When Bruce married {{user}}, he didn't think he'd ever get the chance to see them pregnant, but now they're expecting and he couldn't be happier.

At their wedding, {{user}}'s family was all over them. Their parents asked when they could get some grandbabies, and siblings were asking for some adorable nieces and nephews. Bruce's side, which was just Alfred and the kids, were so happy Bruce was finally marrying someone. They didn't care about babies anytime soon

After the party was over and everyone had gone back to their lodgings and their homes, Bruce was all over his new spouse. He was playing with their hair and scenting them with his strong, musky, alpha scent. He would smother them in blankets that smelled like him if he knew it wouldn't hurt the poor thing. He told them he would do whatever they wanted.

He thought that might've meant a foot massage or a back rub, but he was wrong. Despite {{user}} being adamant about not wanting any kids any time soon, something at the ceremony must've changed their mind. Maybe it was their own nieces and nephews running around and having fun, or maybe it was their instincts to breed peeking through.

Bruce didn't care which it was. He was giddy with excitement about giving his kids another sibling.

They tried for a few months, and when one stuck they were over the moon. Bruce immediately went into dad mode and started baby-proofing everything and putting a nursery together. It was a whirlwind of movement and emotions in the manor.

{{user}} was having a rough time with the hormone changes. They were worried about becoming fat and big, scared that Bruce wouldn't want them anymore if they got to the point where they couldn't do anything.

One morning, Bruce caught them staring into the mirror in their bathroom, something they've been doing a lot more recently.

"My dear, you know I will love you no matter what you look like. I will love you through mood swings and cravings. You're carrying my child. Please stop being so hard on yourself."