"What?" called Raven, rushing into the living room. It was true, there were definite cracks in the egg, and it was shaking violently.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no! Just remember your breathing, Raven!" Beast Boy said, breathing heavily.
"Remember, it's an egg. Sounds like you're the one who's giving birth!" she laughed, sitting on the floor, staring at the egg on the table. Beast Boy sat next to her, putting his arm around her.
They watched in wonder as piece by piece the shell started to fall off. Slowly but surely their child was coming into the world. All the pieces of the shell were gone, and they stared at the small naked child, covered in ooze.
Raven took it and cradled it in her arms, using her powers to lift the ooze off of it.
"Is it a girl, or a boy?" he asked, staring intently at the child.
"A boy," she said, smiling. "You have a son."
"What should we name him?" he asked, smiling.
"I'm thinking of a traditional name from our country. What do you think?"
"I like Lance! But, maybe we could put two names together," he said, rubbing his pointed chin.
"Wait! Lanceor! A name from our country, but it has Lance in it! How about it?" she asked excitedly.
"Perfect," he said, kissing her.
Raven began to chant an age old chant of the country. It had a slight haunting melody, and it carried through the room slowly. She had stopped and smiled.
"Hello, Lanceor."
"Mama," he said, reaching out to her. He was a young child, not a baby.
((Sorry guys, all I could do in 5 minutes of time…))