AN: This is my twenty-eighth story and I still don't own Teen Titans!

Chapter 5

Starfire was beaming so brightly she was practically shining. She was flying around her room, packing everything she owned. She was returning to Tamaran that day so that she could have the proper care for her pregnancy. Robin was going with her, since he was both her boyfriend and the father of her unborn child.

Both Starfire and Raven were about three months along now and Starfire's laughing fits had finally calmed down. Yes, she was still happy, but that was her normal personality anyway. In her next stage of pregnancy, however, her body was going to start stretching. The only way Starfire could explain it to her friends was to tell them that it was going to be like she would start inflating like a balloon. That's why they had to get to Tamaran as soon as possible.

Raven had gained somewhat some control over her nauseas, but she was still sick most of the day. She also refused any help, especially from Beast Boy who had gotten her into this mess. This left Beast Boy feeling very useless and guilty.

"Star, are you ready to go?" called Robin.

"Yes!" she called back and entered with a large alien looking creature that she was using evidently as a suitcase. They had seen her use it before, but it was still queer looking. "I have packed and I am ready to go to my home on Tamaran."

"Great, let's get going," said Robin.

"Now, y'all are gonna give us updates, right?" asked Cyborg.

"Of course, when we check in to see how the city's doing," said Robin. "Are you sure you and Beast Boy will be able to handle it alone?"

"Yeah, we'll be fine," said Cyborg. "And if we're not we'll just call for backup from some Titans stationed near by."

"Where are Raven and Beast Boy?" asked Starfire as she loaded her 'luggage' into their T-ship.

"Ravens in her room, as usual," said Cyborg. "And B's probably in his room. I called them both to come down here to say goodbye, but I'm not sure if they'll come."

Just then the doors opened and Beast Boy walked in. "Hey guys," he said with a smile. "Glad I didn't miss you."

"Where've you been, man?" asked Cyborg. "I paged ya down here a half an hour ago."

"I was trying to get Raven to come down, too," said Beast Boy. "But she refuses to be anywhere I am."

"Oh, will you tell her that I shall miss her?" asked Starfire.

"Sure," said Beast Boy. "And she wants me to tell you that she hopes you have a safe flight and a safe pregnancy."

"Oh, how very kind of her," said Starfire.

"Alright, let's get going," said Robin.

The two said their goodbyes once more and soon were off into the sky and then into deep space. Suddenly, the tower seemed very quiet.

"Thank God they're gone," said Cyborg. "I was kinda gettin sick a seein them all cuddly with each other."

"Yeah, who'd a thought that finding out Starfire was carrying his child would make Robin finally show his feelings for her," Beast Boy chuckled.

The two got a good laugh out of that as they made their way back to the common room. When they arrived they saw Raven sitting down at the table with a bowl of soup. The hood of her cloak was up and she seemed in no way interested in interacting with the remaining two Titans in the tower. But Beast Boy, being the optimistic creature that he was, decided to try and talk to her.

"Hey Raven," he said, taking a seat across from her. She did not respond. "I see you're eating. Morning sickness done for the day?" She did not respond. "So, uh, you've got another appointment with the obstetrician person again soon, right?" She did not respond. "Have you given any thought about a nursery or anything? What color do you think it should be? Speaking of which, are you gonna find out if you're having a boy or a girl when the time comes?"

"Beast Boy!" she said shortly. "Leave me alone."

"I'm just trying to talk to you," he said, humbly.

"Well I don't want to talk," she said angrily. "Don't you get it?"

"You've barely said anything the last month," said Beast Boy. "You don't tell me anything and I want to know how you are."

"I don't have to tell you anything," she said, standing up. "As far as I'm concerned, you're the same, immature little boy you've always been and have in no way earned any right to know how I'm doing." And with that she left the common room and headed for her own room, leaving her half eaten bowl of soup.

Beast Boy went over to the couch and flopped down next to Cyborg. "It's hopeless," he sighed in a frustrated tone. "I don't even know why I try. I mean, I'm trying to be there for her and help her, but she refuses everything I offer her. And then she tells me that I'm still immature!"

"Well, she has a point, B," said Cyborg. "You really haven't changed and you are immature."

"But I'm trying to help her, how can that be immature?" asked Beast Boy.

"What Raven needs is someone who will take care of her and show her that everything is gonna be okay," said Cyborg.

"That's what I've been doing!" said Beast Boy.

"Well, let me put it to ya like this," said Cyborg. "You're a Beast Boy. What she needs is a Beast Man. And, unfortunately, we all know that you're not growin up for a long time. Or ever, as you yourself have said."

"I can grow up!" said Beast Boy. "I'll stop playing videogames, I'll stop pulling pranks, I'll stop telling jokes, I'll do whatever it takes."

"B, you could do all that and still not be considered mature," said Cyborg.

"Then what the Hell do I have to do?" asked Beast Boy, who was just about at the end of his rope.

"Well, you could start by being honest with her," said Cyborg.

"What? Dude, when am I ever not honest with her?" asked Beast Boy.

"Uh, how about how you've had a crush on her for the past two years?" asked Cyborg.

Beast Boy felt his heart race and his face heat up. "What? I… I don't have a crush on her!" he exclaimed. "What would make you think something crazy like that?"

"Well, let me think," said Cyborg dramatically scratching his metal chin. "How about how you're always looking for ways to wrap your arms around her? Or how you always try to impress her? Or how you're always concerned about her first before anyone else on the team?"

"So? That doesn't mean I like her!" said Beast Boy, feeling his blush deepen.

"Oh, come on!" said Cyborg. "We all know you like Raven, all but Raven, of course."

"Dude, for the last time, I don't like Raven!" he said.

"Well, then I guess you and Raven have somethin in common," said Cyborg. "You're both in denial over somethin."

Beast Boy growled and got up off the couch. He decided to go let some steam off in his room. He was feeling quite flustered by all of this and needed to be alone.

"How could he think something like that?" he asked himself as he paced around his room. "I have a crush on Raven? It's not possible. I mean, she's a good friend, but that's all I see her as. So what if I like hugging her, I just like the reaction she gives me, which is never positive. And I don't try to impress her alone. I try to impress everyone around me. And so what if I get concerned about her first? No one else will."

He took a seat on his bed and ran his fingers through his grass green hair. He then placed them on his lap and tried to clear his head. He felt like the last month had been the most confusing and shocking time in his entire life.

Slowly he reached under his bed and pulled out a well worn shoe box. He placed it on his lap and carefully removed the cover. Inside were little items from his past that he never let anyone see or know about. He knew that Robin did a similar thing with his belongings as well, so he knew it wasn't weird to keep such treasures hidden away.

Carefully, he took out an old picture in a picture frame. In it there was a man and a woman and a small boy. In the background there was a lush, jungle setting. The little boy was blond and holding onto his mother, a large smile on his face.

"I really wish you were here to help me right now," he said, slowly running his fingers over the glass that separated him from the picture. "Cuz I'm really feeling lost. I've gotten a girl who barely even likes me pregnant just by touching her. And now she won't let me do anything for her. And I'm trying to grow up and I'm trying to do the responsible thing, but no matter what I do it just doesn't seem to be good enough."

He felt his throat begin to tare and he clenched his teeth so as not to cry. He always talked to his parents when he was feeling overwhelmed or lost. No, they never responded, but it always felt good to talk to them. But he did feel shame for crying in front of them, so he did his best to hold back his tears of frustration.

"What should I do?" he asked, his voice cracking. "I'm nineteen and I'm gonna be a father in six months. And Raven probably won't even let me see the baby. She hates me for doing this to her, and I don't blame her. I've told you guys about Raven before, right? Yeah, I must have. She's the dark one who's constantly verbally abusing me." He chuckled at that. "But she has a good heart. I just wish she would talk to me. We've never gotten along, and I mean never. We just rub each other the wrong way, I guess. Well, I rub her the wrong way, at least. I actually like her… but not like that! I mean, I wouldn't mind being friends with her. She's the one who's always pushing people away, especially me."

Suddenly there came a knock on his door and he jumped, his picture falling from his hands. He quickly reacted and caught it before it landed on the floor. "Yes?" he called out as he placed the picture in the box and shoved it back under his bed. "Who is it?"

"It's Raven," said a familiar voice from the other side. "Who are you talking to?"

"Uh, no one," he said, making sure his box was safely tucked away. He hopped up and went to his door. He opened it and found her standing on the other side. "Can I help you?"

"I need you to sign this for me," said Raven, handing him a thick folder.

"What is it?" asked Beast Boy, taking it.

"Adoption forms."