Telling Everyone You're Pregnant:

There it was. That little stick that was going to change your life forever. You took a deep breath and grabbed the edges of the bathroom counter. You were hiding out in the master suite's bathroom; not like hiding was going to do anything. Everyone was either off on patrol or, in Alfred's case, downstairs preparing a snack for when they all returned home. You had been feeling off for weeks now but you hadn't thought it is anything serious. Of course, you and Bruce had engaged in...special...activities for the entire course of your marriage. It had been a hefty amount of years since the two of you both said 'I do'. In that course of time, you had never conceived. You just thought that it wasn't in your cards to have kids. Of course, you were more than ok with your adoptive kids. You loved Dick, Jason, Tim, Cassandra, and Damian. They were your entire world, even if you didn't get to see them everyday. But, according to the pregnancy test that you had bought from a store on a whim, you were pregnant. You were going to have a child.

You felt the sudden urge to sit down and you collapsed onto the ground, resting your back to the cabinet/sink behind you. You swallowed heavily, trying to squash the dizzying combination of nausea and excitement you were feeling. You didn't know if you could do it. Could you be a mother? Well, yes, you had been a mother already. You changed the statement to yourself. Could you be pregnant? Could you deal with all the hormones that came along with bringing a new soul into the world?

Could you deal with telling your family? What would be their reactions?

There was only one way to find out.

Alfred

The first person on the agenda to tell was Alfred, although you had a feeling he already had a faint clue about what is happening. He knew everything that occurred in the Manor, and he was with you when you grabbed the test from the store.

He was still chopping vegetables in the kitchen when you walked in, your hands grasped tightly in front of you. The test was hiding in your hands.

"Mistress Wayne," Alfred acknowledged you, nodding his head although he could not see you. He brushed all the vegetables that were now nicely chopped into a small bowl and placed them on the island, which was already overflowing with multiple snacks of all variations. He brushed his hands on the apron he was wearing and turned to look at you. "What brings you to the kitchen tonight?"

You gulped heavily and gently opened your hands, holding up the test for him to see. There was no reaction at first; he stared at the little result with such a passive face that you felt the urge to cry. If he wasn't even excited, then how could the rest of the family be?

Finally, after another minute of silence, with you just sniffling as you tried to keep back tears that come from nowhere!, a small smile came to Alfred's face. This was a genuine one; you had seen Alfred fake smiles when he served people at the Wayne Charity Ball and he had to deal with a particular member of Gotham's elite who was troublesome. This was the kind of smile that he gave at good news: like when Bruce announced your engagement to each other or when you told him of your plan to adopt Dick and Jason and Tim and Cassandra and Damian. It was a real smile. And suddenly, the tears weren't from stressed anticipation; they were now from happiness. If Alfred was happy for you, then the rest of the family had to be too.

"D-Does this mean you're excited?" you couldn't help but ask and Alfred hummed in reply.

"Of course, Mistress Wayne," Alfred answered, his smile widening as he turned to look up at you. He whipped out a handkerchief from his apron and handed t to you, allowing you a moment to clean up your tears. "Maybe even more so than you are, I should expect."

At your quizzical raised eyebrow, he replied, "I was there when Master Wayne was first born; I saw him take his first steps and played with him around all these halls. Though I was able to experience all these feelings again with the other young masters, nothing beats the echo of a laughing child in this Manor."

You smiled big and wide and couldn't resist the urge to wrap your arms around Alfred in a hug. He chuckled lightly, but returned the hug to you. You couldn't help yourself. You were going to be an emotional wreck trying to tell the rest of your family that even just having one person being supportive of you was more than enough for you.

"Thank you, Alfred, you don't know how much this means to me," you told him.

"On the contrary. I think I do."

Bruce

Everyone returned from patrol safe and sound; minor bruises on Tim and a small cut on Jason's cheek were the only evidence that there had been any fighting at all. You stayed with Alfred in the kitchen and greeted each member of your family with a hug and a kiss on the cheek (or the forehead, in Jason's case). They all walked like zombies and you could see the exhaustion in their eyes. You actually had to pinch Cassandra to keep her from falling asleep while she was chewing a carrot. She startled, but nodded a tired 'thank you' for your actions.

After a half-hour of eating and quiet chewing, you sent everyone off to their respective bedrooms. Dick and Jason were off to their respective homes in the morning, which meant that if you were going to tell them the news, you had to do it in the morning before they left. The other three you could tell in the afternoon or later in the week.

But the first person you needed to tell was Bruce.

You walked with your husband up to your bedroom, in silence. You held his hand with one hand, and hid the test in the other one. You rested your head against his shoulder as you walked, quietly humming to yourself. It sometimes helped Bruce to relax after a stressful patrol and it seemed to be doing it again.

"You know you don't have to stay up for us every night," Bruce said as you two entered into your bedroom. He closed the door as you walked to your drawers to grab your pajamas (a black t-shirt with Batman fuzzy sweatpants; you saw them at a store and had to buy them, if only to annoy your husband a little).

"If my husband and my children aren't sleeping, then why should I?" you answered him, changing into your pajamas. Bruce gave you a look and you smiled widely at him in return. You kind of loved the exasperated look. You got it a lot from Bruce. "I'm not a superhero, Bruce. But I can be a supermom and a superwife when you all return. And this is not just for you," you interrupted before he could argue in return, "This is for me too. I can't sleep unless I know all of you are alright."

Bruce nodded his understanding before taking off his shirt to replace it with a thick white under-tank top. You watched his actions, frowning slightly when you see the many different scars littered across his torso. You weren't there for all those scars, but the ones you had to experience with him were painful to remember.

You were getting off topic. You had to tell him the news.

"Bruce," you began, keeping your voice soft so no one else could hear. The boys' and Cassie's rooms were all farther in the Manor, which allowed you and Bruce your privacy, but it wouldn't be the first time to have a little "Robin" eavesdropping on their parents, so you kept your voice down. "We need to talk."

At those words, Bruce freezed and just slowly turned to look at you. His eyes looked guarded and you suddenly cursed your choice of words. Quickly, you tried to amend it. "It's nothing bad...I think. I'm more than pretty sure!"

"What is it, honey?" he asked, moving so he was closer to you. He grabbed your hands and you were grateful; he was grounding you without even realizing it himself. "Did something happen when we were out patrolling?"

"In a way, yes," you told him and he tensed up just a fraction. "It has to do with why I haven't been feeling good these past few weeks."

He relaxed a little, but you could tell he was still worried. You licked your lips and took a deep breath to center yourself before you revealed your news.

"Bruce...I took a test and it was confirmed. I-I think I'm pregnant."

You had never seen Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham, the Dark Knight, look more concerned and happy and scared and excited then you did in that one moment.

You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong when he interrupted you by pulling you into a passionate kiss. You went with it (you loved kissing Bruce at any chance you got). He didn't pull away for a while, but you did not care. When he finally did, you pouted slightly and he laughed at your expression.

"Did a doctor confirm it?"

"Not yet, I just found out an hour before you guys came back," you explained, wrapping your arms around his torso. He held you lightly and it reminded you of when the two of you first started dating. "I told Alfred, but I figured he already knew about it."

"Of course he did. He's Alfred. When are you telling the kids?"

"I'm going to get Jason and Dick before they leave tomorrow, hopefully. I think I'll tell Tim next, then Cassie, then Damian," you said, walking through your gameplan. "I need more time to think of how to break it to Damian."

Bruce nodded, resting his head on top of yours. You took a deep breath and let it out, snuggling your face into his chest. From your small cocoon in Bruce's arms, you couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay with this?"

Bruce immediately pulled you out of his arms and looked deeply at your face. You couldn't meet his eyes and instead looked at his shoulder, which was more eye-level for you. "Why do you ask? Why wouldn't I be?"

"B-Because of the kids we have now," you blurted out, blushing furiously when you realize what you said. You tensed up and felt yourself closing up. "Because we have such amazing children now, and you've had Damian and I-I just don't know if my child will compare…"

"Hey….hey….look at me."

You tried and do the exact opposite, but Bruce grabbed your chin softly but firmly and pushed you to look at him in the eye. His expression was soft and gentle.

"Honey," he began again, because you loved that nickname so much that you preferred to be called it rather than your own name. "I don't care if our child, not yours, ours, never succeeds. I don't care if they become the world's next CEO of Wayne Enterprises. What I care about is that they are coming into this world and you are finally going to get the chance to become a mom."

You sniffled, feeling a tear drop from your eye and race down your cheek. Bruce nimbly caught it with his finger and wiped it off, his gentle smile never leaving his face.

"And what if the kids don't want another sibling?"

"They will."

"But what if they don't?"

"They will, honey. They know how big of a deal this is for you; they aren't going to be upset."

And you hoped. You so hoped and prayed that what Bruce was saying was true.

Dick and Jason

The next morning, you decided to rip the bandage off for Dick and Jason at the same time. You knew their reactions were going to be different and possibly violent, so you pulled them off to the study on the first floor, away from the front doors and far from the living room, where Bruce was entertaining Cassandra, Tim, and Damian with his lack of Mario Kart skills.

"What's up, Mom?" Dick asked you as you dragged them behind you, quite literally. They were just on their way to see you and leave when you managed to snag them. You sat the two boys down on the couch and shut the big study doors, ensuring no chance for escape unless one of them decided to go for the window. "Is everything alright?"

"We have to see," you answered cryptically, because you didn't know how either boy would react to the news. It could go terribly, something you had been fantasizing about all night. "I have news to tell you."

They were silent and you noticed the two of them looking at each other and having a private conversation without speaking. Jason turned his head back to you, nodding for you to continue. You scurried over to the couch sitting opposite of them and sat down, fiddling with your hands in your lap. Rip the bandage off, you thought. It'll be easier.

"I'm pregnant."

Both boys had a look of shock on their face, although it was a different kind of shock. For Dick, his mouth was hanging open and his eyes were wide with disbelief. You could literally hear the little gears turning in his brain as he processed what you just said. As for Jason, he tensed up and the edges around his eyes became hard. It was only by looking into his eyes that you could see his shock.

This all took course in only a few seconds. As soon as the shock wore off, Dick launched himself at you, wrapping you up in a tight hug which you gladly returned. He was laughing and bouncing, so full of energy and excitement for you. He had been your baby boy for the longest and he knew how much you wanted children but never had the opportunity. He was whispering his congratulations in your ear when Jason slowly stood up from the couch. You pried Dick off of you and followed suit, walking around the coffee table to stand in front of him. Your little Jaybird was stocky, like Bruce, but a little shorter and much more muscular, though you never found out how he got to be so. He could be an intimidating dude and he liked to keep that persona up. So, it meant the world to you when you saw a little tear fall from his eye, accompanied with a smile on his face. Jason pulled you into a hug and you returned it, trying desperately not to cry with him. Dang you, hormones!

"Congratulations, Ma," Jason whispered in your ear and that was enough to send you over the edge. You began to sob in his arms and Dick came up behind you and sandwiched you in between the two of them. You couldn't care less. They were happy for you and you could tell that they were excited to have a new sibling too.

Once you were finished crying, you found yourself sitting on the couch, curled up between your two oldest boys. You rested your head on Jason's shoulder, your arms wrapped around his arm. Dick was behind you, his arms wrapped around your stomach, resting his head against your shoulder.

"If you keep this up, Ma, then we aren't going to be able to leave," Jason commented and you huffed, holding him tighter.

"That's the plan."

"I'm going to miss watching you have your emotional outbursts from hormones," chuckled Dick and you twisted your head around to glare at him, though only half-heartedly.

"Don't think you are safe from them just because you live in Blüdhaven," you said, narrowing your eyes. "You will visit me all the time. Is that clear?"

Dick gulped jokingly and nodded, making you smile widely. "Good!"

There was a knock on the study doors and you knew that it was Bruce coming to tell you to let go of your boys. So, you did the mature thing.

You hid your face between Jason's shoulder and the couch and pretended to not notice anything.

You heard a tired sigh behind you and felt The Look (so important that it received two capital letters) being sent your way. "Honey…"

"They aren't leaving."

Bruce sighed behind you once again as you refused to let go of Jason. You knew that Dick wasn't going to leave without Jason, since he was the one giving Jason a ride to his apartment while his bike was getting fixed. "Honey...they have lives they have to get back to. You can't just keep them here."

"They are my sons, so yes, I can."

"That's kidnapping."

"Not if they are my sons to begin with."

"Actually, Mom, that's not how it works…"

"Quiet Dickie."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jason was quiet for this whole time. You felt him trying to keep himself from laughing, but from the sounds of the snorts coming from his mouth, he was beginning to fail. "Ma…"

You hummed in acknowledgement.

"You need to let us go."

You sighed but released Jason's arm, knowing that he was right. You sat back from him, but you reached forward and cupped his face with your hands, looking Jason right in the eye. "You need something, you come here, got it?"

"As many times as I did before when you said it to us," Jason responded cheekily and you narrowed your eyes. "Yes, Ma, I get it."

"Good," you told him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "I love you, Jaybird, and I'm so thankful that you tried to steal the Batmobile's tires." You knew that he was an adult now and by now he had heard you tell him that same phrase millions of times but you still liked to tell him. You felt him relax underneath your grip as he replied, "I love you too, Ma."

You smiled and then turned your attention to Dick, who was sitting behind you, hugging you still. You gave him a proper hug and snuggled your face into his neck as he laughed. "I'm gonna miss you, Mom."

"You better," you warned him. "I never gave you permission to not to." He laughed in response. "I love you, Dickie."

"I love you too, Mom."

You sadly released both of them and walked them with Bruce to the door, standing on the porch and waving to your two oldest as they drove off to their own homes. Once they left your field of vision, you marched into the living room and sat yourself down between Tim and Damian, who both instantly leaned onto you, using you as a pillow as they tried to destroy each other in Mario Kart.

Tim

The next person up to tell was Tim. You were going to tell him the night after Dick and Jason left for their homes, but then, a bad fight between the Joker-wannabes and your family broke out and they were basically passed out from exhaustion when they returned. The following nights were then spent trying to stop them from burning down all of Gotham; every time you went into Tim's room, he was focused heavily on his computer, trying to come up with a "break in the case", so to say.

So you waited and bided your time.

It was only when the fight was over that you could even begin to plan on how to tell him. You were in the kitchen, making a late pot of coffee for Tim, knowing that he was up doing homework. You figured coffee was a good way to open the conversation up. There were footsteps behind you; they were too soft to be Bruce's or Alfred's, too heavy to be Cassie's or Damian's. Which meant it was Tim.

You glanced behind you and saw that your suspicions were correct. He was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and his hair stuck out in every which way. You could see the dark lines underneath his eyes and you were seriously wondering why you were making coffee for the poor boy when he should be sleeping.

You opened your mouth to tell him such when he interrupted, "Mom, just please make the coffee. I swear I will go to bed at a decent time, I just need a little pick-me-up to finish this project for school."

You pursed your lips but continued on in your coffee-making process in silence. Once you had a cup, you brought it over to Tim and sat it down in front of him. You wished you could have coffee yourself, but unfortunately pregnancies did not like it when the said pregnant person had coffee. So, you were going to have to cold-turkey coffee. And what a struggle that was becoming.

"You should go to bed, Mom," Tim yawned, rubbing his eyes wearily as he grabbed onto the mug. "You need to rest if you're going to stay healthy."

"Shouldn't I be saying the same thing to you?" you asked him, cocking an eyebrow as you waited for his quick-witted reply.

"Well, I'm not pregnant, so no."

Your mouth dropped open in surprise, your lips forming to make a 'what?' silently. He knew. How? Only four other people besides you knew, and that was Alfred, Bruce, Dick, and Jason. Alfred and Bruce were aware of how much you wanted to personally tell each of the kids, and Tim and Jason did not get along well enough for Jason to reveal that information. Dick, on the other hand, was a possibility, but he was so in sync with you that he knew that you would want to tell them yourself…

"Nobody told me, Mom."

You jolted a little, realizing that you had spaced out on your son with a weird expression on your face. You took a moment to formulate a response. "If nobody told you, then how did you know?"

"Detective work," Tim replied, making a 'mhmm' noise as he took a sip of the coffee. "You weren't feeling good for weeks, throwing up in the mornings, and you seemed overly-emotional. That, along with the fact that you've cold-turkeyed coffee and you had been crying when you came in the other day after Dick and Jason left made me think that you were pregnant."

"The 'Dick and Jason' example doesn't work," you argued. "I've cried when they've left before. Multiple times."

"Yeah," Tim agreed, "but those were a 'I'm sad that my babies are leaving me again' face. This last time you had been crying but you still had a little smile on your face. No mom who is sending their kids off has that expression. Hence, I figured you probably told them you're pregnant."

You could only nod. Sometimes Tim's brilliant mind astonished you in the times when you least expected it. "Well then...A plus in detective training."

Tim raised an eyebrow with a straight face as he took another sip of his coffee. "I don't do anything halfway."

Cassandra

Narrowing down a specific time to tell Cassandra was probably the easiest thing you could do in the aspect of telling everyone your pregnancy. Every Saturday, when you used to make cookies for Jason, you and Cassandra would hang out, making sweets or watching terrible rom-coms on TV just for the sake of ripping on how bad it was. It was your goal to make sure she knew as much about the world as she could, despite the many years she missed while being trained to kill.

This time around you two were sunbathing by the pool in the backyard. You honestly didn't know why you kept trying to tan when you knew you were simply going to come back as a ripe tomato, but it was a way for Cassandra to relax after a stressful day at lessons or after a hard patrol, so you did it for her.

You turned on some calming music, a random pop ballad from the 2000s that you used to listen to a lot. There was just silence for some time while the two of you sunbathed and listened to music, but in your mind you were wondering how to tell Cassie the news. You thought she would be excited; you noticed how much she liked to watch children in the grocery stores. She tried to hide it, but you have caught her making funny faces at the kids until they smiled at her. You never knew if it was just something she enjoyed doing, or if Cassandra was trying to make up for the decisions she had made in the past. Either way, you knew she liked children, so maybe, she'd like yours?

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you opened your eyes, turning to look at Cassandra who had her arm extended towards your shoulder.

"You are thinking loudly," she signed to you, and you chuckled at that. Besides Dick, Cassie always did seem to sense the varying moods you experienced. Her favorite was the 'thinking too loudly' mood. "Something on your mind?"

You nodded in confirmation and sat up straighter. Cassandra followed suit. You signed back, "Yeah, I have some news."

Cassandra nodded slowly, a look of understanding coming to her face. "So you were giving me the ol' 'honey and hatchet' technique, then?"

You giggled and nodded, also making a mental note that maybe your kids were watching too much How To Train Your Dragon. "Yep, you caught me!" You paused and then signed out slowly. "Cassandra...do you know what being pregnant means?"

Cassandra pursed her lips in thought, keeping still for a few moments. She replied, "I think so. It is when a woman has a child in her, right? She will give birth to it and it will grow into a new person?"

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah, that's it. How would you feel if I ever became pregnant?"

Cassandra's eyes widened and she signed quickly and a little bit clumsily in what you could only perceive to be excitement. "That would be amazing! I've never interacted with a child before, and I would love to have another sibling who is younger than me so Tim and me would have to share the burdens together of being a 'middle child'." She stopped and then added quickly, "Plus, it's what you've wanted, right? To be a mother. Biologically speaking."

You nodded once again. "It is. I always thought that it would never happen and I was okay with that. I mean, I have you, Tim, and Damian around me all the time, and then there is Dick and Jason when they find a free moment to come home."

Cassandra's leg began to bounce, a nervous tick of hers. She moved her hands together, like she was about to sign something, before she paused. Cassandra bit her lower lip and she tentatively signed, "Mom...why are you speaking in past tense?"

Good, she caught it. You were doing that intentionally. "Because, Cassie-Bat, I found out about a little over a week ago that I'm pregnant."

A squeal ripped its way out of Cassandra's throat and your eyes widened as you laughed in happiness and excitement. Cassandra wasn't incapable of speaking, but rather she was very selective in what she chose to vocalize. So the fact that she chose to vocalize a squeal of excitement at your announcement was joyous news to you.

Like her adopted brother, Dick, Cassandra threw herself at you and wrapped you up in a big hug, snuggling into your embrace as she tried not to bounce with excitement. She shouted, "Mom!" in happiness.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," you responded, wrapping her tightly in a hug. "Trust me, I know."

Cassandra pulled back and signed, "Who else knows?"

"I told everyone but Damian," you told her. "I figured Dick would tell Barbara and Tim would eventually let it slip to Stephanie."

"You need to go tell Damian soon," Cassandra said. "You know how he is when he is the last one to get told."

"I know, I know," you sighed, shaking your head. "I'm just worried at how he may react. He's been the youngest for quite a while now...I don't want him thinking that just because I'm having a child that he's going to be less than what he is now."

"Then go tell him that, Mom," Cassandra jutted in, pushing your knee in exasperation. "If you can tell me that, then you can tell him. He'll understand; it just might take him a while."

Damian

You decided to follow Cassandra's advice. The only problem was that you couldn't find Damian.

You looked everywhere in the Manor, and you even snuck into the Batcave (Bruce banned you from going into the cave for the entirety of your pregnancy, stating that it would be 'too stressful' for your health) but Damian was still missing. You started to panic and called Dick to try and find out where he might be, since Dick was the closest one to Damian.

"I can't find him anywhere and I'm starting to worry," you said into the phone, sitting down on your bed in your and Bruce's bedroom. Bruce was downstairs training with Tim and Cassandra and he too was not pleased with the fact that Damian was missing his training. "He won't show up for training."

"Mom, are you sure you've checked everywhere?" you heard Dick ask you from the other side of the line.

You nodded fervently, then realized you were on the phone and responded verbally, "Yes! I checked his room, the cave, and every little nook and cranny of this Manor! He's nowhere!"

"Did you try his tree fort?"

You paused, your brow furrowing in disbelief at what Dick said. "Did you say...tree fort?"

You heard a gulp on the other side of the line. "I wasn't supposed to tell you about that."

"Dick…"

"I swear he's fine, he's probably just hiding out in one of his moods!"

"Richard John Grayson. What is this about a tree fort?"

Dick sighed before he replied, "You and Bruce were on vacation with Cassie, showing her the world and things she missed out on when she was a kid. Me, Jason, Tim, and Damian were all home here, right?" You nodded, despite the fact that you knew he couldn't see you. "Well, Alfred was cleaning in the house and the four of us were messing around in the woods right behind the Manor. Damian got stuck in a tree, like a cat, trying to put a baby bird back in its nest. We couldn't really figure out how to get him down safely. He was really high up, so Tim has this brilliant idea to bolt wooden blocks to the tree to make a little ladder to get him down. We do this and Damian is safe, but now we got wooden blocks bolted to a tree, so we decided to make a tree fort."

"How do I find this tree fort?"

Dick knew better than to argue with you and quickly gave you the directions to reach the fort. You changed into jeans, a warm sweater to account for the slightly cold weather, and strong boots that would keep you sturdy on the uneven ground. You made a mental reminder to ground all four boys the next time that you saw them together.

It was easy to evade the other household members and you soon found yourself in the woods behind the Manor. Dick's directions to where Damian was were little vague, but you chalked it up to the fact that the boys weren't really paying attention to where they were going originally. There were many wrong turns and a couple moments when you thought you were lost, but you finally managed to make it to the tree fort.

And, despite the fact that you were pissed that they lied (by omission) to you about making a fort in the backyard, you were impressed. Their work was amazing and it looked really stable. They did not go halfway with the safety measures, even adding a giant net at the bottom of the fort for someone if they should ever fall out. So that's where Dick's trapeze net disappeared to, you thought as you hummed in appreciation at their creation.

You moved to the ladder and began to climb up slowly, keeping your eyes focused on the fort above you. You were...well, you weren't the best of friends with heights. They scared you. However, if your baby boy was at the top of the tree, you could bet that you were going to climb it to reach him. So climb you did.

"Why are you here, Ummi?" Damian asked you as you climbed safely into the tree fort. His back was to you and he was curled up on the floor, his gaze staring straight at the wall. You didn't make a noise, just crawled up beside him and wrapped him up in a hug. He shifted slightly, getting comfortable, and you did the same. You both were silent for many minutes, and you found yourself beginning to hum lightly to try and calm him down, the same thing you did with Bruce at the end of a mission. It seemed to work.

"You're missing training," you commented after minutes of silence. You could feel Damian tense up in your grasp but you didn't comment about that. You waited for him to respond.

"I know."

Two words and yet you could hear the sorrow in them. It hit your heart like a knife.

"You never miss training," you added in a quieter voice. Damian made a 'tsk' noise with his tongue, but he didn't seem to deem the statement worthy of a response. "Is something wrong?"

"What's going to happen to me after the baby arrives?"

You shouldn't be shocked. Damian was smart, just like his brother. It's not surprising that he figured out. But still, you asked, "How did you know?" because you were curious to see who told him or how he found out.

"I stole Drake's computer and saw he was looking up articles on how to 'help with morning sickness'," Damian answered, his voice cracking halfway through his statement. You tightened your arms around him and his body began to shake, like he was trying to hold back tears and he was failing. "I put two-and-two together. Are you going to get rid of me?"

You sat up immediately, shock running through your veins. "G-Get rid of you? Why would I ever do that?"

Damian sniffed. "Because you are going to have your own child now. Why would you want the son of the woman who tried to kill you and steal your husband?"

He couldn't even finish his statement before he began to sob. You laid back down and gathered him up into your arms, flipping him so he was facing you. He latched onto you like a koala, snuggling into you as he cried. You rocked back and forth, humming lightly as you tried to calm his tears. He began to quiet down after a minute or so, but he was still crying and his sadness was radiating off of him like waves.

"I don't care who your parents are," you whispered into his ear, bringing your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. "To me, you are my son and that will never change, baby or not. No matter what happens or what you do, I will always see you as my son. Look at Jason. He's done things that I can't stand to think about, but I still love him and I call him my Jaybird and he is still my son."

"But he was your second kid," Damian huffed, his face pressed against your shoulder. His voice was muffled by your shirt so it was harder to hear him. "I'm the fifth child. The youngest. The last one."

"You will always be my baby bird, Damian," you cooed, squeezing him tightly. "Even when you're seventy-five and I'm not around, you are my son. Forever and always."

You both were silent for a while before Damian nodded gently. "O-Ok...thank you, Ummi."

"Of course, Abnay," you replied, giving him another tight squeeze. "Now, what do you say you help me figure out how to get down?"

A/N: Here is the next chapter! I'm so excited for this series that it really makes me happy to write about it, even if very little people will see it or care about it.

Lemme tell you, trying to write in second person is sooooo difficult. I was originally planning on posting a new chapter every Sunday, but I wrote this chapter on Sunday and have been re-writing it in present and past tense to try and decide which one I like better. I think I've decided on trying to do Sundays and Wednesdays, so I can't rewrite anything in a different tense and question my entire existence XD. I hope you enjoy these moments in the chapter. I found writing Tim's scene was my favorite, even though I know very little about Tim's character and personality.

Please leave a review, comment, question, concern, conspiracy theory, or one-shot idea you would love to see have happen in the future! Until then, everyone stay safe! (Also, if anybody notices any inconsistencies, lemme know via review or PM. Thanks!)

Love you all!

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