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The Issue at Hand
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.
-Psalm 139:15-16
Feeling uncomfortable, Diana shifted onto her side. Not long after that, Bruce laid his arm over her, placing a possessive hand on her stomach.
He began to play with the material of her nightgown, grabbing the silk as he formed a fist around it. When he opened his hand, his fingers gently scratched her torso. After about the fifth time he did it, Diana spoke up.
"That tickles."
He drew her closer and gently kissed her shoulder before replying absentmindedly, "Does it?"
Diana turned to face him, and he smiled weakly at her.
"Is something wrong?"
"I'm just distracted."
She began to trace a line on his forehead before settling her hand on his cheek.
"Nothing else?"
He didn't want to answer.
"Scared?"
He let out a rare sigh before giving her his answer. "Terrified."
"Everything's going to be fine, Bruce." Somehow, when she said it, it seemed more believable.
He drew her fingers to his lips and spoke against them. "You're right."
"I know." He watched as her eyes closed and her lips formed a soft smile. When it didn't disappear after some time, he finally asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that I'm happy and very excited."
"And that's it?"
"No, I get scared too, sometimes." She sighed and opened her eyes. "But then I look at you…and I just know."
"I keep having this feeling that I'm going to mess up."
"Don't worry. You will."
"You're not very helpful."
"No one can know the future, Bruce, not even you. But what I do know is that you'll try your hardest, and that will be more than enough."
"I just can't stop thinking that-"
"Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Just do it."
His skepticism only disappeared when he veiled his eyes. As she guided his hand to her stomach, his fingers twitched when they met the silk of her nightgown.
"Did you feel that?"
He removed his hand as if he had been burned, and his eyebrows shot up as he opened his eyes in answer to her question.
"I didn't say you could open them."
He closed his eyes again. "Good boy."
She waited until his breathing had become as slow as hers before continuing.
"I started feeling him--"
"Or her."
"Or her kick earlier today. Sometimes I think I can picture what he-"
"Or she."
Diana huffed in annoyance. "Or she looks like. What do you see right now?"
"This is silly."
"What color hair do you see?"
"Diana, I doubt--"
"Answer the question, Wayne." She could see his eyes roll underneath his eyelids.
"Obviously, the child is going to have black hair."
"Whose chin does the baby have?"
"If it's a girl, hopefully yours."
She asked him "Whose nose?" before gently kissing his.
"Does it matter?"
"I suppose it doesn't. We both have very nice noses."
Bruce smiled at that, but didn't say anything as Diana stared at his face, hoping that their child would grow to look like him.
"Diana?"
"I think he'll have blue eyes."
"There's a possibility they could be green. My mom's were."
"That would be lovely, too. Can you believe we only have three more months before we find out? I can't wait to see our baby." She grabbed his hand excitedly.
He gently squeezed her fingers, then reached out blindly with both of their hands to feel for her stomach. Once she had guided it there, they lied there silently thinking of the enormity of the situation. They had been entrusted with a child--the living and breathing evidence of their love. It was a very sobering and, yet, comforting thought.
"I love you, Bruce."
This time when he opened his eyes, she didn't chastise him.
"I love you, too."
He thought about kissing her but decided to first get her opinion on something he had been wondering about since the day they had discovered they were going to have a family.
"Do you want our child to have powers?"
"I hope he does. I want to see you chasing after a flying wondertot." She started giggling. "Could you imagine giving the batbaby a bath?"
Bruce could and chuckled along with Diana at the thought. "He'll probably break my fingers."
"So you want a boy then?"
"You certainly seem convinced that it will be a boy. But, yes, I do." He belatedly added, "I'll be happy no matter what we have."
"I'm sure it won't make much of a difference. Eventually, we'll have plenty of boys and girls."
"Just how many children do you want?"
Diana pursed her lips in thought, as she looked towards the ceiling in contemplation. "How many rooms does the manor have?"
"That's mighty ambitious."
"You're a superhero. I'm sure you can handle it." She looked at him as if the answer were in doubt. "Right, Batman?"
"Affirmative, Wonder Woman." And then he got to work.
Just before his patrol got really interesting, Diana pushed Bruce away lightly.
He looked at her in alarm. "What is it? Is the baby kicking again? Did I hurt you?"
"No. I just have to use the restroom." And with that she got off of the bed.
Another "moment" ruined by her pregnancy bladder. Bruce groaned. It was going to be a long and frustrating three months.
The End
In my mind, this takes place after the events in my story The Starry Nights.
I don't really know what color Bruce's mom's eyes were; I chose green.