Hi everyone and welcome back to chapter twelve of this fanfic. As the title may suggest the egg will be hatching and we get to see the pokemon that's inside. Also a shutout to TheLoneHero17 for catching the Suite Life reference in the last chapter. Maybe you'll catch another reference this chapter. As always hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 12: Cooking and Dragons

True as daylight, the books were not kidding when they said that dragon types take the longest to grow and hatch. The brunette boy had been rather skeptical when his Pokemon Eggs book stated that bagon eggs can take anywhere from six to nine months to hatch depending on the conditions.

Apparently this long hatching time was due to dragon types needing proper development inside their eggs for them to effectively develop their strengths in the future.

There was no way of telling how old the egg was. Perhaps the egg had been laid months prior to the boy being given it, or perhaps it had been laid right before he was given it.

Just like in Skipper's case, the boy knew that he couldn't rush the hatching process. He could however make sure that the egg was in good condition at all times by maintaining the temperature and moisture in the incubator and by cleaning the shell regularly.

The first month passed rather uneventfully. The egg didn't make any movements or noises, nor did it give any indication that it was close to hatching. The second month passed quite the same. He had come to the conclusion that the egg was most likely laid right before he was given it, although he could still be wrong and the baby inside was just lazy.

With the coming of the third month, marked the end of another school year and another start to the blaring Hoenn summer. The third month also marked a bit more movement from the egg as it would shake once in a while but it would soon subdue.

By the time of the fourth month, the egg was moving at regular intervals but it didn't make any sounds meaning it could still be quite a ways away from hatching.

The fourth month also marked the beginning of July which marked the boy's ninth birthday. Just three more years and he and May would graduate from their school and begin their journeys as trainers. That of course only if his dad didn't keep him locked up in the lab for a longer period of time. The man was honestly so accident prone that sometimes Brendan wondered how his father hand't gotten himself killed while doing fieldwork.

The birthday this year was like the ones from previous years. The Maples along with a couple of the townspeople came. This year his mother had decided to serve hamburgers for the guests. May, like always, had challenged the boy to a eating contest hoping that once and for all she could beat him.

She did beat him, kind of. She would of beaten him fair and square if she hadn't cheated her way through by telling the boy things that would make him loose his appetite. Apparently a not so pleasant experience with a tentacruel earlier that day was all May needed to tell the boy.

She had already eaten ten hamburgers while the boy had eaten nine and he would of eaten more if it wasn't for May. May however didn't care as she claimed victory over him for the first time since they met. May celebrated this by having an extra large slice of heavenly cake that the town's bakers had made. Honestly they just couldn't get enough of it.

May had also given Brendan a black bandanna with a red pokeball design similar to the one Brendan had given her for Christmas almost three years ago. He tried putting it on only to fail miserably.

May laughed before she taught him different ways to put it on. After all her mother had taught her how to fold bandannas in many different styles.

After teaching Brendan a couple of styles on tying the bandanna, he settled for folding it into a headband. It mainly covered his forehead and his temples while tying it in a small bow to the side of his head. May thought that it made him look cute, but of course she would never tell him that out of the sheer embarrassment that she would feel and he would probably also feel.

Brendan was left with the dilemma of picking out a birthday gift for May's upcoming birthday.

Professor Birch decided to give Brendan a day off. Well it was more like Lisa had forced him to give their son the day off. She claimed their son hadn't been spending as much quality time with her. She said that he had been getting too much father son time and needed some mother son time.

May had also decided to visit on that day.

The three were in the kitchen, where Lisa was teaching the kids how to make a delicious meal. Brendan was wearing a dark blue apron while May was wearing a bright red one. Lisa wore a white apron as well as a chef's hat as if she were an actual chef, which she actually was since she used to work at a fine dining restaurant as a chef before she met Professor Birch.

She would often remind the two, well more Brendan, how Professor Birch came in that day to her restaurant after what appeared a long day of fieldwork. How he had enjoyed his meal to the point where he wanted to meet the chef behind the masterpiece. How she followed one of the waiters to his table and when their eyes met, it was like a hoard of beautiflys were dancing in their stomachs. How they looked deep into each other's eyes and knew they were meant for each other.

"And that kids is I met your father," she repeated again for like the tenth time during their cooking session.

"Mom you've told me that story like a hundred times before," the boy said holding a whisk and beating the eggs. Lisa gave her son a look.

"I think it's really cute Mrs. Birch," May said while kneading the dough.

"See Brendan, at least someone appreciates it," the housewife gushed holding her hands to hide her light blush.

The boy just rolled his eyes returning his attention to dish at hand. The dish had some weird Kalosian name, but his mom had promised them it would be delicious.

"Let's see the book here says-" he was cut off by his mother.

"Brendan forget what the book says. The book doesn't know what it's talking about, so just follow what I say," holding the utensils as she began working on her own ingredients.

Brendan who was so used to doing everything by the book argued back, "but mom the book here says to specifically beat the eggs not... well do whatever it is you're doing." The boy wasn't familiar with cooking terms so he had no idea what to call whatever his mother was doing. It all looked like she was making some sort of magic potion to him.

"Brendan just follow a mother's intuition, it will be a good experience for you to not always follow the book. Besides I've made this dish hundreds of times before so it should be alright," she said back. Very quietly she muttered so that only she could hear herself, "I think." It was actually her first time with this particular dish, but the children didn't have to know.

The boy not wanting to argue any further did what his mom said. After about another hour their dish was ready and they could only ogle at it. It turned out a lot better than expected, but appearances can be deceiving.

"Mrs. Birch is it supposed to taste like burnt rubber?" May asked trying to hide her look of disgust.

"Told you we should've followed the book mom," Brendan quipped, a similar look on his face.

Well Lisa was obviously embarrassed, but she of course would never admit she was wrong, especially when she prided herself in her cooking. She answered back, "yes kids it's supposed to taste like that," tasting the dish with a similar disgusting look appearing on her face though she tried to hide it. The kids raised an eyebrow not buying her show before she quickly changed the subject with "why don't we order pizza?"

May and Brendan's let go of their skeptical looks in favor of having pizza. They soon cleaned the kitchen tossing out their disaster of a dish into the garbage before Lisa grabbed the phone and ordered pizza for them to eat. The marketplace held a small pizza joint where the townspeople would normally get their pizza from. They even delivered!

Brendan and May had removed their aprons and went to the living room where a certain water type was napping on the couch. He had already sprayed May when she first arrived, so he was content with just sleeping at the moment. He however he kept his ears and mind open in case the brown haired girl had anything to say about him, he would be ready to retaliate.

"Isn't he just the cutest May," the boy said pointing towards the sleeping form of the water type.

That little devil is in no way cute, she thought. She knew that if she actually said that, she would be met with another gun so she responded with, "yeah Brendan he's just the cutest," with a fake smile.

The boy looked at her with a teasing smile before grabbing the remote and turning on the tv. After about ten minutes of arguing about what to watch, they decided to watch the tv show about a teenage girl that sometimes had psychic visions of the future and the hilarity that ensued when trying to make said visions come true. Shortly after the pizzas arrived allowing them to gorge themselves in its cheesy goodness.

Lisa meanwhile was still moping about her failure at the dish but was glad she spent some quality time with her son. Perhaps she should have more of these "Cooking with Lisa Birch" sessions with him, and next time she will follow the book, even though she believed a mother's intuition would always be better than following a book.

The sun was setting when May decided to head home. She thanked Mrs. Birch for her cooking lesson and said she would see Brendan later. He waved at her as she was leaving. Once they saw that she entered her own home the mother and son pair went back inside.

"So mom. Was the dish actually supposed to taste like that?" the boy asked raising an eyebrow.

"Between you and me," she began quietly, "no, not at all. I'll make sure to follow the book next time."

He gave her a warm smile before he said, "guess we won't be making that mistake again."

She looked at him then gave him a warm smile, smiling at her own mistake.

Brendan went back to the living room where Skipper was still sleeping. He let out a soft sigh before gently picking him up carrying him upstairs. When he arrived he found that the egg was slightly shaking while letting out a couple of cries. He set Skipper gently on the bed before walking over to his desk where the egg laid. Perhaps the baby was going to hatch soon.

He removed the glass casing right before it started growing brightly. The light lit up the room. The light soon faded revealing a small pokemon with a light blue body, short stubby hands and legs, a yellow underbelly and a what seemed to be a large gray helmet.

The boy stared at the small pokemon for a minute before deciding to introduce himself. "Hi I'm Brendan nice to meet you," extending his hand for the pokemon to shake. The dragon type stared at his hand for a minute before giving it a bite.

"Youch!" he exclaimed pulling his hand away like he had touched hot coals. He stared at it for a second noticing the bite marks before he said, "guess you're hungry then. Here I'll take you downstairs to eat." He gently grabbed the dragon type and carried him in his arms.

Skipper who had been watching from the bed couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. He was jealous that his trainer now had another pokemon, so his attention would no longer be solely placed on the water type. The water type was jealous that he would now only get a fraction of the attention he used to get. He wasn't going to stand for it. He jumped off the bed following behind his trainer. He tapped his leg to get his attention before he exited the room. His trainer looked down noticing the expression on the mudfish's face before he lowered himself down allowing the water type could climb onto his head. The water type seemed to now be content.

He walked downstairs noticing that his mother was sitting at the dinner table reading a cookbook. She looked up to see her son's new pokemon in his arms. She stood up and walked towards him. "Hi little one," she said extending her hand out like her son before did. Much to her surprise she too was bitten.

"Youch!" she exclaimed quickly pulled her hand back. "Brendan did you train him to that?" she asked while examining the bite marks on her hand.

"Nah I think he's just hungry, he also bit me as well," he said as he was pulling out cans of pokechow and berries for the pokemon. He laid a bowl out for his new partner as well for Skipper who was more than happy to eat his fill.

"Well he sure can eat, and he has a strong bite," Lisa commented. "Have you thought of any names?" she asked a moment later.

"Well I have thought of a couple, I'll have to see which one he likes most," placing his hand on his chin to look contemplative.

As soon as the two pokemon finished eating, the boy leaned down to look at his new pokemon that seemed satisfied with a full belly. "Would you like to join my team?" he asked, holding out an empty pokeball. The pokemon stared at the boy for a minute before giving out a quick nod. This caused the boy to smile and tap the pokeball on the dragon type's head. The ball opened up sucking it in and it shook in his hands three times before clicking indicating a successful capture. He smiled at the ball then let the dragon type back out so the boy could give him a name.

"Now we gotta think of a name for you." He paused for a second looking contemplative before he asked, "how about Fafnir?"

The dragon type shook his vehemently like he hated the name.

"Well what about Ryu then?" This time the dragon type stared at the boy for a second before shaking his head not liking the name.

"Oh I know," he said running back to his room to grab a book. When he came back down he opened it to a page revealing a tall old man with a sailor jacket on and a sailor hat. Behind him stood a large salamence. He showed the page to the small dragon type and he stared at it with awe.

"This is Drake, one of the region's elite four. An elite four is a crazy strong trainer that one must defeat in order to become champain. This guy here is a dragon master and his signature pokemon is a salamence which is what you will be when you evolve. So what do you say, you want to be called Drake?" a large smile present on the boy's face. This time the pokemon nodded and gave out a soft growl. "Great to have you on the team Drake," Brendan exclaimed giving the dragon type scratches underneath the neck earning soft delightful coos from him.

"I wish dad were here to see this," the boy spoke and as if by sheer coincidence the front door opened and a "I'm home" was heard. Brendan took to his feet carrying Drake in his arms.

"Dad dad!" He called out. "The egg hatched and I named him Drake," he exclaimed in excitement. Professor Birch was briefly taken aback from the outburst but it changed to excitement when he saw his son's excited eyes and the new pokemon in his arms.

"Whoa Brendan, he's a cute little guy isn't he?" holding his hand out to pet the dragon type, but unfortunately like the two people before, the dragon type bit down on his hand. "Youch!" he exclaimed pulling his hand back. He looked at his son's amused face and knew that his son had somehow something to do with the behavior.

"Did you train him to do that Brendan?," he asked slightly annoyed while inspecting his hand.

"Nope, that seems to be the way the greets new people."

"Well just make sure he doesn't bite like that when he's a salamence".

"Don't worry dad I'll take care of it."

The professor raised in eyebrow as he remembered the last time his son said he would take care of something and it never got solved. To be honest he had also tried to take care of it, but it didn't have any effect on the pokemon as he still kept doing it every time a certain brunette girl met his eyes.

After spending a couple of minutes at the dinner table of discussing with his dad the attributes of the dragon type, the boy decided to give him a bath. He walked upstairs where he filled a small green tub with warm water and placed the dragon type inside. Skipper on the other hand was beginning to tug on the boy's clothes and motioning for the bathtub. He gave the water type a smile before he filled the bathtub up and placed Skipper inside.

Drake seemed to be enjoying the warm water as he was laying down on the tub seeming to have the time of his life. Brendan quickly joined Skipper inside the bathtub where they began splashing each other like they always did. They soon dried themselves off with Brendan dressing in his pajamas ready to go to bed.

The following day a string of "youchs" and "ows" were heard as Brendan introduced everyone in town to Drake.

There was no louder "youch" that day than the one that came from May. She was convinced that all the boy's Pokemon's were the devil's spawn.

Well at least she wasn't getting a dragonbreath to the face.

An: Salamence is actually one of my favorite dragon types. I remember searching all over Hoenn when I was playing Pokemon Sapphire like 10 years ago looking for a bagon and finally finding one in Meteor Falls. For this story I just wanted to give Brendan a bagon since I just love the pokemon. As usual here are our pairs ages:

Brendan- 9

May- 8

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and hope to see you guys again in the next chapter. Also hope everyone is having a great Spring Break!