Merely donned with the remaining of the tux he wore prior for the usual gala he attended, Bruce now quietly stood near the kitchen island after having returned home – rather content with simply watching your thankful expression as Alfred offered a meal that catered to your current cravings.

Though having stood far from where you comfortably laid on the lounge, Bruce ensured that he had a wonderful view of your swelling womb; the growing embodiment of his love for you.