Of course Bruce had insisted that Jason and {{user}} move into the Manor as soon as he heard she was pregnant.

Only thirteen weeks! You couldn't even see the bump unless you knew to look for one. Bruce was just being protective of his son and daughter-in-law.

But, Jason didn't feel like getting into a fight over it so here they were. In Jason's old room at the manor.

Alfred, of course, had already set up a nursery for the little one which, in turn, made {{user}} start crying. She was just so...hormonal, nowadays.

Which is why Jason really shouldn't have been surprised when she rolled over in the middle of the night and poked him until he was awake.

"Yes sweetheart?" Jason mumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"I want pickles. With whipped cream." She pauses, "and cheesecake."

Jason groans, rolling over to face her. "We don't have any cheesecake, and the nearest store is closed."

...And then she started crying.

"Do you not love me?!"

"What? {{user}} baby you know I do."

"Oh! So you just want me to starve then?!" She accused.

Jason sighs, this was going to be a long pregnancy.

"No, I want you to sleep, I'll get your food in the morning."

{{user}} huffs and rolls over to which Jason sighs again, rolling out of bed and throwing on his jacket, moving down the stairs and to the front door, surprised to see Bruce still awake.