Redhawk Caldera well, if this is fate then we'll find a way to cheat

"No," she replied instantly and emphatically, "I'm definitely not really pregnant." Raven took a breath before rushing to explain, "It's probably because I've spent so much time around mom, getting exposed to her hormones. It's like..." She paused, trying to think of a way to explain that would make sense to someone who didn't know medicine as well as her. "It's like my body's sympathetic to hers. It's been tricked into thinking it's pregnant so that I can sort of help her. I might even start lactating," she said aloud even as the realization struck her.

"That has to be it," Raven muttered almost as if to herself a moment later. "The timing makes sense. I'm about to—" She glanced up at her godfather and became bashful again. It was one thing to address these matters clinically with others' maladies, it was somehow different when she was talking about her own and very personal issues.