Bruce bounces his knee gently. He smiles as a pair of dark blue eyes lingers on his face. Two small hands reach up and settle on his cheeks. "What are you doing, darling?" he asks and a giggle is his reply. "Martha, sweetie." Her fingers trace his stubble covered chin. She laughs when it tickles her.

Martha Wayne is four years old and as curious as can be. She looks a lot like her mother whom Bruce spies gently rocking the newest addition to their family. Bruce feels his grin widen. Diana picks that moment to glance at him and Etha squirms in her arms. Little Thomas, Martha's twin is busy pulling on Diana's skirt. His wife focuses her stare on him, a question lingering in her eyes. Bruce turns to the guests.

"I never really thought I'd see you like this," Shayera teased, her own son perched in her lap. Rex Stewart eyes Martha with part suspicion and part interest. At five years he doesn't quite know what to make of females that are not his mother. "I didn't think I would end up like this." No one did.

"Go figure," Diana throws in, approaching them with small steps so Thomas can keep up with her. Etha yawns eliciting a coo from her mother. "But it suits us." More than she thought it would, actually.

"Can't argue with that," the winged redhead says in agreement. At a particularly sharp tug of said red hair, she frowns at Rex. "Ouch. Don't do that, it hurt. Do you want to hurt momma?" Still, she smiles.

Diana laughs at the scene. Thomas and Martha are like that too. Apparently having long hair is a sort of invitation for children to pull on it. Diana gazes at Etha lovingly. "In a few months she'll be pulling my hair too." Diana sighs, but not with contempt. Even the hair pulling is somewhat endearing at this point.

Thomas puts both hands on his father's knee. Imperiously, he commands to be lifted up too. Martha claps her hands enthusiastically. Bruce, who can't really refuse his children anything, complies at once. "There, my boy." Thomas gives his sister a smug look as if to show that they are exactly the same.

The truth is Bruce has an affinity for his daughter. He loves all three of his children, and would do anything to protect the; yet Martha is closest to him. Diana notes such thing with tender easiness. She herself dotes on Thomas. Etha, the youngest, is everyone's sweetheart. The baby of the family needs the most help and as such she is the one Bruce and Diana watch with a healthy dose of attention. Frail, innocent Etha watches her mother through cerulean orbs that are oddly unfocused. She may be on the verge of falling asleep. If there is anything Etha likes better than sleeping, that's eating. Now she's full.

Encompassing all the members of his family with one stare, Bruce hums contently in the back of his throat. Not even his best dreams can compare with reality. This, his wife and children, his family is his reason for living. It is because of them and for them that he finds the power to get up and face the world every day. There isn't a day that goes by in which he doesn't thank whoever is watching over them.

As far as Diana is concerned, she can ask nothing more of life. There are three children she can hold in her arms and a husband she loves with all her heart. The woman can't help but think it was worth getting every painful laceration and small bruise to reach her current state. Martha and Thomas beam at her, Etha gurgles and Bruce is obviously pleased. Diana shares a look with Shayera. Something tells her the Thanagarian understand perfectly the joy in Diana's heart and soul. Indeed, life is beautiful.

A/N: Thank you everyone for the reviews you've been writing me. It really meant a lot. This is the end of the story. I'm hoping you've enjoyed our small journey. Again, thanks for the support.