Once again, hello. I'm back with chapter three. This story is yet young and it already has 20 reviews! To those of you who reviewed, I am most touched by your words. I hope this chapter is worthy of them as well.

A quick reminder, I don't own Teen Titans. I am merely borrowing the characters for this story. All the credit goes to their creators.

At the moment there is little more to say, so on with the fic. I hope you enjoy!

When Raven finally came around, she found she was no longer in Nevermore. Instead she was in her room. Her room. For some reason the words didn't sound right. She glanced around. Robin's things were scattered throughout the area. His presence in her life was marked everywhere.

She glanced to a far corner of her room. In it sat a large mahogany desk. It was covered with newspapers, clippings, books and pictures. Several months ago Raven had come down with the flu and Robin had taken it upon himself to take care of her. He moved the desk into the room to make sure he could both help her and get some work done. Though she was long since recovered, the desk never left and was in constant use.

Her gaze traveled to her bathroom door. Behind it his favorite towel and robe hung next to hers. Frequently his shampoos, soaps and toothbrush were also mixed in among hers. Just next to the bathroom door was her closet. Even there Robin's presence was marked. His costumes and some civilian clothes hung up with hers.

Over on her bookshelf, some of his favorite books and odds and ends had joined hers. Even the bed and its surroundings showed Robin. His alarm clock was on the right side of the bed while hers was on the left. All of these things told Raven one thing: though her name was on the door, it was no longer just her room. It was their room.

That thought sent a peculiar feeling of warmth through Raven. It gave her some courage and hope. She was very worried about Robin's reaction, but perhaps everything would be okay. The time on the clock caught her attention and startled her. While no time ever passed in Nevermore, several hours had passed in Titan Tower. Robin was sure to be home soon, if he wasn't already. She sighed deeply and prepared to go. The longer she waited the harder it would become. Raven opened the door and was given a surprise.

Soundproof doors are both a blessing and a curse. One seeking solitude and silence could easily find it. However, it also meant being cut off from awareness of the outside world and its happenings. For Raven, such was the case. For when she opened the door, sounds of chaos assaulted her ears. Four different voices were screaming various things. It was coming from the main living room…two stories down. The amethyst eyed woman raced to the scene.

What Raven saw when she arrived would have been funny, had Cyborg not been preparing to flambé Robin with his ion cannon. The two friends were against the far wall of the room. Robin looked both angry and terrified. He was yelling at Cyborg to be reasonable, and that there was no need for such action.

Cyborg looked completely irate. Trying to be heard over Robin, he was yelling things about not touching his baby sister.

Above them were Beastboy and Starfire. They were, perhaps, the loudest of them all. However, what they were yelling were vastly different. Starfire was screaming and begging them to come to peace. She did not want to see her leader and friend become "fried glorkinflack" nor did she want another hole in the walls.

Beastboy was in Starfire's arms. She had begun gripping him in worry for her two friends. Beastboy's cries were simply for oxygen. He was steadily becoming more blue than green, and it had nothing to do with is powers.

It took Raven only a moment to take it all in, and she was not happy. She was already stressed out and all the yelling was promising her a migraine. Her patience was worn very thin and was near to breaking. "ENOUGH!" she screamed. Black tendrils of energy snaked through the room and everything became deathly quiet. "Thank you," she said tersely. "Now, will someone kindly explain to me why Cyborg is preparing to barbecue Robin? Or do we have to do this the hard way?" Her voice promised a lot of pain if she did not get an answer. Robin was the first to speak; his girlfriend's temper did not faze him quite so much anymore.

"Cyborg knows about us," he said simply Raven looked at him, "they all do. Starfire figured us out. Not that we worked very hard at keeping it a secret."

"I see," Raven said evenly. Her gaze turned to Cyborg, "However, I fail to see how that explains your sudden urge to turn my boyfriend into a black spot on the wall." Cyborg was too startled at Raven's sharp tone to reply.

Cyborg's extended silence seemed to dissipate Raven's anger. Her body slumped and she looked tired and worried. She turned to Cyborg, "You and I will be having a word shortly." To Robin she said, "You and I, however, need to talk privately…right now." With that said, Raven spun on her heel and left the eerily silent room.

Robin quickly found Raven in her meditation room. The lights were kept low and he knew the fighting had probably caused her a headache. His concern intensified. "Rae?" he asked quietly. "It's pretty dark in here. You doing okay?"

"For the most part," she replied. "Please come sit down. We have much to discuss." Robin fully entered the room and sat down across from her.

"Yes?" Robin prompted. Raven gave a shaky sigh.

"This is very hard to say," she muttered. He noted she was uncharacteristically nervous and scared. The last time she looked that way, Trigon was preparing to make her his portal. That though took blood from Robin's face.

"Rae, does this have something to do with your father, or anything like that? Are you in some kind of danger? Please, tell me!" he cried. Raven held a finger to his lips and looked at him.

"Relax, Boy Wonder, I'm in no danger. This is slightly…different, it will change our lives and I'm worried about how you will react to it…"Raven trailed off and Robin broke in.

"Raven, you know I love you. You can tell me anything that is happening in here," he touched her head, "or here," he touched her heart. Raven gently grabbed his hand. He had given her the opening she needed. She moved his hand down to her lower abdomen.

"What about in here?" she asked quietly. Robin looked confused.

"I don't think I understand," he told her. Raven gripped his hand and closed her eyes.

"What's going on in here is our child…I'm pregnant." There was total silence and Raven decided to risk a look at him. Robin was sitting completely still. His eyes were open wide and his jaw was slack. She lightly probed his emotions and found no anger, just shock. Relieved that he wasn't completely freaking out, she stood up and leaned down to him. "When you're ready to talk, I'll be in the bedroom." Then she kissed his cheek and departed. It was his turn to think.

Well, thit is the end of chapter three. Please forgive me as it is somewhat shorter than the previous two. I am hoping to make up for that in chapter four. I hope you have found this chapter up to your standards. Chapter four should be up shortly. Good-bye for now.