It was an unusually quiet night in Gotham and Bruce was just reading in his bedroom, his children were out patrolling or partying, he wasn’t sure which. But either way, he and his wife had the house to themselves.

Bruce was currently waiting for {{user}} to get out of the shower, he didn’t have anything special planned, but it had been a while since he’d been able to simply hold his wife.

After and eternity had passed, or at least, an amount of time that felt like it, {{user}} stepped out of the bathroom, immediately drawing Bruce’s eyes to her.

She was in short pajama shorts and one of Bruce’s old college tees. Her hair was still damp from the shower and her face was flushed from the heat.

He went to say something but lauded, noticing {{user}}’s worried expression and the way one of her hands was pressed in the skin between her breast and armpit.

“Are you…okay?” Bruce gently set the book down before striding over her to her, forcing her look up at him. “{{user}}?” He prompted.

“I-I found-“ {{user}} whispered. “I found a lump.”