A/N: Ok, Ok, so I fell out of this….again. Sorry! I was in D.C. last week and then I had to catch up this week. I know, I know. I'm running out of excuses, but I'm trying to get back into swing of things. I also wanted to post my Halloween update so, yeah. Also, writing another story with my Best Friend in the whole wide world. So, yeah.


UPDATE 9/23/16-

I took Raven and Dick out of this story and replaced them with Shayera and John. They didn't fit in with What Makes Bruce Happy. It just wasn't working out right, so I changed it.


UPDATE 10/28/16-

So that hold Bruce breaking down part just wasn't cutting it for me so I changed it. It was just so out of character for him. So, the new part isn't as dramatic but gets a teensy weensy bit explicit.

Thx!

AMM


~Bruce's POV~

Today, we are decorating the twin's room. We chose to do make the second biggest room in the house theirs. It's 2 doors down from our room.

Diana invited Clark, Shayera, Wally, and John over to help. Alfred is also going to be bringing us refreshments and lunch whenever it's needed. It's only been 5 days since Amazon, but my knee and wrist feel pretty much fine if I can get a pain pill in around lunch. My ribs are killing me but I'm to the point I no longer wince or make any noises or faces when it hurts, especially since if I did, Diana wouldn't let me get anywhere close to the nursery.

I come out of the master bathroom when Diana comes into the bedroom rubbing her stomach. I smile at my largely pregnant wife. I walk over to her and she smiles up at me. I lean down and kiss her on the lips. I give her one more kiss and then grab my shirt off the bed. I put a light blue shirt on and grey shorts and then grab Diana's hand and we head down to where everyone is sitting in the living room.

~Diana's POV~

I know Bruce is in pain. I can tell in his eyes and how he tries not to wince whenever he has to put a shirt on. I want to roll my eyes at him, yell at him for being so stubborn, and kiss him at the same time. I know he wants to decorate the nursery even though he is in no state to be doing so.

I knew Bruce would get over the sprained knee and wrist quickly, he always has, but the ribs are a whole other story. I know Bruce has had a broken rib or 2 before, but he's never been this persistent on getting over it and dealing with the pain. He's so willing to hurt himself even more just because he wants to decorate, but it warms my heart to know he's already pushing through pain just so that he can decorate the twins' room. My point is already been proven that he will do anything for these two, no matter how much pain he's in or how busy he may be. They'll love him almost as much as I do.

We start heading down the stairs when I stumble. Bruce easily catches me and immediately pulls me to him in a protective embrace. It must hurt, since he's so tense, but he doesn't say so and just hugs me closer. I hug him back and then start pulling on his hand to continue down the stairs.

We get to the bottom without me stumbling anymore and see everyone just sitting around, looking bored as hell. I start laughing at the faces Wally and Shayera are making to keep each other occupied and then everyone's heads turn and look at us. Bruce shifts his weight a little, obviously not the biggest fan of having all eyes on him even though I'm the one who laughed.

Wally starts cracking up as John tries to imitate Bruce's stance. Arms crossed over his chest, pulling most of his shirt taught, legs spread a little as if he'll have to jump at any time and a snarl on his face. John crosses his arms, pulls his shirt back from where his arms are, spreads his legs really far, and I don't know what he was trying to do with his face. It looks like he was run over or something. Shayera is laughing and her face starts turning red. Wally is also bending over, laughing. Clark is just chuckling and I'm trying to contain giggles. Bruce looks at John and raises and eyebrow then drops his arms and turns back to me.

~Bruce's POV~

Clark walks up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, which I don't really like. I shrug his hand off and look at him. He looks right back, smile in place, gleam in his eyes; hair pulled back and smooth looking. I, on the other hand, am almost glaring, my eyes are dulling into his, and my hair is sticking up in every direction because I could care less when it comes to keeping it neat. Between the two us of, you'd actually think he's the one that owns the manor, not me.

"Bruce, can I talk to you for a minute." Clark asks me, trying to herd me away from Diana and Wally who are currently having a conversation on something.

"Fine," I say, following him to the other side of the room.

"Listen, Bruce. I know you were in a fight this past week and injured yourself and," I cut him off.

"No, you listen, Clark. These are my kids and I will not let anyone tell me that I cannot help decorate their room. My kids, not yours or anyone else's so-" he cuts me off this time.

"Knew you were going to do this. Bruce, all I'm saying is, don't do anything that will endanger your chance at being a father. Bruce, you are going to be a dad in, how many months?"

"Two," I say.

"Two months. Wow, you're so lucky. You and Diana have been blessed with twins. Twins!" He yells, shaking me and making everyone look at us. I try and get my arms out of his grip but he keeps shaking me. I'm getting dizzy. He suddenly stops and I have to grab onto the table next to me to maintain my balance again.

He lowers his voice and says, "Ok, so, just don't do anything that will make it so you can't enjoy being with your kids in 2 months. If you know there is something that probably won't be best for you to do, please don't be stubborn and do it, just think about if that were to go wrong, how could you do things with your kids. That's all I'm saying, ok?" he asks grabbing my shoulders again I try and shrug them off, afraid he's going to shake me again, when he lets go. I breathe a sigh of relief then I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see Diana smiling up at me.

I smile down at her and she starts leaning up to kiss me. I meet her a little more then half way and give her a soft, gentle kiss. I then pull her to me and give her a hug. "I love you," I whisper.

"I love you too," I hear her whisper back.

Then I feel arms on my back and Wally saying, " I love you all and to you all, I love."

Diana starts laughing and Wally lets go of my back and walks around to where I can see the questioning look on his face. "What's so funny?"

"This," I say as I tackle him to the ground.

"Hey, Bats!" he says struggling to get me off of him. I pin him to the ground easily and I straddle his waist with a bored expression on his face.

"You're still way to easy." I say with a smirk and start to get up. Remembering the days we used to train, he would always flip me over whenever I stood up. Not this time.

As I'm standing up, he's brings his legs up to his chest, feet up as if he were pushing something up, then I flip over him and land it, catching him by surprise just in time to watch him kick his legs up and have them come back down awkwardly. Everyone starts clapping and I bow. I'm letting me be me. Letting the old Bruce shine through. The one Diana loves so much.

Diana walks back over to me and places her hand around my back, resting it on my broken ribs. I try not to tense, but I can't help it. I tense up a little and I see her shake her head in my peripheral vision. I'm already pushing it on decorating the nursery. Clark says I shouldn't do anything to endanger my chances for 2 months from now; he doesn't have to worry about it. Diana will keep me from doing it.

"Hey, do you think you could get everyone's attention to tell them we're ready for them up in the nursery?" she whispers.

"Sure." I whisper back.

"Hey! Listen up; we're ready to start decorating the nursery, but before you do anything, Diana will show you what we are trying to do."

Diana leaves my side and goes looking for the pictures we printed off earlier. She comes back in the room with 4 different pictures, all different angles of the room.

"The walls are already painted the color we want. The cribs are the same and they each have drawers underneath them. The one that we put all the way up against the wall will be for our boy, but since we don't the other baby's gender, we will not put a blue or pink blanket out. The cribs need to be put together and moved. The toy bin needs to be built and the stickers and hanging lights need the covers put on. The rocking chairs need to be moved and then I think we'll be done unless Bruce and I decide to put some finishing touches somewhere." She shrugs her shoulders and then looks to me.

"Ok, let's head upstairs and," I say pushing Wally's chest as he runs by me quickly. "I'm not ready for running in the house so you can walk with the rest of us." I smirk at him as he snarls at me, though that snarl is quickly turned into a smile and small shrug of his shoulders.

I turn to Diana and grab her hand then we head upstairs.

~Diana's POV~

(Once everyone is upstairs and things are out of their boxes, ready to be built….)

"Clark and Bruce, starting setting up the cribs," and as Bruce walks by, I grab his arm and turn him to look at me. He smiles a small smile. "Bruce, please don't do anything stupid. Don't be stubborn for once and if there's something you're not sure about doing, please don't do it. Let Clark handle it, please."

He cups the side of my face and runs his thumb over my cheekbone. "I'll try my hardest not to do anything that wouldn't be smart. Ok?" he leans forward and kisses my forehead.

"Ok," I whisper back. Then he leans down and gives me a quick kiss before heading over to where Clark was looking at the instructions to the crib as if he'd never seen anything more complicated. Bruce took the instructions from Clark and turned them upside down and then shakes his head as they start getting the pieces separated.

"Shayera and John, could you work on the lamp shades? They look easier then they are. I've already tried putting them up and epically failed."

"Sure," Shayera says, heading towards the tan lamps shades with a zebra and leopard print. Bruce was a little hesitant about them, but gave in when we decided to go with an animal/African and Asian theme. The stickers we have are all different African and Asian animals.

"Wally, could you work on the toy bin? And then put the toys around it in there neatly? I know you don't do neat, but could you try?"

"I could do neat if I wanted to." He says. "I just choose not to." I hear him mumble as he heads towards the toy bin pieces lying on the floor.

I head towards the stickers, wishing I could do something more exciting but holding these 2 is enough.

I soon here "Ahh dammit." And immediately turn around, recognizing Bruce's voice and afraid that he hurt himself. But then I see him looking at the crib and that's when I notice the part that is supposed to slide down so you can put the baby in the crib, is upside down. I start to giggle.

"Clark?" Bruce says in a slightly pissed off tone.

"Yeah," he asks, walking around to Bruce.

"This was your side. I didn't have the sliding side."

"Yes, Bruce. I'm well aware that this is my side."

"No, uh, Clark, you don't get what I'm trying to tell you." Bruce has put his hand on the upside down sliding part.

"Clark, we don't want to hold the mattress," and with that he pulls the sliding part up and the mattress comes sliding out of the crib.

"Everyone starts cracking up as Bruce smirks at Clark and Clark turns a bright shade of red.

"Next crib, I'm doing this side." Bruce grabs the screwdriver and starts unscrewing the screws. Clark grabs the other screwdriver and we all get back to work.

"Done!" Shayera shouts. I turn around and see that she was successful with the lampshade when I wasn't. "Ha! Beat you!"

"You must've cheated, these shades are impossible!" John says, trying to come up with an excuse for his loss.

I cut in, "John, what's with all the competiveness?"

"I want to beat her at something! She wins everything! I swear she cheats!"

I start laughing and go over to put the last sticker on the wall. Of course it's the giraffe, the tallest sticker I have and I can't reach to push its head onto the wall. Then I feel hands wrap around my stomach and a kiss on my neck then the warmth behind me leaves as Bruce comes around me to push the Giraffe all the way on to the wall. The stretch must've hurt because when the giraffe was all the way on, he shoots his hand back down by his side. He turns around to smile at me but it doesn't completely meet his eyes. His eyes have a small amount of pain in them.

"That didn't count, right?"

Confused, I ask, "What? Count for what?"

"Does this count for doing something stupid when I should've let Clark do it? I honestly didn't even think about it. All I saw was my beautifully pregnant wife trying to reach the rest of the sticker and immediately came over to help."

"I'll let you slide this time, but the is the only time! Got it, Mr. Wayne? And I'm just letting it slide because you called me beautiful."

"I meant it." He says looking me straight in the eyes. "Now, Mrs. Wayne, would you like to see the first crib?" he asks as he turns me around to see the first crib now successfully assembled.

"It's so cute! John, Clark, could you move this crib under the stickers over here, up against the wall, please?" I see Bruce put on a scowl. "I don't want you doing anything to put you in more pain." I turn around and see Shayera going over to finish John's lampshade.

Just then, Alfred comes through the door. "Lunch is ready."

After Clark and John have the crib exactly where I want it, they head downstairs for lunch followed by Wally and Shayera. I turn to leave the room when I see Bruce sitting in one of the rocking chairs, his head in his hands.

"Bruce?" I ask., walking up to him, afraid he hurt himself more then he let on or that he hurt himself without me knowing.

Bruce doesn't look up from his hands, he doesn't move at all, actually. Then he starts rocking and then I see his body start to shake.

"Bruce!" I dash over to him, but before I reach him, he gets out of the chair and kneels on the floor. His face is down and his hands are at his side. He looks helpless, lost in a world of misery.

I walk up to him and get on the ground next to him. I gently lay a hand on his shoulder but he just shrugs it off. Whatever's bothering him is really getting to him. I hear someone coming up the stairs and stand up, heading towards the door. I walk into the hallway and see Clark heading towards me.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

"I think it's his parents." I say, turning back to look at the nursery. "I can't even imagine how he must feel."

"Do you want me to try and talk to him?" Clark asks, setting his hand on my shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"I don't think he'll hear you. He kept shrugging me off and he's never done that before. I think Bruce is in his own little world right now. I feel movement from my son up top, but none from Baby 2. I don't feel him move much, but he keeps kicking around my ribs. I put my hand by my ribs and try to enjoy the little movement I'm getting from him, though I can't help but think of Bruce.

"You go back down and just tell them Bruce is hungry. I'll just eat something later." Clark looks at me like he's going to argue but must see no point because then he turns around and heads downstairs. I turn back towards the nursery and walk in to see Bruce in the same position I left him in.

"Master Bruce?" I hear from the doorway. I turn and see Alfred looking at Bruce with a worried look.

"He's not really responding. I try to touch his shoulder earlier but he just shrugged me off and he won't answer anything I say. He's been sitting there for almost 5 minutes."

Alfred walks into the room. He looks around and sees how we've decorated so far, he then turns back to look at Bruce. Then he looks at me. "I've only ever seen him like this once. It was after his parents died, but I don't know the reason that would cause him to shut down like this. He's gone through harder times, wishing they were here."

"My kids will have no grandparents, they would've loved this," he finally looks up and peers around the nearly complete nursery. I see his eyes, glassy covers over his sad, yet still brilliant, blue eyes.

"I've been thinking about it all day, unable to help it. Mom loved kids and Dad just loved to joke around with them. He loved the thought of family. He was always trying to spend time with Mom and I, even if it wasn't always possible." Bruce finally looks to me. He stands and walks to me, pulling me into his arms the best to his ability. I put my arms around him then pull one of his hands to our suddenly very active son. I feel his mouth form a smile against my forehead before a wet substance trickles onto my forehead.

Bruce pulls me tighter to him as he struggles to get through this feeling. All I can do is hold him and try to comfort him as best as I can.

"Shall I excuse the superheroes downstairs?"

I pull away from Bruce and look into his eyes. He glances around the nursery before looking back to me and resting his hands on my stomach, one hand by our boy and the other down by baby 2 who suddenly becomes active to Bruce's touch.

"No, don't bother, Alfred. We will let them finish their lunch and then they can all come back up here to help finish." Bruce looks over to me though as Alfred turns to leave.

"Alfred," the butler turns around to look at Bruce. "Let them know they can take their time, I just want to be alone with Diana for awhile."

"Of course, sir." Alfred then leaves the nursery.

Bruce looks at me then pulls me back to him, connecting his lips to mine, searing them together as if the heat running between us could meld us together. His tongue traces my bottom lip, letting him in almost immediately. It's been so long since Bruce and I have been intimate. Recently, I've been needing him badly, but never say anything, especially since the unfortunate events from back home.

I pull on Bruce's hand and lead him out of the nursery and into our room. I push him towards the bed after closing and locking the door behind us and reconnecting our kiss.

"Diana, what are you doing?" he murmurs against my lips.

"You said you wanted to be alone with me. Well, here I am." I say, trying to make him forget, knowing he will stop me.

"Diana," Bruce groans before gently pushing me back. I let the frustration slip through into my eyes and then my disappointment. "Hey," Bruce grabs my chin and pulls me in for a kiss.

"I've just been missing our fun and I've been wanting you lately, but I didn't want to say anything since everything that happened back on Themycira. And I know you're still hurt now, but-" Bruce pulls me into a kiss. A passionate kiss that steals my breath and makes my heart beat faster like it always does just from being around him.

"Princess, you know that broken ribs, a sprained knee, and a sprained ankle wouldn't keep me from satisfying you in your "time of need", but what would," he leaves off, "is that I would be scared. I would be so afraid of hurting you or the babies and I can't do that, so I'm sorry Princess. Or else you know I would."

"But I want you," I beg, not used to it but so needy for him it's almost unbearable.

Bruce looks at me stunned. "Princess," he says breathlessly.

"I know you're trying to be cautious, but really, nothing we do in bed is going to hurt the babies. I promise." Bruce knows I would never make a promise I can't keep, but the hesitance in his eyes is still clearly visible.

"Are you sure?" I do a small victory dance on the inside, knowing that I'm getting to him.

"I'm sure,"

"Absolutely, positively sure?

"Yes,"

"Bruce, I'm not going to get hurt, but I...I need you."

~Bruce's POV~

I look at her, not believing what I'm hearing. Diana hasn't displayed need for me in over a year. Yes, she was always just as eager to get to it as I was, but only on our honey moon, and after she was definitely comfortable with having sex, she would tell me that she was so ready for me or wanted me to do dirty things to her. But like I said, it's been over a year since she has displayed that kind of need.

I bite back a moan as I look at Diana, knowing that I will end up giving in, looking into those eyes of hers will do that for me.

Diana was gorgeous. She had on a quarter-length sleeve shirt that says "Due in March" in Black letters and a blue foot and a question mark next to it (custom made shirt) on her hip and a pair of jeans, fitting snug to her hips. Her breasts were full of milk for my children, larger then normal, and at times, practically popping out of some of the tops she would wear just around the house or to bed on hotter nights.

I want her so damn much especially since starting to transition in to her last phase of pregnancy. She had all the beautiful curves and lushness that drive me insane just from putting an arm around her or seeing her when she climbs into bed next to me. Being around Diana any more is almost painful, as if we were back to before we were together, when the sexual tension could light fires when we were in the same room.

Diana has also developed a habit of trying to wear shirts that are too small for her, letting the roundness of her belly hang out slightly under the shirts, though that's only when we're planning on staying in all day. I loved her fuller breasts, her curvier hips, and her contented smile, especially when the twins become active.

I know I'll love her lean lines again, Diana will have them back in no time, but there's just something about this pregnant amazon that makes me want to circle around her, and drive her to the nearest bed. The urge to constantly "make sure" she was pregnant couldn't be normal, could it?

And she always smelled good. Trying different lotions or oils, trying lavender and jasmine and amber, but also more tropical or sweet, fruity scents. She liked having me rub the lotion or oils on her, especially if it meant rubbing her belly. She loved it, moaning slightly whenever I was able to get a movement out of the twins.

I've been trying like hell to be a considerate partner and keep my hands to myself, but between Wayne Industries and Batman duties and the recent events in Themycira, I'm losing my sanity.

"I just don't want to hurt you," I say, fear washing through me that we'd get so caught up in the moment like we usually do, that she or the twins will be hurt in some way.

"Bruce, I'm not asking for rough, I just want passion and love. I want to feel your grunting, growly, goodness again." She whispers as she draws closer to me and wraps her arms around my neck.

Or at least she tries to.

I feel Diana's hand trail down my chest, then my stomach, coming to a rest at my groin. I shiver as she cups me with a sweet familiarity.

"Hello, big boy," she comments.

"Diana-" I whimper. "God, you're making me crazy!

"We should do something about that," she whispers in my ear, moving to kiss along my neck and above my tee shirt.

Even though I was trying to keep my tactical side in mind, but I feel myself swell eagerly to the stroke of her fingers through my shorts. Nobody had a grip like Diana.

"Oh yes, you do like me!" Diana giggled as she caressed my thickening erection. "Wow! You are very happy to see me!"

I moan and suddenly Diana has the waist of my shorts pulled down and she's pulling my erection out of my boxers, freeing my throbbing erection, letting it throb in her palm.

I close my eyes to try and keep some level of restraint, should I open my eyes and look at my luscious, round Diana, I'd go off on a pre-emptive strike and that definitely would be bad.

I turn my head to kiss her, tongue flicking into her mouth to rob her of her breath. I pull away, gasping as does she.

"Don't stop, please, God, please, Diana. I've tried to be good and considerate, I really have, but holy hell, you are a fucking GODDESS when you're knocked up!" I gasp as she squeezes me tightly.

"A goddess," Diana echoes, and the hint of gloat in her voice was evident. "Oh, that's good, Bruce. That's really good, I like that. Get your pants off, now." I'm not used to Diana being this assertive, but I do it any way.

Diana cups my face and I feel her hands, refreshingly cool on my warming skin as I let my pants fall to the ground and I step out of them.

Diana steps away from me for a moment and pulls her t-shirt off, showing her heaving breasts in her lacy bra.

I blink, startled that she's really this serious about doing this, especially with guests downstairs. Diana leans in to kiss me, her mouth on mine, hungry and hot.

I want more, so much more. Right now.

Diana grabs my hand and pulls me to the bed, pushing me back on to it before getting on top of me herself.

I prop my self into a half way sitting position where my head is elevated against the head board along with the top of my back, but I'm still laying down enough that Diana can move back and forth easily enough. We've done this multiple times, and she has referred to it before as Riding the Reclining Billionaire.

This time, though, there is a degree of lustful smugness in the eyes that even though her hand had wondered back to my cock to rub me some more, I couldn't miss it.

I look up into her face, playing with her hard nipples and noting her pleasured expression.

"Baby-" I begin to say but she gets off of me for a moment and undoes the button of her jeans so she's now in her underwear. She sways her hips while walking over to me and then grabs the ends of my shirt and begins to pull up. She gets it to under my arms before I sit up so she can pull it over my head. She then moves to pull off my boxers and about to come back and sit on me before I carefully yet forcefully grab her and pin her to the mattress, curving my body around the side of her.

She shrieks and giggles as I kiss her until I pull the straps of her bra down her arms, then pulling down the cups to expose her nipples. I lick two of my fingers slightly before circling them around Diana's left nipple. I eventually bring my head down and lick at the nipple, sucking it into my mouth before releasing it back out. I kiss up the side of her breast, letting my fingers come back to pinch and twist.

I trail my fingers to her other breast, repeating the treatment before leaning down to kiss the top of Diana's stomach. I feel my son shift positions before settling back down like his normal quiet self.

I kiss down to where baby 2 lies and press a kiss there, feeling the baby shift as well but not make much movement.

I kiss Diana's tattoo on her hip before lying between her legs and staring at her center. It's dripping and red and I can't help but to lean in and press an open mouthed kiss there. Diana gasps and rest her hand under her stomach in a cradle-like motion.

I run the tip of my tongue along her slit and move her legs over my shoulders, giving me better access. I then flatten my tongue and run that along her slit as well before moving to her sensitive nub and sucking on that. In time with the sucking, Diana starts to move her hips, matching the rhythm. Diana moves her hands from holding her stomach to what I can assume is above her head since I can't really see from my position, our babies are blocking the way.

"Ahh," Diana moans when I bring my middle finger in to the equation. I thrust it up inside of her while still sucking her nub. She arches her back slightly and her hips take on a rhythm of their own, grinding now against my hand and my face as she starts clenching my finger. Wanting to pleasure her further, I add 2 more fingers and hook up, touching her g-spot and making her almost cry out before she puts her arm over her mouth to muffle herself. I feel her squeezing tighter and tighter and then the most delicious fluid fills my mouth.

I moan against her and suck down every last drop before pulling away. Diana moves her legs off my shoulders and slowly sits up, still trying to come down from her high. She looks sated, yet unsatisfied as I look into her big blue eyes. She puts her hands in my hair and pulls my mouth to her, moaning when she tastes herself on my tongue. I bring my hands up to her breasts and slowly begin massaging them before I bring my lips to her nipples once more and suck, though this time far harder and I nip at the tips.

"Ooh, Bruce," she moans, dropping one hand from my hair and putting it behind her for support as she tips her head back. The other hand, however, grabs on and pulls me to her harder. I growl at her assertiveness before switching to the other breast to give the same rough pleasure.

Diana takes her other hand from my hair and brings it between my legs. She takes hold of my dick and starts stroking it, pumping it up and down, making me harder in her hand. I pull away and look to her to find her watching her hand. I look down as well before taking her hand and moving it aside. But she brings it back and and pushes me backwards, forcing me onto my back once more.

Diana kneels over between my legs and grabs my now painfully swollen cock in her hand.

I lift my head to look at her. "Diana, you don't have-" she takes me into her mouth. "Unh," I groan out and my head falls back against the mattress. She sucks the head, pulling it into her mouth before letting it fall out and massaging it with her hand.

Then, when I'm finally getting her rhythm down, she takes more of me in. "Ah, fuck, Diana." I growl, my hands going to her hair. I'm trying to be gentle, but I can't make any promises.

When I feel myself getting to the verge of exploding, Diana pulls away. She crawls up onto my lap and takes my oh so ready cock and puts it at her entrance. She then sinks down with no warning to me at all.

"Ooh, Baby," she moans as she puts her hands on my chest, flicking my nipples with her finger tips.

She begins to shift back and forth but she has me so far gone that I just thrust up into her, hard.

"Unh!" she shouts, stopping any movement she had. She leans back on my knees while I thrust up into her, every intent I have is to make her come. Make her so sated and satisfied that she could fall asleep afterwards and not get up until tomorrow night.

When I feel her starting to tighten, she leans forward, stilling my hips by placing her hands on them and pushing them to the bed. Then she starts to ride me. She rocks back and forth with strong movements, before starting to raise herself off of me as well.

"Oh, God. Princess," I moan, appreciating the feeling of her still tightening but the in and out movement driving me in further and further towards bliss. I start meeting her downwards thrusts with upwards thrusts of my own when she moves her hands to rest on my chest again.

I move my own hands to grab her ass so I can thrust up better.

That's when I feel her full clench my cock in a vice grip and her fluids rush over me. I hold on, trying not to let go, though it's hard, and keep thrusting up into her to hold onto the feeling, keep it going for her as long as I can.

"Ahh!" She shouts, but I put my hand over her mouth to muffle any further noises, still remembering the dining room full of superheroes downstairs.

"Princess, Shhh!" I shush her, but feel myself getting louder. I bite the tip of my tongue to keep myself from shouting out when I finally reach the point where I can't hold on any longer.

"Mmmm," She moans as my release paints her insides. She grabs the hand covering her mouth and pulls it to her lips, putting 2 of my fingers inside and sucking on them.

"God, Princess," and I thrust up into her, unable to halt my movements.

"Bruce," she moans back, rolling off of me and laying on her back.

I look over at her and watch her eyes start to droop, watching my wish from earlier play out. "Tired, Princess?" I ask, nuzzling her jaw.

"And very content and satisfied, yes."

"I love you, Diana." I whisper, cradling her stomach, stroking the spots where my children lie.

She smiles before rolling onto her side and scooting backwards, looking for warmth since we are still on top of the duvet. I cradle her body to mine and kiss her neck until I feel her sleeping evenly and peacefully beside me. I slowly unwrap my body from around hers then gently roll off the mattress, pulling my boxers on. I walk around and bend over Diana, picking her up in my arms and only faltering for a second as my ribs try and protest in my movements.

I prop my knee on the bed frame so I can use one hand to pull back the covers before lying Diana down and tucking her in, watching her hands go to the giant bump of her belly to cradle our babies. I kiss the twins, feeling slight movement once more, but still nothing major and then Diana on the forehead.

I walk into the master bathroom, flipping on the shower and closing the door in an attempt to not wake Diana, since the twins keep her up through the night and she occupies herself during the day doing who knows what since I'm normally at work.

I strip out of my boxers before stepping into the shower and letting the warm water sooth my still sore and tired muscles from Themycira. I then tilt my head back as to get my hair wet before reaching for the shampoo to begin washing my hair. I go through the motions, nothing on my mind but Diana and the twins, wondering if I was to rough at the end and whether or not baby 2 is another boy or a little girl. I would be perfectly fine with either, knowing my heart would be content, and who's to say that in the future I want maybe a girl if we have both boys or another boy or girl if there is one of each, that Diana and I couldn't have another. That thought makes my heart race, thinking of the letters I wrote her for our wedding day gifts to each other.

Would she open the letters addressed as Open When We Have Our First Child and Open When We Have Our Second Child when the twins are born or if we do ever have more kids? I know Diana loves kids, but would she want more kids after the twins, especially if we both might be fertile since it took only one try to conceive twins without even trying to?

I've never been one to think of my future, but I can't help it when it comes to Diana. But these worries stick with me as I climb out of the shower. If Diana doesn't want more kids, that's ok, but personally, I wouldn't mind having at least one more after the twins. I would do whatever she wants. When it comes down to it, yes, I would be sad at first, but then I would talk myself into enjoying the two that I'll have and Diana.

I rub the towel on my hair before putting on some deodorant and leaving the bathroom. I throw the towel in the hamper in the bedroom as I walk past it on the ways to the dresser. I pull out a pair of boxers along with a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt out of the closet. I take 2 pain killers as my ribs start biting my ass about picking up a 7 months pregnant woman, who is pregnant with twins, and moving her around on the bed. I swallow the meds before leaving the room and quietly closing the door behind me.

My thoughts that started the whole thing tonight are still on my mind. I hadn't realized I'd zoned out, so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear Diana speaking to me and when I felt something on my shoulder, I thought I was finally losing it and it was my mom's hand. I was shaking it off, not wanting to let myself be consumed in any hallucination that they were here, letting the vision pull me into it's grasp and not let me go.

I go down the stairs, taking 2 at a time before heading into the dining room where I heard laughter.

"Bruce!" Clark shouts from the other side of the room. He comes towards me and I feel myself tense, not wanting him to shake me again. Clark stops right in front of me. "Is Diana ok?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Well, you're down here and she's not so I was afraid something was wrong with her."

"Nope, nothing wrong. She just fell asleep and I let her. The twins keep her up at night and she prefers to remain busy during the day." I assure him.

"Ok, that's good."

"Could you help me come finish moving the other crib?" I ask, pointing behind me.

"Yeah, sure." He walks around me. Shayera looks to me expectantly before silencing Wally and John.

"Diana fell asleep, sorry about that. But we're still going to finish the nursery, it'll be a nice surprise when she wakes up."

Shayera nods and Wally attempt to run past me once more before my hand on his chest is pushing him back.

"I told you I'm ready for running in the house yet." Wally just nods, but quickly walks around me and up the stairs.

I follow them up the stairs with Alfred suddenly trailing behind me.

"Should you really be picking those cribs up, Master Bruce? Don't think I didn't see you favoring your ribs."

"I took some pain meds after getting out of the shower, Alfred. I'm just waiting for them to kick in."

"Alright, if you say so." Alfred pulls back before turning around to go back to the dining room and clean up lunch.
I rush towards the nursery when I hear Wally starting to shout. I hear Shayera trying to tell him to shut the hell up, but he's not listening.

"Wally," I demand, walking into the room. He immediately quiets down.

"My wife is right across the hall, getting a decent amount of rest for the first time in what seems like forever. You are going to shut up or you can go and I know Diana would not be happy to hear that you didn't get to help finish the nursery. Do you understand?"

Wally nods before going over to finish putting the toys away in the toy box that he'd left earlier.

I walk over to the last crib and prepare to move it as Clark goes to the other end with shock and concern on his face.

"Bruce, why don't you let-"

"It's one crib, I took pain meds before I came downstairs, lets just move it." Clark doesn't question it again as we pick it up and move it where I'd imagine Diana wanting it. It was where she was motioning earlier. And if not, Alfred and I can move it to where she does.

Clark pulls me to the side after we adjusted the crib against the wall. "I've never heard you call Diana your wife apart from your wedding night."

"You think I don't love her or something?" I ask, bewildered and starting to get angry if that's what they've been thinking of Diana and I's relationship.

"Woah, calm down Bruce. I see the storm clouds gathering in your eyes. That's not what I said. I can see the love when you two look at each other. I'm just saying, you always call her Princess or Diana. I've never heard you claim her as your wife. I bet she would've loved to hear that." I just nod and turn away from him as I hear John say my name.

"Shayera and I are going to go ahead and go."

"Thanks John, Shayera."

"Of course," Shayera responds. "Just protect that wife of yours." I put a hand over my eyes, knowing I shouldn't have called Diana wife since everyone now won't leave me alone about it.

Both Shayera and John chuckle as they escort themselves out. I see Wally finish filling the toy bin before standing and slowly walking to me.
"Sorry about earlier, Bats. I just got a little excited. I wasn't trying to wake Diana."

I sigh, knowing I'd over reacted myself. "Yeah," is all I respond with.

"Well, I'm going to go ahead and take my leave. The nursery looks great. Tell Di I said bye when she wakes up."

"Alright, thanks for the help, Wally." He nods before turning and making a rather hasty exit.

"I guess I should be going too, though I wish you would let me stay and talk with you."

"Kal, you obviously know me enough to know that I don't want to talk. Honestly, I don't talk to Diana or even Alfred as much as I should so I'm not really comfortable talking about anything with you."

"I know, that's who you are. Well, I agree with Wally. The nursery looks great. I hope Diana likes it and if you guys need any help whether that be moving or rearranging something or a babysitter, since I know Lois would want to, once the twins are born, just let us know."

"Thanks Kal, appreciate it." Clark shakes my hand and leaves, leaving me to myself in the nursery.

Afraid that I will be sucked back into my state of mind from earlier, I leave the room, closing the door behind me as I hear Alfred wishing Clark safe travels home.

I go downstairs in time to see Alfred going into his room and closing the door.
I go into the home office with the mind to get work done but I get lost in thought. So lost in thought, that I wake up with majorly sore ribs in the morning because of the position I fell asleep in sitting in my chair.


A/N: Well, that was long! I didn't mean for it to be that long, but when I drag this story out for 1 week give or take a few days, you don't notice how long the story is until you look down and realize, oh wow. 8th page and 4,223 words. Wow. Anyways, sorry, hoping to get back into it. Still hoping for ideas on Diana's birth….Thanks!


UPDATE 10/28/16-

Yeah, that original segment was 4,223 words long. This one, right here, is 8,216, counting the words typed in the updates. That went actually pretty well, in my opinion. Hope you guys agree!

Thx!

AMM