A/N: Hello Again, Everyone! It's really been too long this time… mostly because I've exhausted about every one of my ideas and cannot for the life of me think of anything else to happen to our heroes. I guess the next logical step would be a trip to Smallville, but… that sounds really boring… well. We'll find out together.

Martha Kent sat on her porch as she always did on Saturday mornings and prepared to watch the sun blossom across the Kansas sky while she ate her breakfast when a familiar silhouette broke the usual scene. She smiled to herself and put her bowl down on the nearby table to walk to the end of the driveway to meet her son. She plodded along for a short while, watching the familiar red and blue blur come slowly into focus.

Martha puzzled to herself when she noticed that he wasn't quite the right shape, almost as if he was carrying something. She put her arm up to rest on the mailbox and Clark, now back in civilian clothing, seemed to materialize in front of her and they quickly embraced. Martha felt feeble against the solid man she'd raised, and was about to tell him so, but when she opened her eyes, she spied a woman with her hair back in a low bun and box-ish glasses standing behind him.

"Who's your friend, Clark?"

"Oh! Ma, this is Diana." He said as he sidestepped as to refrain from further obstructing either one's view of the other.

Diana gave a weak smile. "Diana Prince.", and stuck out her hand.

Contrary to Diana's expectations, Mrs. Kent gave her a warm embrace and replied "I'm Mrs. Kent." For a moment, Diana believed that this visit wouldn't be as bad as she'd feared, but the knot in her stomach that wasn't a baby returned when Mrs. Kent felt the bump under Diana's loose-fitting coat that she'd selected specifically for deception purposes.

"I see. Well let's get you two inside."

Mrs. Kent's living room didn't make Diana feel any more comfortable. It looked to her like their decorator (presumably Mrs. Kent herself), had fiercely rejected modern stylings sometime in the sixties, and hadn't upgraded her technology very much since the eighties. Diana sat on the edge of the couch with her body looking like it was ready to pop at any moment.

Mrs. Kent sank into her recliner and turned to face her guests, "So. I'm going to be a grandmother eh?"

Clark took Diana's hand and replied with a solid yes.

Mrs. Kent smiled. "Well. It's not what I'd have expected from you Clark, but I wish both of you all the happiness in the world.

Once again, Diana felt momentary relief before Mrs. Kent could shatter it all over again.

"But…" Mrs. Kent trailed off.

Nervously, Diana piped up with a tentative "yes?"

"Will its magic powers be a problem for it later in life?"

"w-what?", stammered the parents

"Diana's magic powers: I'm sure the baby will get a few of them."

At that moment Diana understood Mrs. Kent's question.

"I think you have me confused with someone else."

"Oh, don't be coy, Diana, you're secret's safe with me."

"Ma, she's not Zatanna."

"Really? You're not the one with the top hat and the magic powers?"

"N-No, ma'am, I'm… I'm…" Rather than say her name Diana just took off her classes and hair tie before crossing her arms in an "X" pose in front of her chest."

Mrs. Kent's jaw hit the floor.

"No Way. No Way! You're Wonder Woman! I can't believe I didn't recognize you! Oh John! Come here its Wonder Woman!" Mrs. Kent grabbed Diana's hand and continued to babble excitedly as Jonathan Kent rushed down stairs.

"What is it Martha?" he shouted with genuine concern.

"John, look: it's Wonder Woman!"

"Really?", he asked

"Yes!"

Diana nearly winced as Mrs. Kent wrung her hand excitedly.

"How long have you two been dating?"

"Um... a few years." Diana was shocked at how quickly Clark's mother had turned into a babbling schoolgirl, and almost more so at how Clark was acting like it was pretty commonplace.

She then received a few hearty back pats from Mr. Kent who seemed equally pleased, yet better at controlling his enthusiasm than his wife.

In all the commotion, they hardly noticed a third person nearly fall down the stairs and groan something close to "wussgoinon?"

Clark looked back over the couch to see Connor Kent, still in his pajamas, struggling to stay on his feet at the banister.

"Nothing, Connor. You can go back to bed." Smiled Clark at his brother/cousin.

Hearing this, Mrs. Kent called to the boy on the stairs: "Connor! Wonder Woman is here!"

"Oh. Hi, Wonder Woman. I'm… I'm going back to bed. It was nice to meet you." Connor yawned and trudged back up the stairs, and Diana decided that he reminded her of Cassie when she had come to stay on Themyscira for a few weeks, but then remembered that Connor's dilemma was a bit more reasonable because it was six A.M. on a Saturday, rather than dawn every day of the week. It was only the silence that brought Diana out of her reminiscing of that eventful time. Sensing that she had been asked a question she replied to no one in particular with "sorry, could you repeat that?"

Mrs. Kent flushed a little and responded with "I was just wondering if you would sign my Wonder Woman hat… John and I are big fans."

"Oh. Sure." Diana looked around for a pen while Mrs. Kent went to the other room to get her hat. She didn't have to look long, as Mrs. Kent brought one with her when she returned.

Diana quickly scrawled the words Wonder Woman onto the hat brim.

She had just finished signing when Mrs. Kent said to her husband: "Can you believe it, John? Our grandchild's going to be related to Wonder Woman!"

At that moment Diana felt an odd wetness beneath her, and it became apparent that Clark had noticed it too. Before the Kents knew it their houseguests had vanished and left a wet spot on their couch. Diana's water had broken right in the Kents' living room.

A/N: The story draws close to a close! Sorry about the length, and the wait. I'll try to be faster and longer nest time around.