*A/N: Greetings, dear readers. Since they have gotten married now, it's a good time to delve into some family moments, right? I hope you enjoy them and thanks so much for reading and supporting this fic!

PS.: To the guest that I couldn't get to reply personally, yes, you're right, Wally West was the Flash in the original JL-JLU. To my defense, the last DC show I watched was the Young Justice one, where Wally West was Kid Flash and I suppose I was quite influenced by it into thinking Barry Allen was the Flash in JL too. A detail that slipped my attention. Anyhow, I've gone with Barry Allen now, so I'll keep him as the Flash here. Thanks for letting me know, though!*

CHAPTER SEVEN

Bruce knew he wasn't going to get much sleep that month but he didn't complain the least bit about it. Diana had it much worse and the only thing he could do was support her through this. She had trouble sleeping in general, as her belly and the baby's weight didn't allow her any comfortable positions during the night, but she tried to keep cheerful. She was going to be a mother, soon.

Diana could walk quite fine, even now, the last month of her pregnancy. Bruce knew it was because of her superstrength that she managed to get about so well and he had no objection in her always wearing several parts of her magic suit, to have that superstrength she needed. Although they had talked about it countless of times, Bruce just couldn't convince her to stay at home and in bed and get some rest. Diana argued that being confined in a house and doing nothing would drive her crazy and used the argument of the mother's psychological situation affecting the baby's development. The baby's health had become Bruce's top priority and so, the subject of Diana staying at home was dropped. She still teleported to the Watchtower –Bruce had doublechecked that the teleporters were safe for use during pregnancy- and got busy with monitoring tasks, even though she was officially on pregnancy leave. She also did some strategy classes with the newest recruits and so her days were spent. When she was at the Base, she was still Wonder Woman. When she was at home, she was pregnant Diana, and for Bruce, those two personas were completely different as pregnant Diana had developed many quirky habits that, naturally, he and Alfred were quick in indulging. He didn't whine, as nothing she did was annoying and he knew that pregnancy involved many tantrums and weird appetites and mood swings. He bore with her, focusing on the little creature they were going to have with them in some weeks.

Predictably enough, when he entered his bedroom, he found Diana rubbing some simple Vaseline on the sides of her tummy, to avoid having her skin crease after the labor. On her night table, he saw the usual parade of water and juice bottles and her beloved tissue box, as she knew she could get emotional out of nowhere.

"Hey, honey." She said, giving him a warm smile. He smiled back and climbed on the bed.

"How are you?"

She shrugged. "Fine, I suppose. She's been quite active today but I can manage…"

Bruce ran his hand gently over the baby bump. Diana took it and placed it on the right side of her belly and Bruce felt his daughter kick. A small smile formed on his lips automatically. "I bet she'll be a strong kid…"

"Wonder where she got that from?" Diana said jokingly and gathered her hair in a messy bun. Bruce planted a kiss on her belly and sat back by her side.

"I talked with Dick." Bruce said. "He agreed to take some of my Gotham shifts."

"Thank you, Bruce. I'm sorry to have to ask you to do it-I know how you love your Gotham patrols- but I can't shake off this feeling and-"

"Don't mention it, Diana. I want to be here with you now. If you feel that she's coming soon, the least thing I can do is be with you for as long as possible."

"It won't be long, I know." Bruce nodded. "Dick offered to be around me for when you aren't, you know."

"No need to."

"Well he's just as excited for his baby sister as you, mister!"

"We're all excited but if someone needs to be around at the time of the delivery, that is me."

"Alfred would argue with you on that." Diana said smiling and Bruce yawned. "Let's go to sleep now, shall we?"

Bruce nodded and kissed her lightly before they lay back on their pillows. He turned off the lights and closed his eyes. He didn't know why he felt so tired that night but he knew that sleep would come to him heavily…

Or not. Not more than half an hour later, he drifted away from that comfortable sleeping-awake limbo he was, having heard something unsettling. It wasn't something he hadn't heard before, but it was equally upsetting every time; the sound of Diana drawing a tissue from the box. He turned to her, facing her back and resting his hand on her forearm.

"What is it, Princess?"

"Nothing…"

"Come on, Diana. What happened?"

"Nothing happened." She insisted.

"And you're crying because nothing happened." Bruce helped her turn around and get on her back, knowing movements weren't easy for her with that belly.

"I'm not crying, I was just… thinking and these tears started running on their own, I don't know…"

Bruce cradled her close to him, suppressing a yawn. "What were you thinking about, then?"

"About her. That she's going to be here soon and she'll be growing up quickly and I'll be her mother and… what if I'm bad? A bad mother? What if I'm not made for being a mom and I mess her up?"

"Hush, Diana. These are silly thoughts. If you could manage being my wife, you can manage a tiny little baby. And you're not alone. We are going to raise her well, I know it."

"How do you know, my love?"

"Because I know us and I know you, more like it. You're a Wonder Woman in everything."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"Thank you."

Bruce kissed her forehead gently and soon, they fell asleep in each other arms'. Somewhere around three in the morning, though, Diana's eyes shot open; she wanted something. She poked Bruce but he was sleeping quite soundly, so she shook him a bit and he woke up, shaking his head.

"What is it?!"

"Bruce…"

"Yes?" He replied in his husky, sleepy voice.

"Can you…"

"Yes, Diana. What can I get you?"

"Some prosciutto and feta cheese. Maybe some of Alfred's honey sauce from lunch too. Please?"

"Yes, yes…" Bruce mumbled, dragging himself off the bed and putting on his slippers. He rubbed his eyes and exited the bedroom, almost blindly making his way to the vast kitchen. He turned the lights on and squinted his eyes till they adjusted to the light. Instinctively, he opened the first cupboard on his right and stared at it for a good thirty seconds before realizing that he was staring at jars of spices. He closed the cupboard and headed to the plate drawer. He took out a medium-sized china plate and pondered where those things she requested might be. Finally, the gears in his mind started running and he rolled his eyes at himself before making his way to the double-door fridge. He opened it and stared at the full shelves. Luckily, Alfred stacked the fridge in categories, so he soon found the prosciutto among the salamis and sausages, and the feta cheese next to the gouda slices and the regato chunk. During the last months, he had also learnt that Alfred kept any ingredient leftovers for a couple of days at the left fridge door. He quickly scanned the door and found a small clay jar. He opened its lid and smelled it, confirming that it was the honey sauce. He placed everything on the plate, closed the fridge doors and left the kitchen, heading back to his bedroom.

He entered the master bedroom only to see Diana standing by the bed, in a colorful, loose dress and holding a small travel bag.

"Diana?" He asked worryingly.

"I'm afraid I won't get to eat those. We need to go." She replied, smiling.

Bruce ran to her, leaving the plate on the bed. "You mean you-"

Diana nodded. "She's coming."

Every hint of sleepiness left his body in an instant. Bruce grabbed Diana's bag and passed his other hand around her waist, helping her to the door. Somewhere near the welcoming hall, they saw Alfred descend the stairs and gasp upon seeing them.

"Master Bruce! My Lady! Has your water broken?!" He exclaimed, running down the stairs.

"Yes!" Diana replied.

"Oh, my!" The butler squealed. "We need to go!"

"And what do you think we're doing, Alfred? Dancing?!" Bruce said.

Alfred didn't answer to him. He simply made his way to the front door and opened it for them. He pulled a small suitcase from next to a big vase and followed them outside, locking the door after them.

"What is that, Alfred?" Diana asked between pants, after having climbed inside the car. Alfred sat next to her and held her hand.

"You're not the only one with a hospital bag ready, Princess! We'll be staying with you these days, so I made sure to have my things ready from last week."

Bruce's driver's door was shut abruptly and the car roared as Bruce stepped on the gas pedal. The Manor's doors were opened and the car raced outside.

"Call Wayne Clinic!" Bruce shouted at the voice-control of the vehicle.

"Calling Wayne Clinic." A female voice echoed from the speakers before the dialing tone sounded. Two rings later, they picked up.

"Wayne Clinic, yes?" A bored nurse said.

"This is Bruce Wayne." Bruce announced immediately and heard some thumps coming from the phone.

"Oh, um, hello, Mister Wayne!" The nurse said, after taking a look at the caller's number identification. "What can we do for you tonight?"

"I'm bringing in my wife, she is to go to labor. We need a room ready for her. Bring her gynecologist too, Mrs…"

"Mrs. Pine." Diana said from the back seat.

"Mrs. Pine!" Bruce repeated.

"I will call her right away, sir!" The nurse said. "We'll be expecting you!"

"Good." Bruce said and hung up, stepping on the gas pedal even more. The Gotham streets were empty and Bruce took the car to its maximum speed.

OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO-OOO

An exhausted Diana held the little bundle in her arms. Her hair was still sticking at her temples but nothing in the world could make her take her eyes from the tiny creature. It felt so…fragile, wrapped in soft, yellow sheets, breathing lightly. The doctors had confirmed that she was very healthy and born well, though a couple of weeks too soon. Bruce was sitting by her side on the bed, having one hand over her shoulders and one hand on the baby. Diana swore she could see his eyes were watery.

Alfred had cried of his excitement when the doctors announced that everything had gone well. By the time the little girl came out, Clark and J'onn had come at the Clinic to see them too. After Alfred took the initial photos of the baby and the happy family, Clark took photos of them with Alfred and then a doctor took photos of them all together. The clinic room-all booked for her- was filled with vases of flowers, balloons and stuffed animals for the baby. Visitors came one after the other during the two days she'd stay there. On one of the rare moments they had no visitors, Bruce stood by Diana's bed while she breastfed the baby and stared at them, thinking that this was the portrait of his perfect happiness.

"I think she might look like you." He said, smiling.

"It's too early to know." Diana said, giving him a kind look. "I think she has your eyes, though."

"Babies' eyes change at their first days, you know."

"Just wait and see…" Diana simply said, stroking the baby's black hair. Bruce sat by her side once again.

"Thought of a suitable name yet?"

"A couple. We said that we'd decide when we saw her…"

"And now that we did? Have you come to a conclusion?"

"Only one so far. That Calliste is definitely not a name for her."

"Agreed."

"Nor is Cleopatra."

"Yes."

"Ariadne would be good but…"

"It doesn't fit well…" Bruce took a good look at his daughter again. The baby opened his little eyes and Diana stopped feeding her, wiping her small mouth and snuggling her close. The tiny girl lazily turned his eyes to Bruce and he lifted his eyebrows. She did have his eyes. "Diana…" Bruce said, as it just struck him. "She is… Iphigenia."

Diana grinned lovingly. "She is, isn't she?"

"Definitely."

"Go get him." Diana told him meaningfully and Bruce nodded. He went outside and fetched Alfred.

"How is our little treasure?" He asked upon entering Diana's room.

"Full and ready to fall asleep." Diana replied.

"Alfred, we have found her name." Bruce said, getting straight to the point.

"Oh, please, do tell me!"

"It's Iphigenia." Diana said.

Alfred took a close look at the baby and half-smiled. "It suits her."

"And…" Diana said, "we want you to be her godfather."

Alfred's eyes widened.

*That was it! First Wayne baby! Hehe! I'll be gone for the weekend, I'll update when I get back! Thanks for reading and reviewing!*