Bruce was stunned for a moment before he quickly turned around. "Sorry! Sorry!", Bruce shouted out, remembering the time Thomas shouted at him when he accidently ran in on him in the bathroom once or twice through the years.
He obviously didn't know exactly what they were doing but he knew they were naked, and he wasn't supposed to see them right now. He quickly ran back out of the room and closed the door as Thomas and Martha were still paralyzed with embarrassing fear.
Thomas collapsed into Martha as he blushed so red, burying his head into her shoulder, "Oh, god...We...we traumatized him...", as they panted, as Martha blushed similarly, "I knew we forgot something besides not locking the door...", quivering in the quietening waves of their orgasms as the mood's now gone away, but at least in a little part of themselves, they were relieved that they were done, with the big load of Thomas in spurts into Martha's womb, as otherwise, it would have been hell for them to be still having sexual tension, like at the start or the middle of their lovemaking getting interrupted.
"Shit...We...we really have to...", Thomas whispered in horror and paralyzing fear, and Martha knew what he's trying to say, and she sighed deeply, "Let's give him a half hour or so...He must have forgotten the rules as he must have been excited to tell some good news, maybe about the graded test in his hand he was having, probably hoping for some ice cream as an early birthday reward or something...You're not finished yet in me as I'm still milking you out to the last spurt, and we have to clean up, to air this room out with a bit of window...But yeah...He's just about to turn 8...and he's a smart kid, but those questions...God...I can't blame him for thinking that it sounds like pain in a way, thinking that the sickness is back, but damn...", with a sigh as she rested her head back on the pillow.
Thomas groaned, "Still, this is going to be embarrassing for all of us...", as he facepalmed himself, slightly seating himself as he's still inside her, slightly moaning in pleasure. "Don't worry, we can quickly clear up that I'm not sick again.", Martha chuckled.
"Last thing we want his for him to break down because of that... still, might be a bit difficult to explain some things. Unless you want to go full doctor on him and explain procreation in technical terms.", Martha then said as Thomas raised an eyebrow, "P-Procreation? Do you mean...?".
Martha then blushed upon that, "Oh, well, I mean, normally that's what sex is usually for but often can be for just simple pleasure as well... I mean, I'm not saying that maybe we should... um...". She was blushing even redder.
Thomas raised an eyebrow, "Is there something you want to tell me?", and Martha looked at him, whispering, "I took the birth control pill last week after the news, and then this week...something changed my mind, and well, since this Monday to now, Friday, just before the weekend to spend some birthday plans as Bruce turns 8 on next Monday which is kind of disappointing, but still, a cake and such for the night still...".
Thomas connected the dots, "Wait, are you saying...?", and Martha replied, "We might have conceived somewhere this week...including today...", blushing with a little smile, "Are...are you mad at me?".
"Mad at you? Never...Oh, Martha...I really hope Leslie was right that everything looked good including the works to procreate...I have to confess something...I sometimes dream about an amazing daughter with your beautiful smile and your hair, and how Bruce would be an overprotective yet well-meaning big brother...", Thomas whispered, kissing her on the lips.
Martha smiled with a relieved, warm smile, "I hope too, but you know that we practically had so much time for 5 months of procreation before I became pregnant with Bruce and discovering that I was carrying him two months later...it might be the same again, or perhaps sooner as I'm essentially more vigorous as of late...", with a reddening blush.
Thomas chuckled, "Indeed.", with a blush, proud of his husbandly job to satisfy his wife with her sexual drive as of late, and replied, "Now it makes sense so much why you changed your passion somewhat from last week.", before feeling that he's empty now, and with a gentle motion, he pulled out, with Martha moaning in relief and pleasure, sighing softly.
They took up the sex-smelling sheets and such, throwing them into one of the laundry vents within the bathroom, taking up a quick shower together, scrubbing and such before getting dressed, opening a couple of windows slightly to air the room out, and with deep breaths, they left the bedroom, heading to Bruce's room.
"Maybe...", Martha stopped him. "Maybe it might be better if I just be the one to talk to him about this. Don't worry, I won't give him 'that' talk yet, but just enough to rest his fears.".
Thomas nodded, "If you insist. I'll wait right here then.". She smiled as she kissed his cheek before reaching Bruce's room and slowly opening the door a bit since it was partially open.
"Bruce. You in here?", Martha asked as she saw him on the bed, looking out towards the window. "You okay? Sorry you caught us like that... we meant to lock the door.", she apologized.
"I'm sorry...", Bruce apologized. "I didn't mean...", looking in the window's reflection of Martha and himself. "I know.", Martha chuckled. "You're not the first child in history to catch their parents doing that sort of thing.", she said as he turned to her.
"What thing?", Bruce asked. She took a deep breath, trying to think of how to proper explain this without being too graphic even if sometimes Bruce acted older than his age.
"Well, for starters, don't worry about me getting sick or anything if that was what you were thinking. I'm fine.", Martha smiled as she walked over to him, "You... you weren't thinking that, were you?".
Bruce nodded his head a bit, "Um... for a minute... but then I thought you would've told me if... you were getting sick again.". Martha leaned over to hug him closely.
"Oh, Bruce...", Martha whispered. "Yes, if something was wrong, we would tell you, I promise. Now... about... um, what you saw. It's mostly a grown-up thing, mainly something parents and married couples tend to do. Sorry, this wasn't exactly a conversation we had planned on having when you were this age.". She blushed as she rubbed the back of her neck.
"It's just like those drinks you say I can't have during parties?", Bruce asked. "Yes! Exactly like that, well, same idea. Just one of those things that when you get a bit older, you'll understand and will do someday but... certainly not any time soon.".
Bruce blinked in surprise before looking a bit thoughtful, "Oh, okay...So, Dad wasn't hurting you? He was helping you?", and Martha blushed a bit with a smile, "Yes, he was helping me...Do you remember when we told you that you can't bottle emotions up or they would break like a beaver dam, and you have to give it out whether you like it or not?".
"Yeah, I do...", Bruce nodded, and Martha smiled, "Well, grownups do have that too, and the grownup thing you saw, it helps take all the stressed emotions away, giving parents and married couples happiness and lots of time feeling good, like you're finally free from a grounding or having fresh air from having cabin fever. Do you understand, Bruce?".
Bruce gave a small nod, "I guess so.". That was probably the best they were going to get from him on that. "Good.", Martha kissed his cheek. "Now then, you can show us what you wanted to show us in a few minutes after I talk to your father, alright?"
Bruce nodded, getting off the bed, heading to his desk, searching for the dropped graded test as he was in a frenzy to get to his room and stew on bed as Martha headed to the door, turning to face Thomas out of view which is on the side of the door, "Did you hear all of that?", and Thomas nodded.
"Should we ground him for this?", Martha asked, and Thomas shook his head, "I think he learned his lesson not to go into our room until he can knock if he hears us doing it again...You did great, Martha...Better than I would have done it myself...through I think it's fair that I should do the 'talk' when he gets to middle school or something.", with a smile.
"Yeah, obviously there's some things that I can't really explain.", Martha chuckled. "Still, I don't pity you for having to have that talk.", with a teasing smile. "Maybe we'll get lucky, and he learns it all from a few books or something.", Thomas joked as she rolled her eyes.
Martha snorted, "Wanna put a bet on that?", with a smirk, and Thomas chuckled, "Tell you what when we get to his middle school years, if you win about me having to do the 'talk', I...I will suffer a shopping trip with you and our hopeful daughter...", grazing slightly of his caress on her waist.
"Ooh, that's an offer I could get behind...And if I lose about you saying that he learns it from the books, I...I will suffer high heels for just one night of dancing out on the town.", Martha grins.
Thomas chuckled, "Good stakes there...Deal.", before smiling, "Now, shall we see what our son has for us?", and Martha smiled, giggling, nodding, and then went to congratulate Bruce on his graded test, and taking him out to enjoy s'mores around one of the patio fireplaces.
They went to enjoy some trips and such around Gotham on the weekend to pre-celebrate Bruce's 8th birthday, and then had a cake and presents after he got home from school on Monday, with the manor cheering when the party came into folk dancing and such, not caring about being fancy dandy as they're home, not needing high society to ruin anything.
A few more weeks passed, and then it came to be March, in the first week, with Bruce pleading for Martha and Thomas to take him to a Zorro showing in one of the theaters on a Saturday night after a dinner out in a restaurant as a family, as he had homework on Friday.
Obviously, his parents were for it; it had been quite a while since the family really had some time together to enjoy without having to worry Martha's illness and having to basically stay home and bedridden. Honestly, Martha couldn't believe just how much better she was feeling after so many weeks. Almost a true second life into her and she was still barely in her 30s.
The night had gone fairly well. A nice dinner and then a fun time at the movies before they finally were heading out of the Monarch Theater. Thomas looked around while Bruce was happily enjoying some of his remaining popcorn with Martha next to him.
"Something wrong?", Martha asked Thomas. "I don't know...", Thomas admitted. "I seem to forget if I told Alfred to meet us here or back at the restaurant. Certainly know we're a bit early, they started the film fairly quick, and I swore it would've lasted a bit longer."
"I can't really remember either.", Martha admitted. "What do you want to do? Call him?". Frowning, "Forgot my phone at home.", Thomas admitted. "Probably should get a new one, that one just can't hold a charge these days.".
"Should we head back inside to try one of the payphones?", Martha asked with a frown, and Thomas replied, "Yeah, I suppose we better check before any of the lines block the payphones...Bruce, do you need the bathroom?".
Bruce replied, "I guess so. That restaurant food and the popcorn made me thirsty and full while we were watching the movie.", and Martha smiled, "I'll hold your bag of the last pieces of popcorn for you, darling. Let's go.", and they turned around, with Martha taking Bruce to the boys' bathroom while waiting outside, while Thomas went to see if the payphones are full or not.
A few minutes later, Thomas returned to Martha's side, "All full, and the lines are a bit backed up, would have to wait a half hour or so to get a spot. Is he finishing up?".
"Yeah, I think he's washing up. We can't afford to wait in those lines, and Bruce would get bored...", Martha frowned, and Thomas replied, "I think there's a payphone the next street, but we'd have to take a shortcut if we want to avoid the traffic...".
Martha sighed, "Are you sure?", concerned and nervous to hear that before she moaned, covering her mouth, and Thomas replied, "Martha, are you okay?", worried instantly.
"I'm fine, Thomas...Nerves got to me there, or perhaps I didn't agree with some of the restaurant food, even if they were very much well-done...", Martha replied.
Thomas widened his eyes, "Wait, do you...are you...?", and Martha replied, "It might as well be the time of the month, you know that. After all, you gave me ice cream and such for the pain.".
Thomas nodded, "Right, but doesn't mean I can still hope that Bruce gets a baby sister...", with a smile as he caressed her waist, and Martha giggled, smiling, kissing his cheek before Bruce's voice whispered hopefully, "Am I going to be a big brother?!".
The couple turned their faces to look at Bruce, having exited the men's bathroom, and Martha handed him the popcorn bag with a gentle smile, "How many times have we told you not to eavesdrop?", raising an eyebrow.
Bruce had a sympathetic look on his face. "Sorry.", he apologized as Thomas sighed. "It's alright. And to answer your question, we don't know yet... sometimes it takes a while to know.", he explained. "Like it was with you.", he teased as he ruffled the boy's hair.
"So, what are we going to do then, Thomas?", Martha asked as Thomas bit his lip. "Okay, I say we take the shortcut and hopefully get in touch with Alfred. If not, the restaurant wasn't too far from there, so we'll just go there and wait. Surely, Alfred would be coming back and forth if he can't find us at the theater or the restaurant.", Thomas decided as the group started to move.
Martha asked warmly as she tucked into Thomas' arm, smiling at Bruce, "Did you enjoy dinner and the movie at least, Bruce?", and Bruce nodded, "Yeah! Hey, Dad, can I try sword fighting? I bet I can be fast like Zorro! I mean, they got rapier sword class in 6th grade and beyond in school!", pretending to swoosh an invisible rapier sword.
Thomas chuckled warmly, "If you keep your grades up throughout this year up to the year of 6th grade, I'll think about it, but you must consider having a room for training under supervision. After all, you don't want to accidentally cut any of us, would you?".
"No way! Especially not Poppy!", Bruce proclaimed, and Martha asked with an eyebrow, "Poppy? Don't tell me that you got the idea of a baby sister already on your mind, hmm?".
Bruce blushed with a smile, "I can't help it! And well, poppies are the flowers that Elena remembered in the movie. Girls like flowers, right?", glancing at Thomas.
"Well, that's the general idea but not every girl is the sa-", Thomas started to reply, chuckling. "Oh, nonsense, a man can never go wrong with getting a girl flowers!", Martha interrupted Thomas as he shook his head with a smile as they turned the corner to cut down one of the alleyways.
Martha then suddenly came to a stop as Thomas was forced to halt as well and Bruce by extension. "What's wrong?", Thomas asked her as Martha slowly shook her head.
"Thomas... let's... on second thought, why don't we just wait back at the theater, I'm sure Alfred will show up eventually. Or maybe even a taxi could come by. Or we could just stay on the sidewalk of the main street...", Martha suggested nervously.
"Martha, it's only a few hundred yards. Barely a par 4 and then we're right back out on the street.", Thomas insisted. Martha frowned softly, "I don't know...Are you sure that this is the shortcut to the payphone on the other side?".
Thomas replied, "Martha, we practically grew up in this city. There's always a payphone on every street, even if they are going out of style slowly thanks to the new technology. And if the payphone is too far across the street after this alley, or out of order, we will call for a taxi to get us to the restaurant, and then Alfred will pick us up eventually, alright?".
"Come on, Mom! Maybe Alfred is already on the next street, looking for us on the way to pick us up!", Bruce nodded, and Martha sighed deeply, shaking her head slightly, "I swear you two gang up on me when you have a chance. Alright, but we better stay close, especially you, Bruce, do not wander off to the walls, understand?".