Chapter 2

Bruce stared at her in shock for a moment. She glanced away uncertainly, shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze.

"You're… pregnant? With my child?"

She nodded, still uneasy and unsure of his response. Then he laughed. Her eyes widened and she jumped, surprised. She was even more surprised when he moved forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace. After a moment, she hugged him back, relieved. When he pulled back, he slid his hands from behind her back to rest on her leg closest to him.

"That's amazing, Diana. You had me worried for a second there."

"I'm sorry. I just… You're sure you aren't upset?"

"Upset? No. Nervous about a hormone-induced Amazon? Maybe a little."

She slapped his shoulder playfully with his comment.

"It's definitely going to make for an interesting few months." She said.

He nodded in agreement. "How far along are you?"

"Four or five weeks, J'onn thinks." She said.

His gaze traveled from her sapphire blue eyes to where one of her hands had unconsciously come to rest on her stomach. He slid off the bed so he was kneeling in front of her, and proceeded to lift her uniform top up so that the bare skin of her abdomen was exposed to him.

"Bruce, there's nothing there yet." She said, slightly embarrassed.

"But there is." He said vaguely, pressing a kiss to the skin just above her navel before pulling away and letting the fabric of her uniform fall loosely back into place.

"You know you're going to have to take a leave from the league for the next eight or nine months. Maybe longer." He said, taking her hands in his and sitting back down next to her.

"I know. J'onn already took care of that for me."

He stayed silent for a moment before almost cautiously asking, "Who else knows?"

"Just J'onn and Shayera. And us obviously." She teased.

He smiled at her, wrapped both hands around her waist so they rested on her far hip, and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her there.

"Princess?" He said quietly into her hair.

"Hmm?"

"Will you move into the manor with me? Please?"

"Of course."

XXX

Diana appeared next to Bruce in the Batcave, each of them holding some of her possessions from her Watchtower quarters. They silently made their way over to the stairs ascending up into the manor. Bruce's home. Their home. Alfred met them in the study and, upon seeing the princess's belongings in the couple's hands, raised an eyebrow.

"Alfred!" Diana greeted him cheerily, setting her things on a table in the room.

"What's the occasion, Miss Diana?" He asked politely, noticing Bruce's wide smile and Diana's exited one. They shared a look before she said, with an even bigger grin, "Alfred. I'm pregnant."

The butler's eyes widened before he swiftly closed the already short distance between himself and the amazon princess, pulling her into a tight hug. Shocked, she stood there stupidly for a moment before she returned the man's embrace with her own.

Alfred stepped back and composed himself afterwards, apologizing. There were still happy tears in the elderly butler's eyes, though, elated as he was. "I take it Master Bruce has asked you to move into the manor then?"

Diana nodded, picking her stuff back up off the table. "You hit the nail on the head, Alfred."

"I believe this calls for a celebratory breakfast." Alfred said, excusing himself from the room and leaving the two lovers alone once again. Diana turned and gave Bruce a smile, which he returned, as he began to walk past her and out into one of the many hallways of Wayne manor. She followed him as they silently made their way through the building. He stopped suddenly, right outside of the closed door to his bedroom.

"You're okay with sharing a room with me, right? I mean, you don't want your own?"

She smiled gently at his suddenly worried expression. "Why wouldn't I want to share a room with you, Bruce?"

He smiled back, his tense posture instantly relaxing at her words. "Well, I've been told I'm a bed hog on more than one occasion."

"That was a joke, and you know it." She declared, pushing the unlatched door open with one foot and walking inside. He watched her walk in ahead of him before entering the room himself and setting her things down on a bedside table. She followed suit, and they soon found themselves lying side by side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Uh, Diana?" He asked, just realizing something.

"Hmm?" She turned to head to meet his unexpectedly troubled gaze. "What's wrong?"

"Have you… Did you tell your mother about this yet?"

"Oh. No, I haven't. I'll have to soon, I guess. And everyone else, for that matter."

They both paused to stare silently at the ceiling again, both of them thinking about Hippolyta's initial reaction to learning that her daughter was in a relationship with a man. Having been previously banished from her home, Diana had decided against telling her mother at all, seeing as how she had seemingly abandoned her, and the queen had learned of their relationship from one of the patron goddesses. She hadn't specified which, but they both knew it was more than likely Aphrodite.

That had led to a heated argument between mother and daughter in the throne room while Bruce was held at spear point in the hall. When the league had learned about this, he had been asked more than once if he was nervous. Of course he had said he wasn't, but some didn't believe him. He really hadn't been, though. Even with the very general of the Amazonian guard's blade held to his throat, he'd had complete faith in his princess.

He still remembered the looks on both Diana and Hippolyta's faces when they finally came into the hall afterward. Diana's was triumphant but still furious. Hippolyta was clearly still upset, but also obviously had lost the fight with her daughter. After a lecture from the queen, Bruce had been free to leave, limbs intact, with Diana.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He asked, already suspecting her answer.

"No, I think you better not. I wouldn't want to raise this child alone." She teased.

"I still want you take someone. Maybe Shayera or Zatanna."

"Alright, I'll take Shay with me." She decided.

She turned and snuggled into his side, resting one hand on his chest still covered in Kevlar as his hand automatically came to rest on her hip.

"I love you, Princess." He said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you too."

They were interrupted by Alfred's call from downstairs.

"We should get changed first." Diana suggested, reluctantly getting to her feet and heading for the closet she'd began storing extra clothes in since she and Bruce had began dating. He did the same, and soon they were standing in the kitchen, where Alfred was just finishing setting a plate of bacon on the island.

"You didn't have to go to all this trouble just for me, Alfred." Diana said even as she sat down beside Bruce.

"It was no trouble at all, Miss Diana." Alfred insisted. "Enjoy your breakfast."

"Thank you." She said to his retreating form.

"You're very welcome." The butler replied, his voice now muffled by the distance between them.

"Here Princess." Bruce caught her attention by placing a plate full of food in front of her.

"I could've gotten it myself, Bruce." She said, taking a bite anyway.

"You were taking too long." He joked, swallowing some of his own breakfast.

The couple ate in a comfortable silence, just enjoying Alfred's creation.

"Uhh.." Diana stopped eating abruptly, placing a hand over her stomach.

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked.

"I.. I think I'm..." She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence, as her hand flew from her stomach to her mouth, the other dropping the fork loudly and pushing off the countertop, helping propel her off the stool and into the nearest bathroom. He followed soon after, gathering her hair away from her face as he approached her figure that was now bowed over the toilet.

"… going to be sick..." She finished, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand as she finally straightened up.

"Again?" He joked, pretending to take a cautious step back.

"No." She said, giving him a playful smack on the shoulder for his efforts.

"Is this the first time you've had morning sickness so far?" He asked, suddenly curious.

She flushed the toilet and leaned against the sink counter, thinking. "Well, I've felt a bit off for a while now, but this is the first time I've actually thrown up."

He nodded in understanding and held out a hand for her. "Would you care to continue our breakfast?"

"Sure." She said with a smile, taking his offered hand as he led her back into the kitchen.

A/N: I finally got past that one spot in What If... kinda. The thing is, I haven't really had time to sit down and write anything either. Although, I am planning to put up a oneshot Ive been working on for a while now this weekend, so look out for that.

~Uni