months. Garfield came closer and tried to distract her with his tongue as he tried to grab the pillow away from her. "Gar—Garfield, I know what you are doing…"

"Raven." He said in a disappointing tone. "Come on, you're beautiful. Don't hide it."

"You opened the curtains; I don't want a helicopter to get a picture of us." She said, trying to hide her blushing face with one of her hands. He rolled his eyes; he knew that was the least of her worry. He drew closer to her to kiss her cheek.

"Like a helicopter has ever spied on us. We're the boring ones, remember? The helicopter would be on the other side of the Tower, spying on Robin and Star. Come on, I see that you're in the mood." He said mischievously. "You know you can't suppress Lust for long." He kissed her other cheek. "Come on, I bet you Kitty there has been beating you up all day and night lately. Wouldn't you want some kind of release from that pain?"

"Kitty?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I'm still experimenting with names. You know, Kitty, one of the characters from Pride and Prejudice? She was Lizzie's sister in the book. Just as silly as Lydia, but more of a follower." He said, defending the name. "And if it's a girl, she would literally be a sister to Lydia."

"Well, remember now, that there was someone else named Kitty, someone who went on a date with Robin at one time. Now, do you think Starfire will appreciate that name?" She asked.

"Oh, right." He said, realizing the drawback of the name. "But I thought you were mad at Star?"

"Yes, now. But I'm not going to name our child out of spite." She said. "Plus, Kitty is short for Catherine and it's also the name of a baby cat. I'm not naming my child after an animal."

"Okay, Raven."

"I mean animals with cute names." She said.

"So, I'm guessing Tiger is out for a boy?"

"(Sigh) Beast Boy—" Before she finished, he once again attacked her with passionate kisses on her cheek. She couldn't argue with that action.

He made his way to her lips, pulling back her hair with his hands as he slowly descended down to her neck, then to her chest. She was under his spell, and so she closed her eyes and allowed him to continue as she gasped out with pleasure, occasionally blowing up a candle or two on her shelf with her black energy.

His hands managed to snatch the pillow away from her, but then she stopped him from going any further as she tried to cover her breast with her hands and turned away from him. Then, he became irritated.

"Ugh, come on Rae, I've seen you naked a million times. What difference does it make that you're pregnant?" He asked, a little frustrated that she wouldn't just give in to her emotions. It had been months since he had any action, and it would probably be months before he got another chance again.

He wished he could blame her for not feeling Lust sooner in the pregnancy, but he knew he couldn't. It wasn't her fault there were issues concerning her father and Lydia earlier. Although, some of it was her fault for not being in the mood when he would try his best to get everything right. And then all that was just ended up to be wasted effort. But he knew she just needed time, and was surprised this morning about her new change of attitude.

So, when something as arbitrary as her being afraid of showing her whole body to him and had halted their time of blissful action, that kind of pissed him off.

She sat there silent, not wanting to explain herself. "Something—something about you seeing everything just seems wrong. I don't know what it is. It feels wrong somehow." She said, trying not to look at him.

"We've done it before with you pregnant."

"Yes, but we have never done it this late in the pregnancy." She said.

They sat there for some time, just staring uncomfortably at the linen on the bed—which was a nice silk fabric, nothing cheap—as there didn't seem to be anything else to stare at. He shifted his weight and saw her shift her weight as well. Her body and emotions wanted to be close to him at this moment, but some kind of emotion was preventing her from achieving her other lustful needs. And he didn't care what that emotion was—it could be any of them really—he just hated that particular emotion at the current moment. He stood up and walked over to his drawer, trying to find a shirt to wear. He heard her make a small whimpering noise, as she was disappointed he just wouldn't let her have her pillow and thought that he was quitting.

"Don't cry, Rae, I have a solution." He said, pulling out one of his large white, button-up, long sleeve shirt with a small collar. "Put this on. It should fit." He threw the clothing to her.

She turned around and put it on herself. She was able to button down all the way to the top of her belly. "It won't go any further." She said, seeing how baggy it was in the arms, but very tight around her chest.

"It's not supposed to fit. It's one of my clothes, not your maternal stuff. I want to see your belly, if I can't see your breasts." He said, taking off his sweats to reveal his purple boxers.

"Is—is it safe, with this far along?" She asked, putting a hand on her firm pale belly, looking down. "I mean, I am really big—"

"Rae, you don't think I haven't studied positions during our down time?" He told her, as he fixed his eyes on hers, smirking.

"I'm not doing anything weird." She quickly said, as she traced her fingers across the gray stretch marks on her belly.

"Don't worry." He said, as he gracefully walked back to their bed.

"I mean it, I've heard of weird things that the other's have done and (shivers)…"

"Let's not talk about the others. Let's talk about us."

He hugged her tightly while he continued to kiss her again as he traced his hand on her thigh. The hand slowly descended to the upper thigh before he was able to reach her underwear, pulling it off of her with just one hand. She allowed her legs to lift up a bit so he could take the underwear all the way off. He tossed the underwear off to the side.

He quickly took a breather, and quickly undid his own underwear and threw it off to the side. She sat there silently, although her emotions were all chaotic. She decided to go ahead and lie down on the bed as she waited for him. He caught her eyes looking up at him from bed, and he was inclined to follow her. He started to kiss her again, as he tried to position himself on top of her.

"Oh…..ow…." She said quietly, trying not to ruin the moment. However, she was well aware that his body weight was squishing her stomach. "(Kiss) Garfield, no….this will not do…(Kiss) you're crushing me."

"You can be on top instead." He said, sitting up and with that he helped her to sit up before he lay down himself, kissing her hand.

She moved to the side and could feel all the water in her belly shift as well. Although it didn't seem like much, just sitting up without having her morning tea just felt like a chore to do. She moaned with pain and annoyance as she tried to lift up one of her legs in order to dominate Garfield.

"Are you okay?" He asked as her weight on him was a little more then what he expected, but he kept quiet.

"I control it?" She asked, even though she knew the answer. She held onto his hands, squeezing them tightly as she said so.

"Well, that's kind of the idea when you're on top." He said, kissing her hand.

"You don't look comfortable." She said sadly, noticing his breathing was becoming heavily. She widened her eyes and slowly got off of him, trying not to move away too much in case she caused an injury to him or to herself for that matter. "I shouldn't be on top of you anyway; you have a heart condition."

"Well, it's not a heart condition. Jeez, you get one heart attack and you're forever labeled with a 'heart condition'." He said, as she lay beside him, still holding onto one of his hands.

"Well, that's kind of the idea when you get a heart attack." She retorted back. He smiled, but now they were back to square one. "What should we do?" She asked, as she started kissing the side of his neck and ear, with her emotions all clicking at the same time. He pushed her hair back with his hand and moved her chin up to hers so their lips would meet.

She was comfortable where she was, so she couldn't be on top, but Garfield didn't want to do anything behind her, as they both didn't feel comfortable—well, let's just say—not facing each other during the moment. Hey, nobody said they were the feistiest couple in the group. Compared to Robin and Starfire, the Logan's were an old Victorian couple who would read the newspapers for fun.

"So, what were you saying about positions?" She asked, defeated, becoming weary of him taking his time to answer.

"Let me try one more thing." He said, trying to figure out how he was going to do this right.

He tried to pick her up bridal style, and he succeeded, although it should be said that he was superhero with well-defined muscles and could carry weight heavier then Raven's pregnant belly. But it didn't seem as sexy as he first thought it was. He still struggled to carry her five feet away from the top of the bed, and situated her on the bottom of the bed. She was barely keeping her balance, as her legs were dangling on the edge, pulling her closer off the bed.

Garfield quickly got some pillows for her to lay on and as well as to sit on as Garfield's legs were longer then the bed, and he needed to be equal to her height. Raven understood what was going on, but she was a little afraid of this different routine. Was it going to be the same? Would it hurt with this angle?

When Garfield stood in front of her, the candles brightening his lime green skin, he could see the fear in her eyes as she looked at him as if he was a stranger to her. "Hey." He said comfortably, as he leaned forward to kiss her again. "Don't be scared."

She sighed in relief, "I'm not." She said quietly as he pulled away a little, but still had his head close to hers.

"I can't start until you say your chant, but you're scared." He said, as he brushed a piece of hair away from her face. "It's just like missionary…only I hear it's a little more intense. But I'll be gentle."

"I know you will…but Lust might like it harder, and she won't feel the pain during, but I will afterward." She said, grabbing his hand as she was trembling a little bit with fear. They both heard one of their heavy books on the top shelf being thrown across the room and land violently on the floor. She cringed at the sound of her uncontrollable emotion.

"Hey, hey," He said softly, as he continued to brush her hair away from her face. "Don't pretend Lust is the one that makes the demands. She's just an emotion; you're the person who is experiencing it. I know who's who in the moment."

"Do you?" She asked, smiling at his gentle and comforting words.

"Yes, I do," He said, backing slowly away from her. "I'll be gentle Rae, we have too be; because I don't want to break the TV again." She didn't want to smiled at his stupid joke, but she did.

This eased her mind and allowed her to breathe in and out without any problems. She closed her eyes, continued her breathing and added, "Azarath, mentrion, zinthos…"

He stood up, carefully picked up her legs to his side, and drew closer to her.

"Az—AWW…." She gasped as she noticed a difference in this position. She squirmed just a little bit in her place, but grabbed onto the sheets on either sides, as she was getting used to this new angle. It was like a whole new world, although it wasn't, it was just that Garfield would take a while warming up before he could make her feel what she was feeling now.

"Rae?" He asked, hoping he didn't break anything. Although, he could hear some of their furniture shaking in it's place. He was a little frightened by this, because the bed was one of those furniture pieces. "Rae? Why's the bed shaking?"

She kept her eyes shut as she tried to focus her energy somewhere else, somewhere outside of the room. "Az-azarath, mentrion, zinthos…" She slowly repeated as she envisioned the light bulbs right outside of the hallway. Garfield heard glass shattered behind the door. The bed stopped shaking.

He let her repeated her mantra a few more times, before he made another movement towards her. She winced again as it was too much force applied all too soon, but she didn't want to say anything as she knew that Garfield wanted this more than her Lust did, and Lust is a pure emotion. However, he noticed her discomfort.

"Rae, I'm hurting you…I don't know if I could—" He said, pleading with her.

"Azarath…no, I'm fine, just try to be a little gentler….mentrion…I'll be fine…zinthos…"

"Rae—"

"Garfield, please…azarath…trust yourself…mentrion…" She said, trying to reassure him and herself for that matter.

He slowly let her legs go, which caused them to lower just a little bit before she bent her knees and allowed her lower thighs hang lifelessly as he gently came closer to her again. He would have loved to hold onto her pale, long, muscular legs, but he figured holding her leg up was only adding more pressure in the angle, so he had to let go. He could still see her wince, and could hear the endless noise of various things breaking, but he tried to push that out of his mind. She still kept a tight grip on the sheets as she continued her chant.

He came closer to her a little faster each time, and even though he was gentler with his touch, he gave a little more force. He was not as hard as he was when he started, but he was slowly getting there. For a moment or two, he would open his eyes so he could see the damage in the room, and also so he could look down to his grey bride as well.

Her hair was becoming a mess as the mixture of heat and sweat was taking it's toll on the straight roots. She still had her arms spread out, still clutching onto the sheets, although her grip was loosening up as time was passing by. Her face wasn't as sour as it once was, as her lips were focusing on saying her mantra over and over again.

When he got closer to her again, he reached out his hands to her stomach and slowly traced his fingers on her large grey bump. As he gently massage her belly, she started reacting to his touch, and moved her hands up to her stomach, intertwining her hands with his. She lifted her head up a bit as she began to move along with him.

Her head was finally clear of all negative thoughts: The betrayal of Starfire, the disobedience from Lydia, the pain on being kicked off the team again by Robin, even though it was expected, and Garfield's heart condition that only worsen when they opened the old wounds of her father. In this current moment, all she could think about was a black void that was filled up with Garfield's warm embrace.

It took her a while to get into that trance, but when she did, she could participate with Garfield as much as she could, to make up for lost time. However, her trance wasn't a complete conversion, since she was still interacting with the real world, so things, something as small as a light bulb or as large as a whole room would break from the overloading energy she had in her body.

Garfield leaned a little forward just a bit, so he could kiss her cheeks as she lifted her head up a little higher so she could meet him halfway. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they both continued to move as one, naturally going faster when it seemed right. She allowed him to kiss her lips a few times, interrupting her chant for a bit, before he moved down to her neck, sucking on the sweet sweat that her body was naturally creating.

She didn't stop him when he took his hands off her belly for a second so he could undo the buttons on her top. She also didn't stop him when he opened the shirt, exposing her ample pregnant breast and he moved his hands up to them, slowly tracing them with his fingers. He knew he would win that battle one way or another. She was about to say something concerning her top being exposed, but he pressed even harder into her, heightening her senses, and she was forced to go back to her chanting as the feeling was overwhelming.

Not that that was a bad thing; but he knew the tricks in the book to get what he wanted without her complaining. He called it a compromise. She called it being 'under his spell'. Later, she would complain that he had broken one of her rules she had set before they started, that he had exposed her breast, and he would just grin at her, knowing she wouldn't do anything about it, because she would allow him to get away with it. But she would bring it up just to sound like she had some control over him, which she did, but there were two things he took control over; their child's upbringing and what he did in the bedroom.

Raven one time said that maybe it was some physiological reasoning behind his submission. That maybe since he didn't have a mother or father growing up, and was on his own for most of his life, he liked Raven's controlling behavior because he wanted to be told what to do for once in his life. And maybe since others had told her all her life about what to do or how to behave, she now wanted to control the situations in her own life.

But it was nice not to always be the expert on everything in their lives, and it was nice to let Garfield do the research on what to do in bed then instead of looking it up herself. She would feel uncomfortable looking at models—looking at others—doing things she preferred not to look at because all she wanted was Garfield and not the image of some model. She never dreamed of being that intimate with someone else, but Garfield changed that attitude, so why would she want to look at someone else instead of the only man she changed her life for?

So, she said nothing when he slowly massaged her breast in his hands as he continued to kiss her neck. In the back of her head, she knew that he probably was going to that anyway. She pushed harder into him as she tried to cry out her mantra with a dry mouth. She curled up closed to him, which didn't help her back, but for the moment she was a slave to Garfield's touch.

"Az…azarath…" She said as spit was recovering from the corner of her mouth due to its dry state.

Her head was closed to his and when it came to the climax, she threw her head up in the air and reclined her body back down as she loosened her grip on his neck. She cried out a 'zinthos' as she lied back down on the bed. Garfield was still kissing her neck when he reached his climax and bent his back backwards, lifting his head up as well, as he still had his hands on her breast. He could hear a few more light bulbs outside breaking. But he knew that that wasn't all the damage outside of their room. He would try to clean up before the others would come home. Hopefully, the TV wasn't one of the objects that broke.

They were both breathing very heavily, and stood still for a few minutes, trying to soak up the moment, wishing it would never end. After Garfield was finished, he slid Raven up with his arms to the top of the bed. He lied next to her, as she opened her eyes and allowed a smile to appear. When they were both quietly breathing on their pillows, they lay there in the nude, facing each other, and just staring into each other's eyes.

"Will…will you try to talk to Starfire?" He finally asked, hesitantly just a bit. She could have bite his head off, and complained that she hadn't had her morning tea yet and that now wasn't the right time.

However, instead, she combed his damp hair back with her hand and whispered, "Maybe."

"Did-did I hurt you at all?" He asked, hoping there wasn't any pain that came with their pleasure.

"Hmm, only at the beginning." She said, with him sighing sadly. "But…you made up for it afterward. Don't be hard on yourself."

"I wish I could just take the pain away." He said, looking down at her belly. Before he would know it, he or she would start kicking again and it would irritate Raven. "And I'm still a little worried about the delivery."

"But you have done it before and all you have to do is to make sure I am comfortable." She said.

"But Star won't be there to help."

"What, why?"

"Because you're fighting with her." He informed her; she gave him a solemn look and looked away. "You are too stubborn to make up with her."

"I'm still hurt that—"

"—Rae, I know. Trust me," He said, grabbing her hand in desperation. "I didn't want Lydia to find out this early either. I wanted you to have time to get over your…your dreams, and then maybe years later we could have told her. But that plan didn't work out and right now I'm afraid for her well-being. This kind of thing could scar a child, to find out how cruel or murderous their relatives are to others and to the family. But Starfire didn't know our plan and she usually tells Lydia stories about my past anyway. Maybe she didn't realize we were trying to keep it a secret for a reason."

She looked back at him and nodded, but still not wanting to admit they're own faults in the situation for keeping these type of things a secret from her team about Lydia's upbringing.

"Plus," He added. "I think Starfire sees Lydia more as her younger sister rather than our child. She probably doesn't know what an 'Aunt' does, and just treats her like a sister. Please, you are too far along to be fighting with her. Please, just say sorry and make up."

"But I don't want Starfire to think—"

"—I know, Rae. You told me a million times since I've been home. You know you're just creating bad mojo for yourself when you do that—don't deny it—I can see it whenever you have trouble meditating sometimes."

"You're very observant." She said, impressed.

"Hey, I'm staying home now, so I watch you meditate sometimes, and I can tell when you're having trouble." He said, gently putting his right hand over her belly and massaging it softly.

"I'll make up with her in time, I am just still a little irritated. Give me time." She said, closing her eyes and trying to drift away into a slumber. But Garfield was quick to throw the blankets off the bed.

"Oh, no you don't. You're not going back to sleep. You're going to get up and have breakfast—well, lunch actually—and you're going to take a walk with me." He said and she groaned at the thought of getting up and moving around.

"Oh…" She said, moaning as she could hear those stupid birds singing again.

SO YEAH….