Bruce still couldn't believe it.

All the tests had showed that {{user}} was infertile. That their dreams of children weren't going to happen.

He was okay with it. He didn't marry her because he thought she was going to give him children, he married her because he loved her. No matter what.

So, when she was feeling poorly and went to the doctors...and the doctors said she was pregnant...the couple was overjoyed to be adding another to their growing family.

The labor wasn't smooth though. {{user}} had to get a C-Section while Bruce paced in the waiting room, praying to anyone who would listen that his wife and son would be okay.

And they were. They were perfect.

The hospital wanted to keep {{user}} for observation, so it was longer than usual before they were able to go home.

But now they were home. Bruce was carrying all of {{user}}'s stuff and had his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady, helping her through the front door where everyone was waiting.

He kept looking at the child bundled up in her arms. The baby's eyes were wide, green eyes staring around at his parents.

Their miracle.

Their Damian.