Six months was much too long for Rodan.

The second month wasn't so bad. It was fairly the same as the first one. The other Titans still couldn't tell that Rodan was pregnant, let alone pregnant with the offspring of Ghidorah. And the large prehistoric reptile planned to keep it that way. The third month brought a little change in his diet. The Fire Demon was always hungry, digging into his food like it was going to be his last meal. Then later on he would end up throwing up the contents in his stomach to the point that only acid was coming up from his throat. He was often in a bad mood when the fourth month came and by the time the fifth rolled in he was wondering how the heck Mothra had dealt with this twice. His stomach had grown a little, not enough to make it look like he was carrying young inside of him but enough for some of the others to think he had gained weight.

"I'm telling you, some flying around might be helpful for you," Kong told Rodan after the pair had been talking for almost an hour. Smiling nervously as he glanced away, the prehistoric reptile chuckled to lighten the mood as he mumbled, "Yeah, maybe I should do that." Saying their goodbyes, the Fire Demon watched as the giant ape started making the long trek back to his home Skull Island. Sighing heavily, he looked down at his stomach. He had been pregnant for a total of five and a half months. It was almost time. And he wasn't one bit ready, not yet. Feeling a kick in his abdomen, he groaned and muttered, "It's okay little ones, we're going to be fine." Deep down inside of him though, the King of the Skies was scared. He didn't feel safe.

For starters, there was the people. Sure, the closest settlement was several miles away from the volcano Rodan called home. But they seemed to have this strange fascination to come over just to get a glimpse of him. It made him uncomfortable, his skin crawling with unease. He never trusted humans and he hated how they intruded upon his privacy. The second reason was because the other Titans. They would come over every once in a while to see him. In the past, he enjoyed their company. But with him being so close to popping, he feared that someone would be over at the wrong time. If someone was to discover his little secret and tell everyone else, Rodan and his unborn young would be in grave danger. The prehistoric reptile couldn't bare the thought of losing even one of his babies. They were his world, the only thing that mattered to him at the moment. He was going to make sure that they all made it. And that dream wasn't going to happen if he stayed here. Luckily for him, he had the ideal place to raise his young. Leaning down and nuzzling his side, he whispered, "Hang in there little ones, we're just gonna be moving to a new location."

Spreading his immense wings, Rodan took to the air and flew away from the volcano that he had lived in for almost six to seven years while the perfect home stayed in his mind.