The next morning Bruce woke up fairly well rested. After speaking with Mia last night, he'd told Alfred the news about the babies (plural) and his surrogate Father hadn't stopped smiling for the rest of the night. Bruce had chuckled as Alfred had spent the better part of the evening making several lists of things he needed to go out and purchase today. Apparently Alfred was determined that when Mia finally decided to show, he'd make sure she had plenty of fresh baked goods for her to take with her.

Bruce hadn't been able to keep the smile off his face either...the thought of having not one, but two children was both scary and amazing! Bruce hoped more than anything that he'd be able to be the kind of father to his own children that his own dad was for him. Even though he'd only had his dad for eight years, Thomas Wayne was a loving, generous person who adored his family more than anything in his life. Between Alfred and his Father, Bruce had two of the best role models to emulate, and for that he was very grateful.

Grabbing his phone, and looking at the time, Bruce sighed when he realized it was probably still a bit too early to call Mia...but he desperately wanted to hear her voice. So he opened the text window and sent a quick good morning...not expecting to get a response, at least not right away.

About twenty minutes later after he'd gotten out of the shower, his phone dinged with an incoming message. Opening it up, Bruce smiled at the message from Mia.

****Good morning to you too...did you sleep well?

Smiling widely, Bruce decided to be completely honest.

****I slept fine...but I don't think I've ever slept as well as I did when my face was buried into your curls, smelling your sweet scent of vanilla and rose...

Mia didn't respond immediately, but when she finally did, Bruce couldn't help but chuckle deeply, happy that she seemed to be in a playful mood this morning.

****You clung on to me like a Niffler hoarding gold...it's a wonder I slept at all...

****I am not sure what a Niffler is...but it's sounds quite pleasant and I'm sure they are adorable. In any case, you never seemed to mind much...in particular, how we used to enjoy spending those mornings...do you remember Mia?

Again, there was a pause for a few moments before Mia answered, well...more like deflected but that was alright...he could work with that...

****It's been quite a while for me...I'm not sure what you could be referring to? Your leg wedged between mine? Your deep breathing and soft snoring when you were particularly tired?

Bruce couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at Mia's playfulness.

****Now that doesn't sound like me at all. I don't think I snore. In fact, I'm fairly certain I don't. But I was referring to what came after we woke up. I seem to recall a certain predilection that was enjoyed most mornings. I think it had to do with you waking up with my face buried between your thighs...

The pause was a bit longer this time, and Bruce had to wonder if he'd gone too far...but after a few moments his phone dinged and he looked down and groaned at the message...

****I seem to recall many occasions waking you up in much the same way. In fact, I'm fairly certain of it, if memory serves. You seemed to think so too...especially when I rubbed that spot...you DO remember that spot...don't you?

Bruce was starting to get visibly aroused, a fact he felt conflicted about because he definitely didn't want to pressure Mia, but he couldn't help the way his body responded to the images she'd conjured for him. He missed waking up to her more than even he'd realized, that was until this very moment.

****I remember everything...how delicious you taste, how heavenly you smell...how warm and tight...and perfect you feel...the sounds you make when I'm inside you...how your eyes roll back right before you come...the way your mouth opens in surprise and your body shudders as you let go...how warm your amber eyes look half-lidded and sated afterwards...how simply beautiful you are...I remember it all Mia...and I miss it all...so much...

The phone was silent for an entire five minutes and Bruce couldn't help feeling a measure of panic set in, that perhaps he'd pushed too hard, too fast...he was just about to call Mia when his phone dinged again. His mouth gaped open widely at the message Mia sent him...

****Tell me what you'd do to me if I was there right now...

Bruce's nostrils flared in desire as he was nearly fully erect at this point...Fuck, it had been too long!

****grin****are you aroused? Wet? Are you touching yourself Mia?

Another pause and then...

****yes

Bruce groaned as he sat back naked on his bed, warring with himself...he'd never engaged in phone sex, nor text sex...it wasn't an idea he'd ever particularly entertained, nor thought arousing in any fashion...but right now...he was painfully aroused at the thought...which made him feel like a randy schoolboy...that thought brought a wicked smile to his face as he used the dictaphone and spoke out his message and hit send...

****you are a temptress, you know that, right? I've never even considered something like this to be a turn on, yet I'm hard and aching Mia...imagining you touching yourself...if you were here, I'd want to watch you...God Mia, why have I never taken the time to watch you pleasure yourself?

****would you enjoy that?

****Fuck yes! I'm imagining it right now...

****are you touching yourself too?

****yes...

****how hard are you?

Bruce couldn't help the groan that slipped out from his lips...

****aching...weeping...

****you always felt so good...tasted so good...

****Mia...

****I know...

Bruce couldn't take it anymore...his mind had switched into overdrive as he set his phone down and felt himself let go...and as he laid their panting, another ding filtered through the room. He picked up his phone with his clean hand and opened the message.

****Did you?

****yes...did you?

****mmmmm...yes

****Mia...please let me see you soon...

****Tomorrow...

****Tomorrow...you'll come here, or should I meet you?

****I will come there...

****Promise me?

There was a pause before the phone dinged and Bruce's smile was blinding as he read the words...

****I promise...tomorrow

****Thank you

****You're welcome

Bruce couldn't help but feel satisfied as he wandered back into the shower to clean himself off all over again, the images of the past twenty minutes playing though his mind. He shook his head at himself, feeling his face splitting into a huge grin at how utterly ridiculous he was being. He had really felt like an addled schoolboy, completely consumed by his raging hormones and lust. Bruce couldn't help it, but actually in that moment...he'd felt the most normal that he'd ever remembered feeling in his life. Just Bruce, a man desperate for the affections of the woman he loved, hoping to gain her favor, realizing how utterly besotted he was in that moment that he'd willingly moved out of his comfort zone and done something he'd never would have even considered before.

The loss of control, was something foreign to him. Loss of control, especially emotional control equaled weakness and vulnerability...which was something Bruce Wayne and Batman could never afford nor allow. But now, Bruce didn't really care much about that anymore. He had allowed himself to fall hopelessly in love...another thing he'd sworn off entirely when he'd made the decision to don the cape and the cowl. He'd pushed Rachel aside and those feelings as well...because he hadn't wanted her to get hurt, but on a deeper level he knew he couldn't give her what she wanted from him.

Mia however, she was so different. Strong, resilient, caring, brave...but there was a fragility about her that cried out to him...she'd deny it, Bruce was certain of it...but there was the desperate need in both of their souls that cried out for family, for acceptance and unconditional love. She had tried to show him when he wasn't ready to see it, where her heart was at...and it took him losing her to realize that he desperately wanted that too. With her.

As he got dressed, Bruce had to wonder what tomorrow would bring. Would Mia be open to finally giving their relationship a proper chance to move forward? Could he convince her that was what he wanted more than anything in this world? The only thing Bruce knew for certain was he couldn't live without her...whatever else happened, whatever else life threw their way, that was his truth now and always...Mia was his life...his home...his family...