TITLE: Baby's First Christmas

AUTHOR: LOTSlover

CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman

RATING: T

WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings

DISCLAIMER: I love Justice League, but especially Batman and Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, I do not own the characters and, if I did, things would be much different for them.

SUMMARY: Bruce and Diana enjoy their first Christmas with their daughter.

Baby's First Christmas

It was Christmas morning.

The first Christmas morning with his wife.

The first Christmas morning with their daughter Amaya.

The first Christmas spent together like a real family for the first time since he'd lost his parents.

He couldn't remember the last time that he'd been this excited about something, excluding his wedding and the birth of their daughter. Christmas had always resurrected so much pain for him since he had been an eight-year-old boy, just another holiday that he'd sooner sleep through than actually be a part of or even acknowledge existed.

It had always been far easier to just bury himself in his work and pretend that it didn't hurt him deeply that his life would never be the same…that the happiness and love that everyone else was celebrating was something that he'd never get to experience for himself.

He had been locked inside a prison of his own making, a prisoner of his shattered heart and the pain that filled his chest. A certain Amazon princess had managed to swoop into his life and steal what was left of his broken heart, breaking the chains that had kept him locked inside his bitter loneliness.

Diana had set him free, showing him that he a happy life and his mission could co-exist.

Watching her sleep, he found himself longing for her and the pleasure that she always brought him. He reached out, brushing a curl out of her face as his hand came to rest against her cheek. He leaned in, his nose nuzzling hers. His lips sought out her ear, his tongue sneaking out to trace the shell as his hand slid down over her back. She groaned sleepily, her eyes struggling to open despite the sensual morning greeting.

"Bruce…what are you up to?" she murmured with a curl of her lips.

"Merry Christmas, princess," he told her as he placed warm kisses along her shoulder.

"Merry Christmas," she replied, sighing with the feel of his lips against her skin.

Diana rolled onto her side to face her husband, savoring this time alone with him. The boyish expression lighting his face warmed her heart. It was one that had rarely been seen but had been making a more regular appearance after their marriage and especially since the birth of their daughter.

She reached out to trace the curve of his handsome face with her fingers, more than delighted that she'd been a part of the reason for that happiness. It was still an arduous work in progress, but their daughter had certainly helped in that regard as well, bringing out a sentimental side in him that he'd kept hidden from everyone.

"I never thought that you'd be this excited about Christmas," she commented.

His lips greeted hers in a sensual kiss as his arm snaked around her back to pull her flush against the length of him. "I've never had a wife and daughter to share it with before."

"It will be fun to see how she reacts to the presents," she admitted. "I still think we bought way too many presents, though."

"Nonsense," he declared, brushing his nose against hers. "It'll be great."

"Between you, Alfred, and her brothers, our daughter is the most spoiled child on the face of the planet," she told him.

"It can't be helped," he maintained. "If we hadn't made such an amazing daughter, it might be a little easier not to spoil her."

"She'll never learn to walk well at this rate," she said. "None of you put her down long enough for her to get very good at it."

"You know you're not exactly innocent," he pointed out. "You spoil her as much as the rest of us do."

"I have to," she claimed. "We're the only two females in the house. We have to stick together against you men."

"Well, without this man, you wouldn't have a daughter," he reminded her with a sexy smirk as he ground his hips against hers, earning a throaty gasp.

"I guess you did help a little," she decided as she thoughtfully looked up at the ceiling with a mischievous grin tugging at her lips.

Bruce leveled his wife with a narrowed glare. "A little? I believe I did most of the work."

Her lilting laughter filled their bedroom as abruptly Bruce moved on top of her, trapping her between him and the mattress with his body. "I believe you were well rewarded for your performance that night," she reminded him.

Bruce groaned as he thought back on that night when passion had exploded in the Batcave. While he had been the one to initiate the first encounter that night, she had most definitely taken over on their second love-making session. He'd been pretty confident that was the night they'd conceived their daughter.

"You were insatiable that night," he remembered.

"You certainly didn't seem to mind," she reminded him.

"I never said I minded," he replied, his lips grazing along her throat. "I just wasn't surprised when you later told me we were going to have a baby."

A sudden knock at the door brought their alone time to an immediate end. "Master Bruce…Miss Diana," Alfred called through the door. "You have two children who are very anxious to open Christmas presents."

The sound of a small hand slapping at the door followed by a "dada…mama" told them Amaya was awake. "We'll be right down," Diana replied.

Bruce groaned as Diana leaned up and kissed him. "That should hold you until later."

"Not likely," he grumbled as she slipped out from under him, walking over to where her silk robe was draped over a chair.

Bruce watched her for a moment as she moved, appreciating the gods-given curves that had been bestowed upon her. He could still hardly believe that she was all his even after being together for over a year, married for six months now.

"You better come, Bruce, or you'll have Tim breaking down the door to get us both down there," she warned him as she tied her robe.

Getting out of bed, he quickly pulled on a pair of sleeping pants and a t-shirt before heading out of their bedroom with his wife in tow. The sound of Tim's excited voice carried down the hall as they descended

the stairs, Alfred's voice following as he tried to keep him from opening the gifts before the rest of the family got there.

"Morning, baby girl," Bruce said as he entered the living room.

Amaya toddled towards him, falling on her bottom halfway to her father. He reached down and lifted her up into his arms, kissing her on the cheek. Turning, he noticed Diana leaning against the doorframe with a sweet smile on her face, watching the family they had made together.

She always knew that Bruce would make an amazing father someday and he had more than proven her right. He had been so nervous when they had discovered she was pregnant, but she hadn't been worried in the least. Bruce and Amaya shared a special bond that could never be broken.

Amaya was dressed in a red onesie that had snowmen on it, her raven curls in chaos from a night's sleep. Walking towards her, Diana snatched the pacifier out of her daughter's mouth, two bottom teeth revealed as she smiled at her mother. "Are you ready to open presents, sun and stars?" Diana asked her.

Amaya babbled something in response, pointing excitedly at the Christmas tree as Bruce sat down on the floor with her. Their daughter had been enamored with the huge Christmas tree loaded with lights and ornaments since the moment they had first put it up after Thanksgiving. The entire bottom section was devoid of lights and ornaments after curious little hands had broken two of the ornaments and completely destroyed a whole string of lights.

Squirming out of her father's hold on her, Amaya immediately lunged for the closest gift, her little fingers anxious to get a hold of the wrapping paper. Bruce pulled her back away from the presents, knowing that particular gift was for Alfred.

"All right," Bruce said. "Where should we start?"

"My gift to Amaya first," Tim announced, looking through the pile for the one that he had personally wrapped. Finding it, he handed it to his baby sister, a huge grin on his face. "Here you go, Amaya. I hope she likes it."

"I'm sure she will, Tim," Diana reassured him, touched by his love for his sister. At fifteen, Tim was the perfect big brother, always looking out for his little sister.

They all watched as Amaya ripped the wrapping paper off with her small hands, small bits of wrapping paper flying everywhere as she attacked the gift with a fierce vengeance reminiscent of her Amazonian heritage. She squealed at the picture on the box, chattering endlessly.

Bruce took the box and opened it for her, pulling out the baby doll that was inside. Amaya immediately took it into her arms, holding it to her. Tim beamed with pride as he watched her, knowing that he had made a good choice in his gift.

"I don't think we'll be getting the doll out of her hands anytime soon," Bruce commented with amusement.

"She still has a few more presents to open," Alfred noted, handing Bruce his gift to his granddaughter.

Amaya tore into the wrapping paper once again, giggling excitedly and shaking the box to get the present out. Bruce took it from her, opening it and pulling out a starter tablet for toddlers. Her brow furrowed with concentrated focus as she quickly began pushing the buttons, animal sounds coming from her tablet.

"Alfred, it's perfect," Diana told him. "She's going to love it."

"I think she already does," Bruce commented as she pushed all the buttons.

"All right…let's get to the rest of them," Tim decided.

Amaya scowled as Bruce took the tablet from her hands and set it aside with her doll from Tim, clearly unhappy that he had taken her toys away from her. Tim began handing out the presents to everyone, Bruce helping Amaya with the wrapping paper though she needed little help after a while. She was also more than happy to help everyone else open up their presents too as evidenced by the small scraps of wrapping paper that littered the floor.

Amaya was more than thrilled with all the toys she had received for Christmas, most excited about the activity play center that Bruce and Diana had gotten for her. She kept patting the box with a scowl, trying to get her father to get it out for her to play with, but it required some assembly.

"I'll put it together for you this afternoon," Bruce promised her.

"Here, Amaya," Diana told her as she gave a box to her daughter. "Give daddy his gift from us."

Amaya toddled awkwardly towards him, nearly falling on her bottom again. Righting herself, she reached her father, handing him the box. She began helping him remove the wrapping paper, tossing it over her head. Bruce opened the box and pulled out a silver frame that held a picture of Amaya in it, a poem about words "Daddy's Girl" engraved in cursive along the side.

Bruce stared at it for a long moment, his thumb gently brushing across the touching words. He was stunned by the overwhelming emotions that welled up inside of him, taking him by surprise. He looked up at his daughter, feeling tears building behind his eyes. He quickly banished them before they could fully form or escape.

"Dada," Amaya babbled, patting the picture frame with a proud smile on her face.

"I love it, Amaya," he told her, kissing her forehead. "It's absolutely perfect."

"Do you notice anything else about the present?" Diana asked him from her position standing by the couch, barely able to contain her own excitement.

With a frown, Bruce looked at the gift, his roaming gaze falling on the picture of Amaya. That's when he noticed the pink shirt that she was wearing, the words "Big Sister" written on the front of it. His head shot up in stunned disbelief, his ability to form words suddenly gone.

"What is it?" Tim asked, trying to get a glimpse of the picture frame.

"We're going to have another baby?" Bruce finally asked.

Diana nodded her head, a bright smile on her face. Bruce got to his feet, going over to her and immediately pulled her into a heated kiss. The sound of Alfred and Tim's excited conversation about the new baby became nothing but faint background noise as they lost themselves in the intimate moment.

"Come along Master Timothy," Alfred said as he picked Amaya up, wanting to give the couple a little privacy. "We need to get ready. Master Richard and Miss Donna will be here soon."

Tim, Alfred, and Amaya made a discreet exit, leaving the couple alone in the living room. "I can't believe it," he murmured as he gazed into her eyes. "How far along are you?"

"A month," she replied, a smirk on her lips. "You know this one is all your fault too."

A wicked grin spread across Bruce's face as he remembered a very heated encounter with her in his chair down in the Batcave a month ago before heading out on patrol. "I'll gladly take the blame," he softly said before kissing her again, his hand moving to her still flat abdomen. "I guess it's our unborn baby's first Christmas."

Diana shook her head. "I guess so," she agreed. "I had a feeling you'd like your Christmas present."

"This is the best Christmas ever, princess."