Chapter 9

Wayne Manor (AU)

"Thank you, Superman," Diana replied as she stared at the spitting image of her best friend and yet she didn't know this man at all. "I appreciate you agreeing to meet with me."

"I'll meet you in Metropolis this afternoon at the Metro Tower," he told her with a smile. "We'll see what we can do to help you."

"I really welcome any help," she said. "I've been trying to find a way home for months now. Any help you could provide would be greatly appreciated."

"No problem," he responded with a nod. "We're more than happy to help a fellow Justice member."

"Thank you," she said. "I'll see you this afternoon."

She ended the transmission, sitting back in her seat. She felt a sense of relief knowing that Superman was going to see what he and the Justice Association could do to assist her. She couldn't help wondering if she should have contacted them sooner, but she had feared bringing attention to Bruce and his family. She didn't know this universe he lived in…who could be trusted and who couldn't.

In addition to her own research, she'd been carefully following the Justice Association to find out how they operated and if they were truly a force for good. Bruce had sworn to her they were, but she needed to find out for herself. Bruce wasn't a part of the League and wouldn't know what went on behind the scenes.

After her encounter with the Justice Lords, she had grown leery about trusting anyone on face value.

The biggest shock since being in this universe was the fact that the Joker was the vigilante savior of Gotham, fighting crime and righting wrongs. That was something she could not get used to no matter how many articles she read about his good deeds.

Diana placed her hand on her stomach, momentarily closing her eyes with the wave of nausea that assaulted her. The lightheadedness that accompanied it didn't help in the least. This was the third day in a row of feeling off, making her worried about what the cause could be.

Getting to her feet, she decided she didn't want to think about the possible cause for her nausea and lightheadedness. The possibilities made her nervous…well, one possible cause made her extremely nervous, one that she wasn't certain she was prepared to deal with.

Entering the manor, she was immediately assaulted with the smell of frying bacon. She ran out of the library, past Bruce, and into a nearby bathroom. Bruce quickly followed her, tapping on the door as the sounds of her vomiting let him know how she was doing at that moment.

"Diana? Are you okay?" he asked, growing concerned. She hadn't felt well the last couple of days, and it was beginning to worry him.

Diana leaned her forehead on the lid of the toilet as she flushed it. "I'm all right," she called, her stomach still roiling.

"You don't sound okay," he told her as he finished tying his tie. "I think you should stop by Leslie's clinic today to make sure."

"It's probably just the flu or something," she tried to reassure him as she splashed water on her face before rinsing her mouth out. Drying her face, she finally emerged from the bathroom to find Bruce standing in the hallway with a worried expression.

"Were you ever sick before?"

"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "I never got sick because of my special gifts and healing abilities."

"Well, you don't have them here," he pointed out. "Maybe you caught something."

"Maybe," she thoughtfully replied as she drew a shaky breath, her hand coming to rest against her stomach.

Bruce kissed her on the forehead. "You don't feel warm," he told her. "Why don't I have Alfred take you to see Leslie before dropping me off at work?"

"No," she said. "I don't want to make you late for work. I can go after he takes you to work. I'm sure it's nothing."

He frowned in response, not liking this in the least. "Fine, but I want you to call me as soon as you leave the clinic."

"I will," she promised him as they made their way to the kitchen.

"Still feeling under the weather, Miss Diana?" Alfred asked as they took their seats at the table.

"I'm afraid so," she revealed, taking the cup of tea Alfred gave her. "Thank you."

"How about some toast this morning?" he suggested.

"That's about all I want at this point."

"Alfred, would you take Diana to see Leslie after dropping me off at work this morning?"

"I'd be happy to, sir," Alfred assured him.

"Call me the second you know anything," Bruce reminded them.

"I'll take good care of her," Alfred said.

"Um, I can take care of myself," Diana reminded them, picking up a piece of toast. "I'm not an invalid and I'm not dying."

"Don't say that," Bruce stated with a frown.

Diana reached across the table, placing her hand on top of his. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm sure it's just the flu."

"I'm going with you to see Leslie," Bruce readily decided. "I'm not going to be able to work until I know what's wrong."

"If you want to, but I'm telling you that you're worrying for no reason," she tried to tell him.

"Who's worrying for no reason?" Dick asked as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast off the plate in the middle of the table before sliding into his seat. "It wouldn't be my big brother, would it? He never worries about anything."

Bruce shot him glare as he took a sip of his coffee, not appreciating his brother's sarcasm. "Diana is sick," he revealed.

"Still not feeling well, huh?"

"No," she confessed with a sigh as she wrapped her hands around her cup of tea. "I'm sure it'll pass, but Bruce wants me to see Leslie just in case."

"Probably not a bad idea," Dick agreed.

"I was hoping you'd take my side," Diana told him with a glare.

"Sorry, Di," Dick replied. "We all love you and want to make sure you're okay."

"I appreciate that," she relented, "but I'll telling you, you're all worrying for nothing."

Gotham (AU)

"Bruce, stop pacing," Diana told him. "You're going to wear a path in the carpet."

"Sorry," he murmured, his hands in his pants' pockets as he leaned his back against the wall. "It's just that I'm worried. You look pale. I don't like seeing you sick."

"I don't like being sick," she told him, her lips quirking in amusement. "I've never been sick a day in my life. I have to say it's a little disconcerting."

"I can't imagine never being sick," he thoughtfully replied.

"I guess I took it for granted," she said. "You don't realize how blessed you are until it's gone."

"I'm sorry, Diana," he told her as he moved to sit beside her. "I'm sure it's been hard for you not having your gifts. I didn't realize what an adjustment that must be for you."

She took his hand, entwining her fingers with his and laying their joined hands in her lap. "It's a little perplexing at times," she admitted, her lips curling as she gazed at him. "But it hasn't been all bad."

He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. "It's been beyond amazing," he murmured.

Leslie entered at that moment, focused on Diana's chart in her hand. "How are you doing, Diana?" she asked. "Feeling any better with the nausea medication I gave you?"

"Yes…much better," she revealed.

"Is it just the flu?" Bruce asked.

"No, actually it's a lot more," Leslie said, a smile forming on her face. "You're pregnant, Diana."

Bruce and Diana sat there in shock as they attempted to absorb the unexpected news. Diana felt her stomach sink with dread and yet her heart seemed to have taken flight. It was something that she had wanted for some time now, but for it to happen now was startling to say the least.

"Pregnant?" Bruce repeated as he turned to look at Diana. "We're having a baby?"

"You are," Leslie confirmed. "You're about five weeks along."

Diana turned to look at Bruce, fearing his reaction. She herself didn't know for sure how she felt about it. Was this something that Bruce even wanted? "We're going to have a baby," he murmured, taking her into his arms. "I can't believe it."

"You'll have to be set up for routine visits and ultrasounds," Leslie informed them. "We can do that before you leave. I'll also get you something for the nausea and vomiting, but I'll give you two a few minutes alone right now."

Bruce buried his face in her hair, holding her tightly. "How do you feel about it?" he asked as he finally retreated.

"I…I don't know," she admitted, biting at her bottom lip as tears filled her eyes. "I mean I've always wanted to have a baby, but this is really going to complicate things."

Bruce felt his heart clench, knowing what she was referring to. His expression fell as he looked down at her hands in his. "If you don't want this baby…"

The pain in his voice was more than she could begin to bear, her arms slipping around him and pulling him to her. "No, Bruce, I want this baby more than anything," she quickly explained. "It's just that this makes things that much more difficult…for us."

Bruce pulled back, taking her face in his hands. "No, it doesn't have to," he told her. "We'll take it one day at a time. If you find a way home, I'll won't be happy about it, but I'll still support your decision if you want to leave."

"You would do that?" she questioned him. "You'd let me return to my universe with your child? Bruce, that's insane. I couldn't just take your child away from you."

"If that was what you wanted, then yes, I'd let you go," he confirmed. "I won't force you to stay where you don't want to be, Diana. That would only make you miserable. You'll end up hating me in the end and that's the last thing that I want. Let's not worry about it until we have to."

"You are so compassionate and selfless," she softly said, her heart hurting with the thought of leaving him. At the same time, the thought of never seeing her Bruce again hurt just as much. How in the world had she fallen in love with two men…two men who were essentially the same and yet different?

"Diana, I love you," he told her, pressing his lips to hers. "There's nothing that I wouldn't do for you."

"I love you too," she whispered as she kissed him again.

"Alfred is going to be over the moon," Bruce said with a chuckle. "He's been dying for the next generation of Wayne's to occupy the manor."

Diana chuckled softly as a tear slipped down her cheek. "I just can't believe it," she softly said.

"Are you sure you're happy about this…that this is something you want?" he asked her, needing her to be sure. "I know I'm probably not the Bruce that you wanted to have…"

Diana silenced him with a heated kiss that left them both breathless before finally pressing her forehead against his. "Don't ever say that," she firmly stated with a breathy air. "I love you, Bruce. I chose to be with you…to share my heart and my body with you. We made this baby because we love each other, and I refuse to give it up for any reason."

Bruce gave her a blinding smile as he dipped his head to kiss her again. "You have no idea what that means to me," he softly replied. "I've never been so happy in my entire life and it's all because of you."

She slowly shook her head as she caressed his cheek. "And you have no idea what that means to me."

"Let's go home," he suggested, standing to his feet and offering her his hand.

"Don't you have to go to work?" she asked as she took his hand and stood to her feet.

"There's no way I can work today," he revealed with a grin. "We've got too much to do—plans to make, a nursery to furnish, names to pick out."

Diana chuckled as she followed him out of the exam room. "Bruce, I'm only five weeks along," she reminded him. "We have eight months to go. I think we have plenty of time."

"I'm too excited," he told her. "If it's a girl, I want to name her Jacinda…call her Jacey for short."

"You already have the name picked out?" she asked with a laugh.

"She was my cousin," he admitted, his expression growing solemn. "We were always close growing up. She died three years ago in a drowning accident."

"I'm so sorry, Bruce," she replied, pulling him to a stop to find tears in his eyes. "I love the name. It's perfect. Just be prepared it could be a boy."

"It's a girl," he told her with a grin. "I just know it."

Wayne Manor (AU)

Alfred entered the kitchen to start lunch, mildly annoyed and anxious. "So, are you two going to tell me how the appointment went with Leslie or are you going to make me guess?" he asked, turning to face two of his favorite people.

"Diana and I are going to have a baby," Bruce revealed, beaming from ear to ear.

"My heavens!" Alfred exclaimed. "Are you serious? You wouldn't be trying to play a trick on an old's heart, would you?"

"No, I'm definitely pregnant," Diana assured him.

Alfred immediately pulled Diana into a hug before embracing Bruce. "I'm so happy for both of you," he told them. "This requires a celebration. I'm going all out with a feast tonight to celebrate."

"Alfred, you don't have to go to all that trouble," Diana tried to tell him.

"Don't even try to dissuade him," Bruce told her. "Once his mind is set, there's no changing it."

"I'm afraid I must insist, Miss Diana," Alfred stated. "I won't have it any other way."

"Have Dick invite Barbara tonight," Bruce suggested.

"Excellent idea," the British butler agreed.

"I'm anxious to meet her," Diana agreed. "I wonder if she's at all like the Barbara I know."

"Is your Barbara with Dick?" Bruce asked.

"I think they dated for a while, but Dick tends to have a wandering eye," she revealed. "He's grown up a lot since then, though. He's dating my sister Donna now."

"I didn't know you had a sister," he said as they sat down at the table in the kitchen while Alfred prepared lunch.

Diana felt overwhelming loneliness blossom in her chest. It nearly took her breath away. "Yes, Donna Troy," she replied. "I miss her so much."

"I'm sure you do," he told her. "I really missed Dick when he was gone for the last year travelling the world."

"Donna and I share a piece of the same soul," she revealed. "Donna was dying and the only way to save her was to give her a piece of my soul. Now, we can feel what each other is feeling."

"That's amazing," he replied in awe. "Can you feel her now?"

Diana shook her head sadly, her throat contracting with anguish. "No, I'm too far away from her," she softly admitted. "I can't feel her at all. It's a very strange feeling. She's been a part of me for so long and now I just feel this…this emptiness where she used to be."

Bruce got up and made his way around to the other side of the table, sitting down in the chair beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her to him. "I can't imagine how painful that must be."

"I'm sure you felt something similar when Jacey or your parents died," she reminded him.

"Yes, but your sister is alive," he pointed out. "You just can't reach her. That almost seems worse somehow."

Diana laid her head on his shoulder, tears stinging her eyes. "You would absolutely love her," she said, her voice filled with affection. "She has a free spirit that is quite infectious. She would be so excited to find out that she was going to be an aunt."

"I hope I get to meet her someday," he told her as he stroked her hair.

"I do too," she agreed, glancing at the clock on the wall. "I need to eat so I can meet Superman at the Metro Tower."

"What time are you meeting him?" he asked.

"Two o'clock," she confirmed.

"I'll go with you."

"You don't have to," she tried to tell him, but she'd already learned that trying to talk him out of something his mind was set on was an impossible feat. It seemed a stubborn streak was another trait both Bruce's shared.

"I want to," he insisted. "I was going to take this afternoon off anyway to go with you. I just got sidetracked with the whole baby news."

"We'll have to pick out a room for the nursery," Alfred injected as he placed their lunch on the table.

"The room right next to ours," Bruce decided. "We'll have to pick out paint samples to paint the room and get furniture."

Diana chuckled as she stared at her lover in stunned disbelief. "Bruce, we have plenty of time," she reminded him. "Besides, we don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet. Leslie said we won't know for several weeks when she does the ultrasound."

"I'm not going to be able to wait that long," Bruce uttered with a groan. "Doesn't matter, though. I know it's a girl."

"I don't know how you could know that," she insisted.

"Just a feeling I have," he said with a shrug of his shoulder.

"Ah, a little girl would be so sweet to have around the manor," Alfred added.

"It would be nice," Bruce said.

"After having two boys running around here, I'm ready for a little girl," Alfred told them.

"I just don't want you two to get your hopes up that it's a girl," she warned them. "It could very well be a boy."

"We will love the baby no matter what the sex is," Alfred assured her.

"Absolutely," Bruce agreed, "because our baby will have the best mother in the world."

"Her father isn't too bad either," she told him.

"And her grandfather will be her favorite," Alfred decided with a proud grin.

Metropolis (AU)

"Wow…" Diana muttered as she stared in awe at the Metro Tower looming so large before them.

"What is it?" Bruce asked.

"It looks almost identical to our Metro Tower," she revealed.

"Really?" he said. "I've passed it a few times, but I've never been inside before. I'm anxious to see what it's like."

"Have you ever met any of the League members?" she asked as they walked towards the front entrance.

"Once," he admitted. "I met Hawkwoman during a bank robbery. She was amazing."

Diana had a difficult time processing the fact Bruce was in the middle of bank robbery and didn't do anything about it. She was so used to the Bruce in her universe reacting to a crime, jumping directly into the middle of the firestorm without a second thought, without thinking of himself. It was strange to know a version of Bruce who wasn't a superhero, who allowed others to save him in dangerous situations.

She didn't think any less of this Bruce. In fact, she knew him to be a very generous man who cared deeply about those around him. He helped others through different channels that didn't include risking his life every single day. It was an aspect of the other Bruce that she didn't see as often, a side he tried to keep hidden, but she knew existed nonetheless.

Entering through the main doors of the Metro Tower, Diana wasn't the least bit surprised to see Flash standing there waiting for them. "Welcome," he cheerfully greeted them.

"Hi, I'm Diana," she replied, shaking his hand. "This is Bruce—"

"Bruce Wayne," Flash interrupted her, shaking his hand vigorously. "It's an honor to meet you, sir. You've done so much good for Gotham and the world."

"Thank you," Bruce said, clearly touched by Flash's praise. "I'm the one who is honored to meet you."

"Nonsense," Flash replied with a wave of his hand as he began to lead them to the conference room. "You do just as much good without a costume and a superhero name."

Diana frowned to herself as she tried to decide if this was Barry Allen or Wally West. They sounded similar, making her wonder which one she was talking to. As Flash continued to talk, she ultimately decided it was Barry Allen under the red mask, leaving her to wonder where Wally was. Her heart sank with the thought of no Wally in this world.

"Superman asked me to meet you here and take you to the conference room," Flash revealed. "He had to take care of an unexpected situation, but he should be here any minute."

"It's all right," Diana reassured him. "I'm just thankful that you agreed to meet with me."

"Hey, anything for a fellow Leaguer," he told her. "I always knew there were multiple universes, but I'd never actually met anyone from a different world. I'm anxious to hear your story. It's really fascinating."

"It's definitely fascinating," she agreed.

"I can only imagine the differences," Flash continued. "Do you have a Flash in your world?"

"Yes, we do," she confirmed, unwilling to reveal any more than that. She wasn't about to divulge any secret identities or more information than was necessary about her world. She didn't want to take any chances.

"Don't worry," Flash said. "I'm not going to ask names or anything. I wouldn't want any identities to be revealed."

"I appreciate that," she replied as they entered the conference room. "My friends are very dear to me and I wouldn't want to compromise them in any way."

"I can understand that," he told her. "Please, have a seat. Would either of you like a drink?"

"I'll take a glass of water if you wouldn't mind," Diana requested.

"Nothing for me," Bruce responded as he took a seat next to Diana.

"I'll be right back," Flash said, reappearing in a second with a bottle of water for Diana.

"Thank you," she murmured, taking the water. "Who else will be joining us?"

"Hope you don't mind if I join you," Martian Manhunter answered her question as he strode into the room.

Diana smiled fondly at J'onn, her spirits lifting at the sight of her dear friend. "I would love to have you join us, J'onn."

J'onn smiled slightly in return as he took a seat across the table from her. "I believe Mister Terrific and Cyborg will also be joining us. Superman wanted to know their thoughts on the matter."

"Any help would be welcomed," she agreed.

J'onn's eyes glowed orange for a moment before returning to normal. "I sense a second soul inside of you," he told her. "You are with child."

"Yes, I am," she confirmed with a faint blush as Bruce took her hand under the table in a silent show of support.

"Congratulations," he replied as he glanced at Bruce. "Are you certain that you want to leave this world now that you are pregnant?"

"I'm just finding out what my options are," she asserted. "I'm not making any decisions until then."

"I understand," he said with a nod.

"Sorry I'm late," Superman apologized as he rushed into the room followed by Cyborg and Mister Terrific. "Little emergency I had to handle."

"No problem," Diana reassured him. "I understand how that happens."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Wonder Woman," Superman greeted her, shaking her hand before taking a seat by J'onn.

"Please, call me Diana," she insisted.

"Will do, Diana," he responded, turning his attention to the man sitting beside her. "Bruce Wayne…it's nice to meet you too."

"Thank you for meeting with us," Bruce said.

"We're eager to help if we can," the Man of Steel told them. "Why don't you start at the beginning, Diana."

Diana carefully explained the fight against members of the Secret Society, not wanting to leave any details out that might prove helpful. She tried to describe the weapon that Grodd had used on her, but it was difficult because it had all happened so fast. She'd been forced to react at a moment's notice.

She told them how she had been enveloped in a bright blue light only to find herself on the west coast in this new universe to find the date completely different from her world. It had taken her a week to get to Gotham, hoping that Bruce would be able to help her.

"So, in your world, Bruce Wayne is someone of great importance to you?" Superman questioned her.

Diana could feel Bruce's eyes on her, but she answered truthfully. "Yes, in my world, Bruce is a close friend and valuable ally of the Justice League," she confirmed, not wanting to give any more information about him.

Before she had arrived, she had purposefully blocked Batman from her thoughts, knowing that J'onn would read her mind in order to confirm her story. She didn't want to give away Bruce's secret identity or compromise him in any way. She had sworn to keep his secret and she would take it to her grave.

"When I found Diana, she was badly injured," Bruce added, trying to help take the focus off his doppelgänger. "I took her to my home to recover and see what I could do to help her."

"I've been doing research on your world and on any possible way to return to my universe," she continued.

"Have you tried contacting Dr. Emil Hamilton at all?" Superman asked.

"I wanted to, but I was hesitant to do so," she confessed. "In my world, Dr. Hamilton was a close friend of Superman, but then he betrayed him. I wasn't certain if your Dr. Hamilton was trustworthy or not."

"Smart move," Cyborg said with a nod. "I would've been wary too."

"Well, he hasn't betrayed me in any way…at least not yet," Superman replied with a frown, a sense of wariness rising within him about his friend. "I can reach out to him if you'd like. I won't mention you by name, but I can talk to him to see if it's something that can actually be done."

"Have you ever encountered anything like this before?" Bruce asked.

"I have to say this is a first that we know of," Mister Terrific replied, rubbing his chin.

"You've never been transported to another universe?" she questioned them.

"No, never," Superman confirmed.

"I've heard theories about transportation between universes," Cyborg revealed. "Even if we were able to build some sort of a transportation machine, the problem remains that there is an infinite number of universes. The possibility of finding your universe is going to be next to impossible."

Diana's shoulder fell slightly with the thought of never seeing her friends and family again. She'd never see her Bruce again…see that little quirk at the corner of his mouth when he tried to suppress a smile when he teased her or hear that deep, rasping growl of his.

She fought back tears as Cyborg and Mister Terrific discussed various possibilities, her chest growing tight with fear. She'd never see Donna, her sisters, or her mother again…never spend time with her friends in the League or Princess Audrey. The life that she had known before was gone.

She felt Bruce squeeze her hand beneath the table, providing her the comfort that she so desperately needed at that moment. She turned to look into his eyes, finding nothing but love and compassion there. She could see how badly he hurt for her. It only seemed to make her love him even more.

He was putting aside his own desire for her to stay here in this world with him for her greater good, willing to sacrifice what he obviously wanted most of all for her happiness. She'd never known such a self-sacrificing man until she'd met Bruce and it had definitely carried through to the Bruce of this universe as well.

"It'll be okay," he softly reassured her.

She gave him a tender smile, tightening her hold on his hand in response. She knew without a single doubt that she never would've gotten through this without him. Maybe it was time to accept the new life that she had been given…the life that she had wanted with the Bruce in her universe…the life that he had denied them both.

She knew in her heart she wasn't settling for second best nor was she turning her back on the Bruce from her world. She was accepting what life had given her—a second chance at a new love. Because of that love, she was carrying their child. The thought warmed her heart and brought immense joy.

"Would you mind if we did some research of our own?" Superman asked. "We'd like to explore options."

"We'd also like to determine the risks not only to you but to our world be trying to transport you back to your dimension," Mister Terrific added.

"I completely understand," Diana replied as she stood to her feet along with Bruce. "I just want to make sure that I know what options there are before I make any decisions. If there is no way to return to my universe, I'm fully prepared to make a life here in your world."

"Don't give up hope yet," Superman told her. "I can't make any promises, but I can tell you that we will do what we can to help you as long as it isn't detrimental to our world."

"I agree," she said. "I wouldn't want to do anything to compromise your world in any way."

"I'll see you out," Flash offered, walking behind them.

Bruce took Diana's hand in his as they walked towards the front entrance. He was anxious to talk to her and make sure she was all right. He could tell it had been a disappointing blow. He could hardly blame her. The thought of never seeing Dick and Alfred or his friends again was a devastating thought.

"Thank you, Flash," Diana said as they left.

"Don't worry, Diana," he told her. "We'll do everything we can to help you."

"I can't thank you enough," she replied with a forced smile.

Exiting the Metro Tower into the sunlight, Bruce pulled her to a stop by a bench, wanting her to sit with him. "Are you okay?" he asked her.

Diana drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly before responding. "It's hard," she confessed, her forehead creasing thoughtfully. "I feel torn between two worlds. I miss my home and my family and friends. I want to return home, but I love you and I don't want to leave you. I guess I want the best of both worlds."

Bruce wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he kissed her temple. "I know this has been very hard for you."

"Well, it's in the hands of the Justice Association now," she said, forcing a smile in an attempt to reassure him. "If they are unable to help me, then I'm afraid you're going to be stuck with me."

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle in response, pulling her into a kiss. "Stuck isn't quite the word that I would use," he told her. "I'd be thrilled to be stuck with you, though."

"I'd be thrilled to be stuck with you too," she said, sharing a sweet kiss.

"Come on," he murmured as he stood to his feet. "Let's go home and see what Alfred prepared for our special celebration dinner."

"I wonder how Dick will react to the unexpected news that he's going to be an uncle," she wondered.

"Knowing him, he'll be ecstatic," Bruce assured her as they made their way to his car.

A/N: Wow! Who would want to leave the AU Bruce? He's a dream come true! LOL!

UP NEXT: Tim confronts Bruce while AU Dick finds out he's going to be an uncle. Will he be happy about it? :)