I do not own Jurassic Park. I only own Mary, Stacy, Rain, and Maro.

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Time passed in the pack, I now had a nest full of eggs that were close to hatching, or that is what Rain told me. She has had eggs before and so I trust her judgment on when they hatch. I felt like a big chicken some days sitting on the nest for hours on end. I was able to make Maro sit on the eggs some days. He protested many times, saying that it was not what male raptors did. I just told him to not expect any more eggs after this batch if he does not take part of the egg sitting time. That effectively shut up his complaining.

Rain stood beside me with a happy smile as I was once again sitting on the eggs. "I hope they hatch today," I grumbled and Rain just chirped out a laugh.

"Patience dear, patience, I'm just surprised that you were able to get Maro to sit on the eggs some. You have created a new trend though, now the females of the pack are making their mates sit on the eggs some too now. It's hilarious," Rain said and I just gave her a happy smirk.

"Well they should be made to sit on the eggs, these are their kids too," I said with a roll of my head to try to get out some of the soreness. Sitting so long in one spot takes its toll.

My eyes widened when I felt some of the eggs move. I jumped up and nudged a few of the eggs and then cried out happily when I saw a little arm sticking out of one of the eggs and it was moving.

"Maro," I yelled as loud as I could. Seconds later, Maro ran over to the nest out of breath with his eyes wide and alert.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" Maro asked looking for danger.

"They're hatching," I said happily and let out happy chirps with encouragement to the young ones. More eggs started breaking open and I cleaned off the raptors that had fully got out of their eggs. Maro chirped happily and nuzzled a few of the young before nuzzling my neck.

"They're beautiful Maro," I said and he agreed.

"What are we going to name our young?" Maro asked and I saw that we had two girls and three boys.

"Hmmm how about Stacy for one of the girls?" I asked quietly and Maro sent me a loving and comforting look.

"Of course one of the girls can be called Stacy," Maro said and I smiled softly with a tear running down my cheek at the young raptors, my children. I looked up at the sky hoping that Stacy was looking down over me with a smile on her face.

"Now how about Bob for one of the boys," Maro said and I gave him a deadpanned look.

"No," I said and he frowned.

"Please," Maro said and I shook my head.

"There are loads better names out there then Bob for a male raptor," I said and thus Maro and I started fussing over names.

Rain chuckled at her son and Mary fighting over the names of their children. "I have to say she's one of the best things that could have been brought into this pack's life, especially my son's life," Rain said to some female raptors, who agreed wholeheartedly.

The jungle could hear for miles around Maro and Mary fussing over names. The jungle truly would never be the same again.