Bruce got in his car and locked the doors. He dialed Alfred.
"This is Alfred Pennyworth," he answered.
"Alfred, what are we eating for dinner tonight?" Bruce asked.
"Rosemary chicken and walnut salad. Do you want something else?" Alfred wouldn't admit it to Bruce, but he hated it when he changed dinner last minute because he would have to run to the store again. Bruce wouldn't admit it to Alfred, but he already knew that so he didn't change dinner plans unless it was very important.
"No, I think that would be fine. But my diet is going to have to change a little for the next few months." Bruce was talking to himself out loud.
"That won't be a problem. Is there a new trendy diet you would like to try?" He heard the amusement in Alfred's voice. Bruce chuckled too.
"Ah, I'll explain when I get home. See you in about 30," he hung up and started driving home.
It was a bizarre feeling. It was only 10 minutes ago when he was blissfully unaware he was growing a pup. But it was real. It felt real and unreal at the same time. That was the only way to describe it. He never thought he was going to have children. Then Dick came along. But Dick didn't really see Bruce as his dam. Then he assumed he would never have bio children. Now this pup was making its way home. He was going to be a dam.
And Clark was going to be a sire. Bruce tapped his steering wheel. This was going to change things. Clark is a good guy who was raised with good morals. Bruce thought it would be safe to assume that the country boy was also raised with the moralistic idea that if you knock someone up- you marry them. Sure there was a possibility that was just a poor take on the Kent's but it wouldn't surprise Bruce at all. He growled at himself.
"I should have stayed with him. I shouldn't have made him leave. I never wanted him to go. What if…" Bruce came to the horrific thought that Clark might not be interested in raising a pup with Bruce. Not only could he possibly not have the biological instincts to take care of a pup he sired, but Bruce hurt him. He could just leave Bruce alone to raise their pup on his own. Or worse take the pup from Bruce. So many scenarios and what-if situations floated in his head. It was just as bad as before he broke up with him.
He made it to the manor and walked inside. He looked around for Alfred who was vacuuming one of the living rooms. Bruce stood there and watched him. Bruce knew Alfred was aware of his presence. He was going to finish if Bruce didn't interrupt. It was only a minute before he stopped cleaning. He turned to Bruce.
"So?" Alfred looked at him.
"I'm pregnant," Bruce smiled. Alfred stared at him. He watched him carefully.
"Pardon me but- April Fools was months ago. Has it come around again?" He chuckled.
"No, Alfred. It's August and I'm pregnant,". Alfred nodded. He gently sat on the couch behind him.
"How- did you realize this?" He questioned.
"I became sick in the office and went to Nancy. She was pretty sure that I was pregnant, we ran a blood test and… I'm pregnant," Bruce recalled the events of the day. Alfred stared at him. His face didn't lose composure and his body didn't falter.
"Dear god," he looked him up and down. "I… I am speechless. You… how far along?"
"12 weeks," Bruce smiled. Alfred was quiet.
"I haven't changed a diaper for over 30 years. And- oh what things have changed. I'll have to start reading and researching because I don't remember anything from when you were a newborn pup. Good lord-" Alfred smiled, "you are always a surprise, Bruce," Bruce chuckled.
Bruce got into more comfortable clothes and Alfred finished cleaning that room. Bruce looked at his messages with Clark. There were no new messages.
"On my way! 3" The last message was from Clark himself. Bruce sighed
"We need to talk. Call me when you can,". Bruce preferred to just say what he needed or wanted. There was little time to beat around the bush. But getting an 'I'm pregnant' randomly from your ex wasn't the best idea to spring on a super-powered man.
Dick had returned home from school and Clark still hadn't returned a text. It didn't even mark that it had been read. Bruce messed Dicks hair as he walked in and took off his uniform jacket.
"How was your day?" He smiled.
"Callie said that the earth is on a turtle's back," Dick took off his backpack and dug through it, "and Mr. Reyes made me brush my teeth after lunch," Bruce nodded, "and I drew this!" He handed Bruce a hand-drawn picture of him, Bruce, Alfred, and another man. Bruce was about to ask who the third adult was but realized he was wearing glasses.
"I like it. I'll have to show Clark. He'll love it too," he hadn't told Dick they were broken up.
Alfred walked into the room and smiled at the child.
"Hello, Master Dick," Alfred took his jacket and backpack. "Your clothes are laid out on your bed, please tell me if you need help,". Dick shook his head and left them. "When are you planning to tell him?" Alfred asked while watching the boy walk away.
"After I talk to Clark about it. If Clark doesn't want to be involved, I don't want Dick to think less of him," Bruce looked at his phone again. Alfreds face didn't change but he had an opinion or two about that.
"Well, I'm here if you need support. Now, I have to check on dinner,".
Bruce watched him leave to the next room. He put his hand on his flat stomach and opened Clarks' Facebook. He just posted a selfie with his parents. Bruce liked it and hoped that would urge Clark to message him back.