Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Here's my annual BMWW Christmas fic present to you! I hope you love how it turned out. :)

A Baby…or Two for Christmas

Wayne Manor; December 24th, 22:36 EST

"Diana Wayne! What on earth do you think you're doing?" he angrily growled in that deep, foreboding voice that caused criminals to spontaneously urinate on themselves.

Diana sheepishly looked up to find her husband standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips and a disapproving Bat-scowl fixed firmly on his lips. "What?" she innocently asked before blowing a raven curl out of her line of sight.

"You know what, Princess," he ground out in obvious frustration as he closed the distance between them. "You're supposed to be resting, not crawling all over the floor on your hands and knees."

"Bruce, I'm pregnant, not incapacitated," she huffed in annoyance as she sat back on her heels, her hands coming to rest on her protruding abdomen.

"Miss Diana!" Alfred exclaimed, aghast by what he found as he entered the library. "You should not be doing that in your condition. You know I am more than happy to wrap the Christmas presents for you."

"I'm fully capable of wrapping presents," Diana maintained with a stubborn air of indignation as she leveled the two men with a glare.

Despite how much she loved them both dearly, they had been hovering over her for months now and she was growing annoyed with it. Tim and Dick hadn't been much better either when they were around, constantly taking things from her to carry for her. Tim wouldn't even let her carry her own cup of tea the other day.

"My little sun and stars! You should be sitting with your feet up, not crawling around the floor like that," Hippolyta scolded her as she came to stand beside Alfred just inside the room. "You push yourself far too hard. You need to be taking better care of yourself and my grandchildren."

Diana cursed in Ancient Greek, a scowl that could rival Bruce's appearing on her face. "I haven't been doing much of anything since Bruce banned me from the Watchtower two months ago. He put me on inactive duty right after an electrical fire broke out in the Monitor Womb while I was doing monitor duty."

"You could have been hurt," Bruce snapped, folding his arms against his chest as he glared down at his wife.

"It was a small fire at a work station on the other side of the Monitor Womb!" Diana heatedly protested. "They had it under control in a couple of minutes."

"I refuse to put your life in jeopardy no matter how small, especially when you're carrying my children," Bruce told her in no uncertain terms. "You and the babies mean far too much to me to let anything happen to you."

Alfred leaned over towards Hippolyta with a secretive air, thankful to have another parent around to help him with Bruce and Diana. "You missed a humdinger of an argument when Master Bruce banned her from the League. Everyone was diving for cover around here when that quarrel started."

"I can imagine," Hippolyta commiserated with the British Butler, a smile on her face. "She is very headstrong."

"I say we leave them to their obstinacy," Alfred suggested as he offered the Amazon Queen his arm. "Care to join me for a cup of tea?"

"That sounds lovely," she agreed, taking his arm. "But shouldn't someone stay to referee?"

"Not necessary, your highness," he replied. "They always manage to work it out. I think they sometimes argue just so they can make up."

"You know we can hear you!" Bruce yelled as the pair left the room. He turned his attention to his wife on the floor. "And just how do you plan on getting up off the floor?"

She sweetly smiled up at him, batting her eyelashes seductively. "I was hoping my handsome husband that I love with all my heart and put me in this pregnant state would help me up."

Bruce shook his head in amusement as he tried to suppress a smirk. "You never cease to amaze me, Princess," he replied as he moved behind her, bending over and sliding his arms under hers.

He carefully helped his wife up onto her feet, receiving a sensuous kiss for his assistance. "I think those were your exact words last night," she reminded him.

His hands came to rest on her hips as he leaned in and kissed her deeply until she was moaning into his mouth. "I think you almost killed me last night," he huskily replied.

"It's not my fault I can't get enough of my husband," she claimed. "Besides, I didn't hear you complaining last night."

"I could hardly catch my breath let alone talk," he told her. "I was too busy trying not to black out."

"So I guess you don't want me to pleasure you like that again?"

"Wait," he quickly stopped her, tightening his hold on her waist. "I never said that."

Diana's chuckle turned into a wince, her breath catching in her throat as she pulled back from him. He immediately frowned, his hands moving to her belly. "What is it?"

"I don't know," she murmured, shaking her head with a frown as her hands moved to her abdomen beside his. "Just a sharp pain."

"That's it...come here," he said, taking her hand. "You need to sit down. Leslie said you need to be resting far more than you have been."

Diana allowed him to lead her to the couch. She settled down beside him, sighing as he pulled her to lie back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands on her belly. "I can't wait until our babies come," he confessed, turning to kiss her temple before nuzzling her neck.

"I can't either," she admitted. "I'm as big as Athena's Temple. I can't wait to get my figure back so I can finally tie my own shoes again."

"I love your amazing figure, but there's just something so attractive and beautiful about seeing you carrying my babies," he told her, his hand caressing her belly. "And I have to confess that I've loved taking care of you these last few months."

"I'm sure you have," she grumbled in annoyance. "You love having me at your mercy, knowing that I can't get up without help or each reach my feet."

"It has been rather enjoyable," he teased.

"Are you sure Dick doesn't mind helping cover patrol in Gotham for you for a little while after the babies come?" She asked.

"He's the one who suggested it," Bruce told her, kissing along her jaw. "In fact, he should be here soon. He's going to stay at the manor for a week or so to help out. Huntress and Canary also volunteered to help cover so I could stay with you for a little while."

"That's very sweet," she agreed.

"Yuck! They're in here cuddling again!" Tim yelled as he walked into the library. "What's up?"

"Who are you yelling at?" Bruce asked.

"Me," Dick said as he entered.

"And me," Donna answered following her boyfriend.

"Donna," Diana greeted her, attempting to sit up.

Bruce tightened his hold on her in an effort to keep her from moving out of his embrace. "Do not get up."

"Please, Diana," Donna said. "Don't get up. You're in no condition to—"

"Don't say it!" Diana yelled in exasperation. "If one more person talks about my condition, I'm going to leave and spend the rest of this pregnancy in solitude where no one can find me."

"You are not going anywhere, Princess," Bruce heatedly stated. "You are going to give birth any day now."

"I hope it's tomorrow," Donna dreamily said as she sank into an overstuffed chair beside Dick, leaning against him.

Dick wrapped his arm around Donna's shoulders, enjoying the feel of her against him. "Why?"

"Because tomorrow is their first wedding anniversary," Donna pointed out. "Wouldn't it be special if the babies came on your wedding anniversary?"

"It would be pretty special," Diana admitted. "We got engaged on Christmas...married on Christmas. It would be nice if they came tomorrow."

"I don't care when they come just as long as they're healthy and you're all right," Bruce decided.

"I'll be fine, Bruce," Diana reassured him, taking his hand in hers. "Women have been having babies for thousands of years."

"And all sorts of things have gone wrong during the delivery process for thousands of years," Bruce grumbled.

"Nothing is going to go wrong," Diana told him, bring his hand to her lips and kissing it. "You worry far too much."

"No, I don't," he maintained. "I just want to be prepared for every eventuality. Twins can throw a curveball. There are all sorts of things that can go wrong."

"Bruce, you've thought of everything," Dick replied. "You have a freaking intensive care unit set up in the west wing of the manor."

"Yah, it's huge," Tim added. "It's better outfitted than the Batcave."

"It has to be," Bruce stated. "I'm not taking any risks with the health of my wife and twins."

"Have you finally settled on names?" Donna asked.

"Yes," Diana replied. "It took some coaxing and negotiating, but we finally agreed on names."

"Bruce basically outlawed any and all names that involved Greek mythology," Tim interjected with a grin. "After that, it started progressing much better."

"I will not have a child named Apollo or Harmonia."

"I don't know, Bruce," Dick said with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Apollo Wayne has a nice ring to it."

"No, it does not," he ground out.

Alfred appeared in the library at that moment. "The Christmas cookies are ready."

"Awesome!" Tim exclaimed. "I'm starving."

Tim, Dick, and Donna raced from the room, leaving Bruce and Diana alone. "You are staying right here," Bruce readily decided. "I can bring you some tea if you'd like."

"That actually sounds—"

Diana abruptly lurched forward as a sharp pain tore through her, stealing her breath. Bruce instantly sat forward as well, his hand coming to rest on her back. "Diana, are you all right? Do I need to call Leslie?"

"No…it's all right. I'm fine," she told him as she struggled to her feet only to bend over and clutch her abdomen, her water breaking at that moment.

"No, you're not," Bruce growled, running to the doorway. "Alfred! Call Leslie! It's time!"

He returned to her side, his arm protectively snaking around her as he began to guide her out of the room. "It's show time, Princess."

"I don't think…I'm ready," she decided.

Bruce chuckled as he led her towards the delivery suite he'd prepared for her and the twins. "I'm pretty sure you have no choice," he told her. "The babies are coming now whether you're ready or not."

"I…I'm worried, Bruce," she softly admitted, pausing as another contraction took hold of her.

"It's okay, Princess," he reassured her, rubbing her back. He was somewhat stunned by the role reversal, wondering how he had suddenly became the optimistic one. "We'll get through it together. I'm not leaving your side for any reason."

Hippolyta unexpectedly appeared at Diana's other side, her arm wrapping around her shoulders. "I'm here, my sun and stars," she murmured.

"Let's get her to the delivery room," Bruce told his mother-in-law. "I want to get her as comfortable as soon as possible."

"Alfred called Leslie," Hippolyta informed him. "She said she'd be here just as soon as she can."

"Good," Bruce said with a nod, worry lacing his voice. "I've already started timing her contractions. It shouldn't be long now."

"Do you think everything is okay?" Hippolyta asked, picking up on the concern in his voice.

"I hope so but we'll know more once I get her hooked up to the monitors and when Leslie gets here," Bruce said.

"Um, remember me…the woman in labor?" Diana stated with obvious annoyance as they entered the delivery room.

"I'm sorry, my dear," Hippolyta apologized. "We just want to make sure everything is perfect."

Diana cried out in pain as she leaned on the edge of the bed, her fingers curling into the bed covers. "Just make the pain stop…and it'll be just fine."

Bruce helped her change into a hospital gown before helping her lie down. She sank back against the pillows with a sigh of release as another contraction passed, pausing to brush her raven hair away from face already glistening with sweat.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand coming to rest against her cheek. "I love you, Princess," he murmured before kissing her.

Tears glistened in her bright blue eyes as she gazed up at him. "I love you too," she breathlessly whispered.

He erased a stray tear with his lips, his nose nuzzling her cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

"I haven't done anything yet," she teased, her hand coming to rest against the back of his neck to keep him close to her.

"You're Wonder Woman," he reminded her. "You're the strongest, most amazing woman I have ever known. You're going to do great."

Her lips curled as she brushed her lips against his. "Just remember," she murmured. "This is all your fault and I will make you pay dearly for causing me all of this pain."

Bruce couldn't help but chuckle with her threat, thankful that she was at least keeping her sense of humor despite how uncomfortable he knew she had to be. "I believe you were a full and willing participant, Princess."

"I think you seduced me," she retorted.

"Who was seducing who three years ago?" he reminded her. "I believe it was you who sent me on a scavenger hunt all over the Watchtower before finding you in your quarters."

"Well, I had to do something to get you to notice me," she ground out as another contraction took hold of her.

"Oh, I'd already noticed you, Princess," he told her. "I was trying desperately to keep from giving in to what I wanted, but you made it next to impossible that night."

"Do I even want to know what you two are talking about?" Hippolyta asked.

"No, mother," Diana replied, forgetting her mother was still in the room. Her head fell back against the pillows as she tried to relax between contractions, but they were beginning to come closer together now.

"Mom!" Tim breathlessly exclaimed as he raced into the delivery room. "Are you doing okay? Do I need to get you anything? I can hold your hand for you if you want me to. I hope it won't hurt too much. I hate seeing you in pain. It is all Bruce's fault, though."

Diana chuckled with Tim's excitement as Bruce turned to glare at him. "I'm fine, but thank you for offering," she replied.

She swallowed back another cry, mostly for Tim's benefit. She didn't want him to worry about her anymore than he obviously already was. She leaned forward, curling around her abdomen as another contraction tore through her.

"Tim, why don't you go keep Dick, Donna, and Alfred company?" Bruce suggested, seeing how much pain his wife was in.

Tim's shoulders slumped slightly with disappointment. Diana noticed, feeling sorry for the teenager. "It's going to be a little while before they arrive," she told him.

"I promise I'll bring them out to meet you as soon as they're here," Bruce said, squeezing his son's shoulder.

Tim brightened with the reassurance. "I can hardly wait," he said. "We've been waiting for them forever."

"I know the feeling," Diana lamented with a groan.

"Okay, I'll wait with the others," he decided as he left the room.

Diana did her best to control her breathing as Bruce started applying monitors, but it was next to impossible with the pain that continually tore through her at regular intervals. "I...I think the contractions are...coming more frequently."

"I need to check you to see how dilated you are," Bruce told her, helping her prop her feet up in the stirrups.

Hippolyta brought a basin with cool water to the other side of her bed, settling into a chair. "Here, my dear," she soothed her, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead with a cloth.

"I'm so glad you're here, mother," Diana replied as she sank back against the pillows once more.

"There's no other place I'd rather be," she reassured her as she stroked her cheek. "I can't believe my little girl is going to have babies of her own. It just doesn't seem possible."

Diana chuckled softly as her eyes fell closed. "Mother, I'm not a little girl anymore. I haven't been for a thousands years."

"You will always be my little girl," she told her. "You and Bruce will feel the same way about your children someday."

"I hear you're not having this party without me," Leslie said as she swept into the room.

Bruce released a sigh of relief at the sight of the doctor that was like a mother to him. "Leslie," he muttered, more than thankful that she was here. "She's already at six centimeters."

"Sounds like you're progressing very well, Diana," Leslie commented as she made her way to the sink to wash up. "It shouldn't be long before this room will be filled with the sounds of your babies' cries."

"And that's just the beginning for the two of you," Hippolyta said, a knowing smile on her lips. "You two won't be getting any sleep for the next two years."

"Thanks, mother," Diana sarcastically replied, gritting her teeth against another wave of pain.

Her breathless cry of pain caused Bruce to rush back to her side once more. "Diana, hold my hand."

"No…I can't," she refused him, adamantly shaking her head. "I…I might crush your hand by accident."

"It's a risk I'm more than willing to take," he firmly stated, offering his hand to her.

Hippolyta smiled to herself as she watched them. She had been quite reluctant to accept Bruce as her son-in-law at first, but he had more than proven himself. Their love for one another was unmistakable as Bruce held her hand, whispering his love to her as Leslie checked her again.

"I have…I have to push," Diana said, pressing her head back against the pillows.

"You're not there quite yet, Diana, but you're getting closer," Leslie told her. "You're already at eight centimeters."

Diana breathlessly cursed in Greek, unsure of how much longer she could hold out. It felt like her body was being torn apart, the need to push becoming next to unbearable. She squirmed on the bed, trying to discover a comfortable position, but failing to find one. She dug her heels into the stirrups, fighting the overwhelming desire to push her little ones out into the world, knowing that she had to hang on a little longer.

It was tearing Bruce apart inside to see her in so much pain, wishing more than anything that he could take it all away for her. They were both thrilled with the impending additions to their family, but, at the same time, he felt guilty for being the reason she was so miserable. He just wished it was over already so she could rest. He could see that she was beginning to wear down.

Hippolyta had warned him that since the gods removed Diana's immortality when she married him, she would likely suffer the travails of childbirth as a normal woman would. He hated it that his mother-in-law was being proven right. It inflamed his fury with Diana's gods for practically abandoning her when she needed them the most.

He leaned in and kissed her temple, pressing his forehead against her cheek. "You're doing amazing, Princess," he softly told her. "You can do this. I know you can. You're so determined and have such a strong-will. It's one of the many things that I love so much about you."

"You're just…trying to talk me out of…getting revenge on you for this," she said, squeezing his hand.

"Just make sure I die a happy man, Princess," he teased her.

"I have to push…please, Leslie," Diana breathlessly pleaded with her.

"You can push now, Diana," Leslie told her. "You're fully dilated."

"Oh, thank Hera," Diana gasped, releasing Bruce's hand to grip her knees.

She pushed for as long and as hard as she could before collapsing back against the pillows, sweat running down her face and back. Hippolyta gently wiped the sweat from her brow as Bruce rubbed her thigh in an attempt to soothe her.

"Again, Diana," Leslie encouraged her. "You can do it."

Bruce helped Diana sit up, her hands moving to grip the titanium handles as she pushed again. She bore down, gritting her teeth against the pain. Her head fell back as she cried out, her chest heaving. She was having a hard time catching her breath, her limbs trembling as she struggled to delivery her firstborn.

Bruce looked at Leslie with a worried expression, sensing that something was wrong as a couple of monitors began to beep loudly. "What's wrong?"

"Her oxygen saturation is dropping and her blood pressure is rising," Leslie informed him, nodding to the oxygen tank. "Let's start oxygen at four liters."

Bruce immediately grabbed an oxygen mask, slipping it over his wife's face before turning the oxygen on. "Is she going to be okay? How are the babies?"

"Everything is going to be all right, Bruce," Leslie reassured him. "This sometimes happens in stressful deliveries."

Diana reached over and grabbed Bruce's hand, squeezing it as she gave him a reassuring look filled with love. "It's okay," she told him, her words muffled by the breathing mask.

Bruce stroked her hair, his eyes filled with fear. "Come on, Princess," he whispered. "Stay with me through this."

"I finally got you," she replied. "I'm not going anywhere now."

"Push, Diana," Leslie coached her. "I need a real hard push right now."

Diana struggled to lean forward, bearing down as she gripped her knees again. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as the first baby's head began to crown. Bruce wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her up as she continued to push.

Diana cried out as the sounds of her first baby's cry filled the air as well. "We have a little girl," Leslie proudly announced, holding up the wailing and squirming baby.

Diana's tears came faster as she gazed at her daughter, more than relieved that her firstborn was finally here. Leslie cut the umbilical cord before quickly checking the baby. Making sure she was fine, she handed the baby to Hippolyta who stood ready with a blanket.

The Queen of the Amazons took her granddaughter into her arms, making her way to the small tub already filled with warm water. She looked down on the beautiful baby in her arms, her heart already belonging to this new little life. She had never dreamed that her daughter would marry a man and have a baby of her own someday, but, at that moment, she couldn't imagine anything in life more perfect than this.

"Okay, one more to go, Diana," Leslie told her. "Give me another strong push."

Diana leaned back against her husband, his strong arms wrapped around her in support and comfort. "You can do it, Princess. We're almost there."

"Bruce…" she breathlessly uttered his name, exhaustion taking hold of her.

"We have our daughter Rachel. It's time to meet her sister now," he encouraged her.

"One more push and Rachel's sister will be here," Leslie told her.

Diana braced herself as she bore down for another push. She wanted to hold her daughters and then she wanted to sleep for days. She ground her teeth as she pushed; another baby's wail filling the air as Diana collapsed back into Bruce's embrace.

"You did it," he said, kissing her temple as he stroked her hair damp with perspiration.

Hippolyta handed her a pink bundle already sound asleep, a tuff of raven hair on her head. Diana could barely see through her tears as she gazed into the beautiful face of her firstborn daughter Rachel. "She's absolutely perfect," she murmured as she removed the oxygen mask from her face. "She has your nose, Bruce."

"Not a chance, Princess," Bruce scolded her, putting the oxygen mask back on. "You need to keep it on until Leslie says so and Rachel looks just like you."

Diana glared at her husband, but couldn't maintain it. She was too overcome with joy to truly be mad at him at that moment. "Not going to work on me, Princess," Bruce told her. "I invented that glare."

"Isn't she beautiful?" Diana asked.

He gazed at his daughter in his wife's arms, his heart near exploding. "She's perfect…just like you."

"So is Reesa—your Christmas baby," Hippolyta replied, giving her second granddaughter to her son-in-law.

"What?" Diana asked, surprised.

"It's fifteen minutes after midnight," Leslie informed them. "You have a Christmas baby."

Bruce took his daughter Reesa into his arms, immediately falling in love with his second-born as well. He never could've imagined that his life could be this wonderful. "Um, we have a definite problem," he announced.

"What is it?" Diana asked, worried.

"Our twin daughters look exactly alike," Bruce grimaced, looking from Rachel to Reesa and back again. "This is going to be a nightmare trying to tell them apart."

Hippolyta chuckled with the dilemma as she stared at the couple holding their twin daughters. "You'll have to tie a different colored ribbon on their ankles so you can tell them apart until they get older."

"Or you could paint one of the girl's toenail pink to remember who is who," Leslie suggested.

"Hera, help us," Diana muttered, shaking her head. "We are in for a lot of trouble, Bruce."

"Just wait until they try to pull a bait and switch on us when they're older," Bruce replied with a grin. "We could always tag them like they do wildlife."

"I do not think so, Bruce Wayne!" Diana retorted. "My daughters are not going to be tagged like some animal."

"You could pierce their ears," Leslie offered. "Reesa could wear pink earrings and Rachel purple."

"My daughters are not going to have their ears pierced already," Bruce adamantly maintained. "It's going to be bad enough when they're older and want to drive or date boys."

Diana pulled the oxygen mask off; refusing to wear it a moment longer no matter what her husband had to say about it. "I'll have to keep my lasso handy at all times to make sure we know who we're talking to."

"I'm going to introduce the girls to the rest of the family," Bruce said. "I want you to rest. That's an order, Princess."

Diana unfortunately had to agree, her eyelids growing heavier by the moment. She relinquished Rachel to her mother as Leslie finished her examination and clean up. Bruce held Reesa close as he stood to his feet, leaning down and kissing his wife gently on the lips.

"You were beyond amazing…just like I knew you'd be," he murmured. "I love you, Diana."

"I love you too, Bruce," she whispered. "Please…hurry back."

Bruce smiled at her, brushing his nose against hers. "I'll be back before you know it. You just get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

Diana nodded her head as her eyes fell closed. He stood there for a moment just taking in her beauty, reaching out to stroke her hair. He was still overwhelmed by the fact that she had chosen to love him, giving him the family and the life that he had believed was meant for so many others, but never for him.

"I'll take care of her, Bruce," Leslie reassured him, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "Enjoy time with your family."

"Thank you, Leslie," he replied. "Thank you for helping bring my Christmas present into the world."

Leslie smiled affectionately at the man who was like a son to her as she squeezed his shoulder. She knew that his parents would have been so proud. "It's my pleasure, but she did all the work."

Bruce glanced at his sleeping wife. "She's truly incredible in every way imaginable," he agreed.

"That she is," Leslie said. "Your parents would be so proud of the life you have made for yourself, Bruce. I know that Alfred and I are."

Bruce smiled brightly at the woman who was like a mother to him, his eyes shining with tears that he refused to allow to fully form. He could only nod his head in response, too overcome with emotion at that moment to speak.

He turned to leave the room, Reesa sleeping soundly in his protective arms. His mind took him back to that Christmas three years ago when Diana had seduced him on the Watchtower. It had been an incredibly passionate night, one that he knew he'd never forget.

While he had been reluctant about starting a relationship with the beautiful Amazon, he was more than thankful that Diana hadn't given up on him, taking the initiative to make him see that they could be together. Because of her, he had been opened up to a whole new world filled with love and happiness.

And now, he was holding the physical evidence of that love in his arms. He knew in that moment that he wouldn't trade any of it for all that the world could possibly offer him.

And because of his princess, Christmas had once again become his favorite holiday.

TO BE CONTINUED CHRISTMAS 2017