Chapter 4

"Are you just going to stand there and laugh at me or are you going to help me up?"

"I don't know. You're the one that got on the floor." Bruce couldn't help but tease her.

"And you're the one that got me in this state." Diana fired back, blowing a stand of raven hair that had slipped from her ponytail out of her face.

"Hey, it was just as much you as it was me." He pointed out, helping her out of her cross-legged position and to her feet.

"Thank you." She said, stepping back to admire their handiwork. "I like it."

"I do too." He agreed, looking at the recently painted walls of what was going to be the nursery. Even five months pregnant, Diana had insisted on helping him paint the room. "Although I don't know if it looks as good on the wall as it does on your face."

"What?" She wiped her cheek with one hand, but only succeeded in smearing more paint on her face. She looked to him for approval, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Laughing at a hormone-induced amazon too many times in one day is not a good idea, Bruce realized, as he soon found his own face covered in a layer of turquoise.

"Hey!"

"You're right, that does look better." She said, watching with amusement as he tried not to get any of it in his mouth.

"That was just mean, Princess." He scolded teasingly.

"May I add it was fun, too?"

In response, he growled before reaching up and pulling his pointer finger, now coated in paint, over her other cheek.

"Bruce!" She squealed, turning her head quickly and taking a step back.

"Yes, Princess?" He asked innocently, even as he leaned forward and used him thumb to smudge some more of the paint down her nose.

"Oh, you're on now, Bruce." She said, sweeping her brush quickly over his forehead.

"That's cheating!" He insisted as he smeared paint across her chin.

"Is not." She retorted lightheartedly while spreading it over his nose, being careful not to accidentally smear any into his eyes.

"What on earth is going on in here?"

Bruce and Diana turned to the door, hands still outstretched towards the others face, to find Alfred standing there with a disbelieving yet amused look on his face and a tray in hand.

"Painting the nursery?" Bruce said, it sounding more like a question than a statement, dropping his hands back to his sides while Diana did the same. She suddenly burst out laughing which startled all three of them to look at her.

"What is it?" Bruce asked.

"You- sorry, it's just- ha, you kind of look like a blueberry."

"Not funny, Diana."

"I beg to differ, Master Bruce." Alfred interrupted matter-of-factly.

Bruce glanced down at his paint-smudged worn jeans and pale blue t-shirt. "Whatever…" He grumbled, but then his voice returned to normal as he continued, "Well, if I'm a blueberry, then you're a forget-me-not."

"A forget-me-not? Really Bruce?" She said, rolling her eyes, but she was smiling all the same.

"Really." He switched his attention from the amazon to his butler as he continued. "What do you need, Alfred?"

"I brought lunch, and I also came to inform you that everything you wanted for the nursery is in the hall."

"Oh, Alfred you didn't have to do that." Diana said.

"It was no trouble at all, Miss Diana." He insisted, handing the tray to Bruce. "I'll leave you two to eat."

Bruce settled cross-legged on the floor and smirked at Diana as she struggled to do the same. She sent a glare his way as he set the tray in front of them.

"What?" He asked innocently, handing her a napkin to wipe the quickly drying paint from her face.

"Nothing." She sighed, taking the cloth and cleaning her face with it. Bruce did the same and once done took Diana's napkin and set it aside along with his.

About half an hour later when they were both finished eating; Alfred reappeared as if on cue to take the platter back. He left again without a word, leaving Bruce and Diana to continue finishing the nursery.

"Do you think the paint's dry?" Bruce asked as he helped her stand.

"The paint on the wall or the paint on your face?" She teased. He responded with a raised eyebrow and a lopsided smirk. "Yeah, it's probably dry by now."

He shook his eyes and let out a small chuckle as he pushed open the white door to reveal the hallway lined with a crib, a rocking chair, and other necessities.

"You know, you don't have to help me with this, Princess." He said, even as she moved to one end of the white crib.

"I want to, and you're not stopping me. It'll be alright, Bruce." She wrapped a hand around either side of the headboard (is it even called a headboard? Idk) and glanced over a shoulder at him. "So, are you going to help me or do I have to move this by myself?"

"I'm helping, I'm helping." He mumbled, quickly moving to the opposite end and helping her lift and carry the crib into the nursery.

"Thanks." She breathed out as they settled the crib against the center of the wall. He chuckled again. "Well, I wasn't going to let you carry it in here by yourself."

"Fair enough." She said, already heading back out into the hallway. "Come on, there's still a lot left to do."

"That's for sure." Bruce said quietly to himself, watching her walk back out into the hallway.

A/N: Sorry this chapter's both short and bad, but it's here (finally). Just two chapters left, and then maybe an epilogue.

Side note: I'm thinking about writing a Dan and Phil oneshot, maybe an AU or something. Anyone else in the Phandom? No? I'm writing it anyway lol.

~Uni