Alfred groaned as he took in a deep breath, securing his grip. With one last heave, the crib was up the stairs. He chuckled, "I really think that your great grandparents should have thought before making this house like an Irish castle."

"What's the matter? Getting a little old, Alfred," Bruce smirked, teasing the man he considered his father, "It's just a few more steps. We have to hurry. Diana will be back from the store at any moment."

"Don't you think that you should have waited until your next appointment when you find out the sex of the babies?" Alfred shook his head, knowing Bruce was too excited to wait whether he'd admit it or not, "What if this color scheme doesn't work?"

Bruce shook his head, helping Alfred place the second oak crib in one corner of the room, "It suits either gender, and this room is perfect."

"Master Bruce, perfection varies according to taste," Alfred smiled, just teasing Bruce, but he knew that Miss Diana might not approve, "How do you know Miss Diana will like it."

Bruce took in a deep breath. The room smelled of lavender, the scent that always reminded him of her. He stepped on the soft white carpet. It caressed his skin like the sand….like the clay from which Diana was born. An oak crib was in each corner of the room, each one displaying a mobile of the plants. Bruce had spent hours painting the walls dark blue with stars. It looked like outer space. The stars reminded him of Diana. Everything in the nursery was about her. He'd even pulled out his mother's rocking chair from the attic. He thought about how she would rock him and sing to him when he was little. Bruce had lost count of the number of times that he wanted to burn it, but he kept it. Now, he was glad he had. He knew that Diana would want to use it.

"Alfred! Bruce!" Diana called from downstairs, breaking Bruce from his reverie, "Where are you?"

"Up here, Princess!" Bruce smirked as Diana slowly made her way up the stairs.

She was in a Themiscryian gown. It was white and flowing, the bottom cutting off just below her knees. Her raven hair was in a single braid. She looked so beautiful, her skin aglow, radiating her joy at motherhood. Bruce kissed her forehead, his hand instinctively going to her stomach, "You look beautiful, Princess."

"I look pregnant," Diana laughed, sighing with pleasure as Bruce rubbed her stomach, "That feels good. You know they are happy to see you."

Bruce chuckled, taking his hand away, "I think our twins are going to grow up to be kick boxers at this rate."

"Well, they are half Amazon, strength is included. The worst is at night though," Diana sighed, "I don't mind though. It's amazing just knowing that I am bringing life into this world."

"I'm really sorry, Princess?" Bruce smiled, kissing her stomach, "When is it the worst?"

"Oh Hera," Diana's eyes widened as she looked in the nursery, "It's beautiful. Bruce did you do all this yourself."

"Alfred helped me move the cribs, and he picked out some toys to put in the toy box. I did the painting though," Bruce smirked, kissing her lips lightly, "It was going to be your birthday present, but the twins will be about ready to be born by then, so I finished it three months early."

"Bruce, I don't know what to say," Diana walked to the book self on one side of the room, "All the old Greek tales I grew up on, Mother Goose, Dr. Seuss, The Bernstein Bears—Bruce you have everything our children will ever want to read."

He smirked, "Most of them were actually in the attic. My mother wanted me well read."

Bruce sighed, looking out the window, "I've got a charity event tonight. I need to go and mingle. I'll be out of town for a few days. There's also some Batman business that I need to take care of their, so I might be gone this week."

Diana shook her head. Bruce had insisted on keeping her out of the limelight. He didn't want that for her during her pregnancy. He didn't want to have to explain how Bruce Wayne fell for Wonder Woman, nor did he want to trash her good reputation with his playboy persona. He didn't want his children growing up under the paparazzi's watchful eye, but he couldn't just disappear from the spotlight. Then, they'd look into his life and find out about the twins, or even his secret identity. Despite their commitment, he was still the playboy.

"I want to go too, Bruce," Diana stood, her position firm, "I'm tired of hiding, and I hate going to bed alone and waking up without you there."

"Not, now Diana. I don't want you in the limelight," Bruce sighed, "If I reveal our relationship, it's not like you have a secret identity. All of your enemies will know where you stay at night….where our children are. I won't have it, Diana."

Diana clenched her fists, "People are already starting to wonder where I've disappeared too. Soon, I'll have to go back to the League, and I'd like to think that when I come home it's to my husband, not the world's most eligible billionaire playboy."

"We'll have to discuss this further. I've got a plane to catch. You can come to if you are okay with staying in the hotel while I got out to the party," Bruce ran his hands through his hair, wishing it was easier."

"No, I'll just stay home. I'm sure that Alfred can keep me company. I'll call up Zatanna and we'll watch movies together and have a big slumber party without you. It's fine. Have fun with your blonde bimbo of the week," Diana walked out of the nursery, leaving her shopping bags at the door.

Bruce sighed, going through them to see many maternity cloths. In one of the bags he noticed a book. He smiled when he saw it was a baby book. He opened it to see what Diana had already written in it. She'd answered many questions. He stopped when he came to his question, "When do the babies kick the most?"

Bruce shut the book, walking to the bedroom and grabbing his suitcase. He sighed when he saw Diana sitting on the bed, her back facing him, "I love you, no matter what decisions I make regarding my identity."

"I know," Diana turned to face him, "I love you too."

Bruce closed his eyes, walking to the limo where Alfred was waiting, but he couldn't get what she'd written out of his mind, "My twins love their Daddy. The kick the most when he isn't there at night, as if they are calling out for him to come home and make our family whole again."