TITLE: A Family Gathering for Christmas

AUTHOR: LOTSlover

CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman

RATING: M

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: Sequel to A Baby or Two for Christmas, this is set five years later. The Wayne family is having a gathering to celebrate the holiday on Christmas Eve. BMWW HGGL SMLL WWLP JJ

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS WONDERBAT FANDOM FAMILY! Hope you enjoy this year's Christmas update! :)

A Family Gathering for Christmas

"Reesa…Rachel!" Diana called.

She sat back to inspect her handiwork, deciding that it didn't look half bad. It definitely wasn't perfect, but wrapping gifts still proved to be a task that she had yet to truly master even after being in Man's World for as long as she had been. It was going to have to do, though, because guests were going to be arriving soon.

Reesa and Rachel ran into the family room, dressed in identical red plaid dresses, white tights, and black patent leather shoes. "Mommy, when is Lara going to be here?" Rachel asked with a frown. "I want to show her our new dollhouse."

"They'll be here in a few minutes," Diana replied, standing to her feet. "Rachel, I want you to be sure to play with Rex and Jonathan too. You don't want to be rude and not include them."

Rachel frowned as her hands found her hips in a move so characteristic of her mother. "But mommy," she pouted. "The boys don't like to play with our dollhouse."

"Maybe find something to do that you all can play," she suggested. "We can always have Lara over for a play date next week."

"I guess so," Rachel said with a sigh. "I can't wait to see baby Jai and Iris. They're so cute."

"They're not yet one year old. They're still too little to play with you yet," Diana reminded them. "Have you seen your dad?"

"No, I think he's still downstairs in his cave," Reesa replied as she wrinkled up her nose in obvious disgust for the dank and dreary sanctuary that was her father's second home.

Diana wasn't sure if it was the bats that the twins hated the most about being down in the cave or the thick musty smell that bothered them so much. Either way, she was thankful that they didn't seem too inclined about following their father downstairs. She wanted to keep them away from the family business for as long as humanly possible.

She sighed heavily as she walked past her daughters. "Why don't you two go see if Alfred needs any help in the kitchen with your birthday cake while I go find your father?"

The twins took off in a run, anxious to find Grandpa Alfred. They'd spent the afternoon with him making sugar cookies for the party tonight. Spending time with him in the kitchen was one of their favorite things to do. Being denied the chance was akin to the worst possible punishment imaginable.

Diana made her way to the grandfather clock in the library, more than determined to pull her husband away from his work to enjoy an evening with friends. While he didn't see it as something to enjoy, she was more than resolved to help him see it her way.

She silently flew down into the dark cavern, spotting her husband hunched over his computer array. The corner of her red lips twitched at the sight, remembering the last time that she had come down here to fetch him a couple of months ago for party they were going to.

It had turned into a very heated session, love being made in that chair he was sitting in now. It caused a faint blush to suffuse her cheeks with the passionate memory, recalling how close they'd come to actually breaking that chair. They definitely couldn't afford a repeat performance this evening with their guests arriving at any moment.

She smoothed her hands over the skirt of her red dress, hoping he liked the new outfit that she had gotten especially for tonight's party. "Just one more minute, Princess," he mumbled as she drew near, alighting on the platform without a single sound.

It never ceased to amaze her how he knew she was there before it seemed humanly possible. "That's what you said two months ago," she pointed out as she came to stand to his right, her hands finding her hips. "Next thing I knew I was being pulled onto your lap and we ended up being almost an hour late for the charity event."

She watched as the corner of his lips quirked with the memory, his expression only described as wicked. "That was definitely a memorable event," he replied with a cocky smirk without making eye contact with her yet. "I haven't been able to look at this chair the same since then."

"Well, don't even think about a repeat performance tonight," she told him, her voice broking no room for argument. "Our friends will be arriving at any minute."

"I just need to check…one more thing…and then…I'll be all yours," he absentmindedly replied as he typed on his keyboard.

"Hera," she muttered under her breath. "I'll believe that when I see it. I swear to all that is holy, Bruce Wayne, if you so much as think about work this evening—"

"I promise I'll behave. I already have Nightwing, Batgirl, and Robin covering for me tonight," he swore as he closed the files before standing to his feet to face her. "Whoa…"

Diana's lips curled with approval as his reaction. "Like what you see?"

"Like is an understatement, Princess," he practically growled with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "You look positively amazing."

His arms were snaking around her waist and pulling her flush against his hard body in one swift motion, his lips claiming hers in an impassioned kiss. She fully returned his love for several moments before gently prying herself free from his embrace.

"As much as I'd love to continue this, everyone will be arriving here shortly," she reminded him as she turned to walk away.

Bruce quickly captured her hand in his, pulling her right back where he wanted her. "Let them wait," he huskily said as he nuzzled her neck with his throat and tongue. "This is the only thing I want for Christmas this year."

"It's Christmas Eve, not Christmas so I guess you'll just have to wait," she teased him, doing her best not to moan her pleasure with the way that he was assaulting her neck.

"Fine," he reluctantly relented, "but come midnight, I'm kicking everyone out, putting the twins to bed, and then I'm going to devour every single inch of you until morning."

"I have something special planned for you later tonight," she revealed as she laced her fingers with his and began to lead him down the steps of the platform. "It's red…and lacy…and very revealing…and I'm wearing it right now."

"Stop…just stop, Princess," he groaned as he followed her up the steps into the manor. "You're making me hard just thinking about it."

"Hopefully, it'll make you think twice before throttling Wally or being grouchy to Kal," she said. "I'd hate to be the one to remove my new lingerie when you do a much better job of it."

Bruce groaned again, rubbing his face with his free hand. "You're killing me, Diana," he growled. "I never knew you had such a mean streak in you."

"You love it," she said with a lilting chuckle.

"Yes, I do," he agreed, his hand caressing her derriere as she paused to open the secret door that lead to the library before squeezing it.

"I think you need a cold shower," she decided, turning and kissing him on the lips.

"No, just you…only you, Princess," he told her, pulling her in for another kiss.

"Eww!" Reesa and Rachel cried in unison. "Alfred! They're kissing again!"

Bruce pulled away to look at his identical twin daughters that were the spitting image of their mother. Still, his genes were definitely present in Reesa's personality and Rachel's nose and mouth. He didn't think he could possibly love them anymore than he already did.

"You just keep thinking that kissing is gross," Bruce said. "I'm not going to let you date until you're in your forties and that's only if you're lucky."

"Bruce," Diana chided him. "Don't you want grandchildren someday?"

"I'll have grandchildren through Dick and Tim," he readily decided.

"Daddy," Rachel said with a shake of her head. "We're too little to like boys."

Alfred appeared at that moment, a smile on his lips with the conversation he'd overheard. "Master Bruce…Miss Diana," he said. "The Kents are just arriving."

"Yay!" the twins cheered before racing to the front door ahead of Alfred to see their best friends.

"If Jonathan makes any attempts to date our daughters, I'll personally have him moved to another planet to live the rest of his life," Bruce grumbled as he followed Diana to the foyer, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.

"You'll do no such thing, Bruce Wayne," Diana threatened him with a dark glare. "Jonathan is four years old. I highly doubt he'll be making any wedding plans in the next twenty years."

"He better not," he muttered with a scowl.

Diana leaned in close, her breath warm and tantalizing against his ear. "Just remember—red, lacy lingerie," she whispered seductively. "It'll all be yours to do with as you please if you behave tonight."

Bruce's frown deepened as he turned to glare at his wife. "You are just evil," he told her, giving her his best and most terrifying batglare. "I always believed you were so sweet and innocent and naïve, but I was so very wrong about you. You know exactly what you're doing."

Diana giggled as she kissed the tip of his nose. "You haven't seen anything yet, Mister Wayne," she replied in a sultry voice.

His eyes fell closed as he desperately tried to cling to what little self-control he had left, but it was most difficult with the way she kept teasing and tempting and torturing him like this. Damn Amazon princess. She was most assuredly going to be the death of him, but what a sweet death it would be.

Alfred opened the door at that moment to reveal the Kents, Jonathan and Lara both racing into the foyer to see Reesa and Rachel. "Welcome, Mister and Missus Kent," the British butler greeted them. "It's always a pleasure to see you. May I take your coats?"

"Hi, Alfred," Clark said with a warm smile as he began to help Lois remove her coat, revealing her growing baby bump.

"I'm famished, Alfred," Lois replied with a grin. "I've been starving for your gourmet cooking."

"She's been craving your egg rolls," Clark revealed.

"I made a double batch just for you, madam," he told her with a pleased smile.

"Alfred, I swear you're heaven sent," she gushed, pulling him into a warm embrace.

"Clark…Lois," Bruce greeted them, determined to stay on his best behavior so he could enjoy the spoils later tonight when he got his wife all to himself. His mouth was already beginning to water with just the thought of the abundant reward in red that awaited him.

"Bruce," Clark said, shaking his best friend's hand just as the doorbell rang again, his expression growing suspicious as Diana and Lois quickly made their way to the family room already deep in conversation. "You look like you're up to something. Do I want to know what's going on?"

Bruce gave him his best innocent expression. "Who me?" he coyly asked. "I'm as innocent as the driven snow."

Clark broke out into hearty laughter as he clapped Bruce on the back. "She bribed you into behaving yourself tonight, didn't she?" he asked. "What was it this time?"

"My lips are sealed," he told him as the Stewarts arrived next.

"And I don't think it's a good name," John told his wife.

"Why?" she asked as she stepped inside. "Do you have an ex-girlfriend with the same name? Merry Christmas, Alfred."

"Sir…madam," Alfred greeted them with partial bow. "May I take your coats?"

"No, I don't have an ex-girlfriend with that name, but I don't think Alucard is a very good name for our daughter," John told his wife as he handed his coat to the British butler. "Thank you, Alfred."

"It's a very popular name for girls on Thanagar," Shayera snapped.

Alfred bit his bottom lip to stifle the amusement that was determined to appear on his face as the couple continued to bicker. "I do believe the adults are in the family room and the children are playing in the entertainment room."

Rex took off in a dead sprint, not needing any further invitation to see his best friends. "I swear," John muttered. "I think my son knows his way around here better than I do."

"Do you two see any problem with the name Alucard for our daughter?" Shayera demanded to know as she glared darkly at Bruce and Clark.

Staring at the very pregnant Thanagarian like a scared deer caught in headlights, Clark fumbled for an appropriate answer that wouldn't get him clobbered in the process. "It…it's a…a very…unique but…lovely name," he managed to respond.

Bruce rubbed the back of his neck, wishing this night was over already so he could just spend Christmas Eve with his wife. "It's a great name," he warily replied.

John shot him a dirty look. "Thanks a lot, guys," he griped. "You're supposed to be on my side."

"There are no sides here," Shayera bit out, rubbing her extended belly. "There's my side which is the only side you should be taking because it's the right side not the wrong side. Got it?"

Clark's forehead creased with confusion. "What was that?"

"You know Lois and Diana are already in the family room," Bruce mentioned. "Maybe you should get their opinion."

"Good idea," Shayera snapped. "Some reasonable people around here to talk to."

"I'm reasonable!" John yelled as she walked away. "I just don't want my daughter to sound like some appetizer on a menu."

Clark chuckled as he squeezed John's shoulder in support. "I'm sure you'll be able to talk her into something better."

"Doubt it," John said with a frown, turning his attention to Bruce who was standing there with a smirk on his face. "What's up with you? You actually look happy. Cut it out…it's creepy."

"Diana bribed him in order to guarantee that he behaves himself tonight," Clark revealed.

A knowing grin spread across John's face as he eyed his friend. "That definitely explains it," he decided with a nod. "You're certainly going to have a very Merry Christmas tonight."

"Exactly," Bruce stated. "So don't screw it up for me tonight."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang again. Bruce opened the door this time to find Wally on his front porch with Linda and the twins. He was wearing a Santa hat with mistletoe dangling above his head. Bruce groaned as he stared at his greatest obstacle to a sexy, lingerie clad Amazon later tonight.

"Come on in," Bruce reluctantly greeted them, stepping aside to allow them entrance.

"I'm sorry, Bruce," Linda apologized, Jai squirming in her arms. "I did manage to get him to remove the bright red jacket with blinking lights all over it."

"I know it's not your fault, Linda," Bruce replied. "The women are in the family room."

"Great," she said with a warm smile. "I can't wait to see how Shayera and Lois are doing with their pregnancies."

As Linda made a beeline for the family room, Wally came to stand among the men, Iris in his arms. "Wanna be the first one to kiss me under the mistletoe, Bats?" Wally asked, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

"I kiss with my fists," Bruce growled with a threatening glare.

"Yikes!" Wally uttered as he took a giant step backwards. "You like to play rough, don't you?"

"I'd lay off him tonight if I were you, Wally," John warned him. "His mind is already on opening his Christmas present later tonight."

"Alrighty then," Wally said with a nod. "Well, it's good to know that the ol' libido is still raging after six years of marriage."

"Wally…" John chided.

"But of course it is," Flash continued on, completely oblivious to the warning. "He's freaking married to Wonder Woman. Who wouldn't be up for that every single night not to mention several times during the day?"

A threatening growl caused all three men to instantly freeze. "I think you better run while you still have the use of your legs," John recommended.

"Righty-o," Wally replied, taking off in a blur before Bruce could get his hands on him.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his cool. John patted him on his shoulder in sympathy. "You can do it, Bruce," he encouraged him. "Just think about what awaits you later tonight every time the urge to kick Wally out of the house becomes too unbearable."

"Let's go get something to eat," Bruce said, needing to see his wife in order to remind himself of his reward.

With any luck, he could pull her aside for a little private preview to hold him over until later. After all, it was their anniversary tomorrow. Entering the family room, he found the women had already started eating from the buffet that Alfred had prepared, Diana sitting on one of the couches with little Jai on her lap.

He smiled to himself as he watched her hold Jai, his little fingers wrapped securely around her finger as she talked to Linda. There was something about seeing her with the little boy that made his heart swell with warmth. She was an amazing mother to their twin daughters as well as his adopted sons though they were older and not necessarily in need of mothering.

Diana looked up at that moment to catch Bruce standing in the doorway staring at her with a darkening storm in his eyes. She smiled softly, fighting against the warmth she could feel rising to her cheeks with the way that he was gazing at her.

Bruce forced himself to move, deciding to get something to eat. Filling a plate, he settled on the couch next to his wife. "How are you holding up?" she softly asked.

"Counting the minutes," he murmured with a forced smile.

"Did I tell you I also have another special surprise for you tonight?" she whispered.

"No," he replied, his eyes narrowing. "What kind of surprise?"

She graced him with a sultry smile that did absolutely nothing to help him get through this night. "You'll have to wait to find out," she told him, leaning in and kissing him.

As Diana pulled back, Jai decided he wanted one of the hors d'oeuvres on Bruce's plate. His little fingers were covered in sauce, his face showing his disappointment at not getting a hold of it. Diana grabbed a napkin, cleaning off his hands as Bruce handed him a small piece of fruit instead.

Jai readily took the offering, humming his satisfaction as he stuffed it into his mouth. "He's going to be just like his father," Bruce decided.

"He's adorable," she replied. "I'm sure Linda has her hands full with the twins and Wally."

At that precise moment, Wally appeared at Diana's side, leaning in very close to the Amazon. "Hey, Di! How about a kiss?" he asked her, a mischievous grin on his face. "I've got mistletoe!"

Bruce growled low in his throat, warning him not to push it. "Go away, Wally."

"Bruce," Diana softly chided him, turning to Wally and kissing him on the cheek. "I like your hat. It's very festive."

Bruce glared at the scarlet speedster a moment longer before standing to his feet. "I'm going to go check on the kids," he grumbled.

Diana shook her head in amusement as she watched her husband leave. "Jai is getting so big, Wally," she commented. "He's going to be racing around the house before you know it."

Wally sat down on the couch beside her, taking Jai into his lap. "Have your twins started displaying any powers yet?"

"Not yet," she replied. "I'm actually not sure if they'll have my powers or not. I was gifted by my goddesses. I don't know if I will pass them down to my children or not."

"I'm sure they're guaranteed to have Bruce's brains and stubbornness, though," Flash told her with a grin.

"You have no idea," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Sometimes it's like having three Bruce's in the house."

"Okay, everyone," John said as he stood to his feet. "How about Mallory for a name for our daughter?"

"I think that would be a lovely name."

Everyone turned at the sound of the Martian Manhunter's voice, excited to see him standing there in his human form. "J'onn, I'm so happy you could come," Diana greeted him with a hug.

"Hello, Diana," he replied, returning her embrace.

She pulled back to look at him, a frown on her face. "Where's your wife?"

"Suying wasn't feeling well, but she insisted that I come anyway," he told her. "She sends her best wishes to everyone."

"I'm so sorry she couldn't make it," she said, taking him by the hand to lead him to the others. "Come; have a seat. I'll fix you a plate."

J'onn made his way to John and Shayera, sitting down across from them. "You are practically glowing, Shayera," he told her. "How long until your due date now?"

"Three weeks and two days," she answered him. "Right now, we're having a little disagreement about a name for her."

"She wants to name her Alucard, J'onn," John complained with a grimace. "Al-u-card. It sounds like an appetizer at a sushi bar."

"It does not!" Shayera exclaimed. "It's a very beautiful name."

"I forbid it," John adamantly stated. "We need to come up with a different name, one that we both can agree on."

J'onn chuckled at the bickering couple. He had forgotten how heated things could become between the passionate pair. "I'm sure she'll be beautiful no matter what her name will be."

"Well, it definitely won't be Alucard," John mumbled.

"Hey, big guy!" Flash greeted J'onn as he raced to his side, sitting down on the arm of the chair. "It's been too long since you've been up on the Watchtower. You've really missed some great times."

"He doesn't want to hear about work, Wally," Linda chided him as she set Iris down on the floor to play with Jai.

"Are you kidding?" Wally replied. "We have great times at the Watchtower. It's not all fighting the bad guys and saving people."

John chuckled as he sank back on the couch, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders. "Yah, just the other day Wally pulled one on Bruce that nearly got him shot out of an airlock."

"Wallace West," Linda scolded him. "What did you do now?"

"Please! Do share," Lois agreed, filling her plate with more food. "Anything that gets Bruce is worth hearing about."

"I have to admit," Clark added with a chuckle. "It really was pretty funny."

Diana bit at her bottom lip to keep from laughing. "I think it's the closest Wally has ever come from actually perishing from playing a prank on Bruce."

"It was one of my best," Wally confessed. "I covered his Batwing in hot pink sticky notes."

Everyone laughed at the image that popped into their heads at the sight of Batman walking into the Javelin Bay to find his Batwing covered in pink sticky notes. "Bruce was furious," Diana admitted. "I had to help him remove all the sticky notes before he could leave. It look us nearly an hour."

"That was one of your best, but my favorite was still the time you planted seeds in a keyboard and then exchanged it for the one in the Monitor Womb just in time for Bruce to come on duty," Clark said. "He spent the entire time picking grass out of the keyboard. He finally had to take the whole thing apart to clean it all out."

Diana couldn't stop laughing; wiping the tears from her eyes as they all told one story after another. Unfortunately, it was at her poor husband's expense. Looking around, she noticed that he had yet to return from checking on the children. That had been well over an hour ago at least.

"Excuse me," she murmured as Shayera dove headlong into another story about Bruce showing up for a Founders' meeting only to sit in his chair that had a blow horn attached underneath the seat.

Diana made a quick exit, annoyance beginning to build with every step she took. If he had ducked out on this party and went out on patrol, she was going to go into the city and physically drag him back. Approaching the entertainment room, she stopped dead in her tracks in the doorway, unable to believe what she was actually seeing.

All of the kids were seated at the children's table having a tea party being held by Reesa and Rachel. Sitting at one of the table was Alfred while Bruce sat at the other end, Rex, Lara, and Jonathan on either side. Both men were sitting on children's chairs that afforded them little room or comfort.

She bit her bottom lip, unable to contain her amusement as she watched them have their tea party. Bruce was wearing a pink scarf around his neck while Alfred had his driver's cap on his head. Reesa passed around a plate of cookies as Rachel carefully poured the tea.

All five children were decked out in the dress-up clothes that the twins loved to put on and play in. Bruce held out his plate as Reesa put a cookie on it, her face beaming with happiness. It warmed her heart to see Bruce playing with the children like this. He definitely deserved the present she had planned for him later tonight.

Bruce looked up at that moment to spot his wife watching him, a heated look in her eyes that caused a shiver to race up his spine. He gave her a devilish smirk that told her he knew exactly what she was thinking. "Princess, come join us," he said, lifting his tea cup to her. "I'll let you wear my scarf."

"No, daddy!" Rachel said with a scowl that looked identical to her mother's. "I want you to wear it. You look very pretty in pink."

"Thanks…I think," Bruce replied with a frown.

"I think it's time we get the birthday cake for the birthday girls," Alfred announced as he stood to his feet.

All the kids cheered excitedly, getting up and following Alfred to the kitchen like the piped piper and his mice. Bruce stood to his feet as Diana made her way to him. Before he could utter a word, she grabbed hold of the ends of his pink scarf, pulling him in for a very heated kiss that quickly stole his breath.

"Wow," he whispered, struggling to catch his breath as his hands moved to grip her hips. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

"Just a preview of what's coming for you later tonight," she seductively teased.

Bruce groaned as he pulled her in for another kiss. "Did I hear Alfred say something about birthday cake?" Wally excitedly asked as he zipped into the room with a twin on each of his hips.

"In the kitchen, Wally," Bruce growled something low and threatening.

Diana giggled as she kissed him again. "Come on," she coaxed him. "Let's go get some cake. You and I can have our own private celebration later."

"Fine," he agreed, willing to wait only because it was his girls' birthday.

XXX

Bruce kissed her with a heated frenzy as he pressed her up against the closed door of their bedroom. He reached behind her, locking it before his hands began a frantic exploration of what only belonged to him. He'd waited all evening for this and he refused to wait a second longer.

He moaned deeply as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss as his tongue thoroughly probed the warm cavern of her mouth, savoring her sweetness. His hands were making quick work of her red wrap dress, more than anxious to find the new red lingerie waiting for him beneath.

He pressed his hard arousal against her, bucking his hips against hers as her dress pooled at her feet. A throaty, breathless moan escaped her throat as she tilted her head back. He placed nipping kisses along her throat as she began to unbutton his dress shirt.

Bruce pulled back, lifting his arms in the air as she pulled his undershirt up over his head. He paused to gaze at his beautiful wife; his eyes filled with lust and love as he slowly drank her in every inch of her. She looked positively deadly in that sexy lingerie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her full breasts were barely contained behind the red lace and the thin ribbon.

His lips claimed hers once again, fierce and urgent and utterly demanding. He channeled every ounce of his hunger for her into every kiss, every caress of her skin, every whisper of love and adoration that was breathlessly murmured in her ear.

Diana removed his belt, pushing his pants and boxers off before flying them straight to their bed. Bruce suddenly found himself looking up at a very aroused Amazon wearing next to nothing. Her eyes gleamed with mischief and burned with unadulterated desire.

She sat back on her heels as she stared down at him, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. She took his hands in hers, placing them on her breasts. She pulled the pins from her hair, allowing her raven locks to tumble free. She repeatedly ran her fingers through her hair as Bruce began to knead her breasts through the lace of her bra, causing her to gasp sharply as he tugged and squeezed.

His breathing grew ragged as he stared up at her through half-opened eyes, his eyelids heavy with gratification. He wanted to close his eyes with the intense pleasure beginning to thrum through him as Diana ground her pelvis against his, but he didn't want to miss one moment of this with her.

She leaned over, pressing her lips against his chest. Her blue eyes darkening with lust were locked solely on his as she slowly kissed her way up his chest, determined to find every single scar that he had ever received. He arched his back and hissed, pressing the back of his head into the pillow as she latched onto his nipple.

She finally kissed her way to his ear, her tongue lightly tracing the shell before nibbling on his earlobe. Unable to bear it a second longer, Bruce unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. He suddenly sat up, holding her close to him as he rolled her over onto her back.

He gazed down at her, his lips capturing hers as he ground his hips into hers, showing her how desperately he wanted her. He nuzzled his nose against hers, his lips curling as he stared at her. "Happy anniversary," he told her as he began to tug her panties off.

She smiled up at him, running her fingers through his hair. "Would you like your present now?" she asked him.

"I'm unwrapping it now," he said with a wicked smirk as he tossed her panties over his shoulder.

"Some of it, but I have something else for you," she replied, her expression growing tender. "I'm pregnant."

Bruce stared at her in stunned disbelief, rendered completely speechless by her revelation. "You're pregnant?"

She slowly nodded her head, feeling a little apprehensive about how he would take the unexpected news. They already had the twins. She wasn't certain how he would feel about having another child now. She didn't have to wonder for long, though.

His lips crashed into hers as he buried his hands in her hair, kissing her senseless. Finally breaking the kiss, he stared down at her in breathless wonder. "I can't believe it," he murmured, a crooked grin forming on his face.

"So you're happy about it?" she asked, her hand gently caressing his cheek.

"Are you kidding me?" he said, incredulous. "I never dreamed when you seduced me on the Watchtower eight years ago that I would ever be this happy. You saved me that night, Princess. You gave me the family…the life that I never thought was ever possible for someone like me. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you, but I love you with all my heart."

"It's not about deserving," she replied with a kiss. "It's about what you believe and I believe in love and I believe in you. You're my love, Bruce…always."

Their lips met in a tender kiss. It was one that was felt bone-deep and growing more passionate with every single caress, their legs tangling as he completely filled her. Bruce had never dreamed that Christmas would come to mean so very much to him. After losing his parents, Christmas had been a painful reminder of what he'd lost.

Now, it was a sweet reminder of everything that he'd gained.

A/N: Working away on the Family Ties fic! Hope to start posting in the next couple of weeks so be looking for it! :)