Selina snuggled by the window seat, a book in hand. Her cat, Cleo, jumped up on the seat and curled up by her feet. Her fingers scratched the black feline's ears, lifting away only to turn the pages. It was a late in the evening, way past the time Bruce was due to return from work (before preparing for his night shift). Selina knew not to worry, but she could not help her thoughts as of late.

Alfred entered the room with a tray of tea and scones, setting it down on a nearby table. She hid her smile behind the book, watching the man meticulously prepare an herbal infusion of tea. It was alright, but Selina liked to feign disgust just to see the old man's brow twitch in annoyance.

It was funny to think that many years ago, Alfred would dread to have her around the house. It wasn't until much later he realized her influence on Bruce. How much she both softened and strengthened him. She didn't realize it herself and had figured the butler just wanted to see his master happy with someone that he trusted.

He poured a cup and headed to her side.

"Here you are, Mrs Wayne."

"Ugh, Alfred. Not this again."

"It's red raspberry leaf, Miss. I know you like this one."

Selina sullenly took the dainty teacup and raised it to her lips. For the first few times, the tea had tasted like brewed grass. But for some reason, after the butler's constant badgering (which usually involves a smart retort and refusing to budge till she downed every cup pushed under her nose), she eventually acquired a taste for it. Not that she'll ever admit it openly of course.

"And your sweet allowance for the day."

He set a plate of freshly baked chocolate scones by her side. Selina shifted her legs quickly, leaning forward to block the view of the chocolate packaging she had sneaked, but Alfred thankfully didn't seem to notice. She might have exceeded her sugar limit ages ago.

She watched as Alfred primly rearranged the teapot and lifted the tray. "Oh, I've reduced the sugar in the scones to account for the missing chocolate bars in the pantry."

Selina groaned after him as he drifted off, not before another figure entered the room. "Relax, Alfred. She can have chocolate. I've read it helps prevent preeclampsia." Bruce entered his office, tugging off his scarf and removing his gloves. He looked exhausted – his face drawn and the sleep deprivation clear in his eyes; but he had a look of mild amusement.

Alfred appeared to sniff at him pointedly before disappearing down the hallway and Bruce turned to give his wife a tired smile. Selina felt her shoulders relax in relief and tugged herself down to give him a welcome kiss. Bruce lifted his hands, as though stopping her.

"Hey, you don't have to move."

"Gosh, Bruce! I can walk."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, leaning forward to accept her kisses. He was still in his coat which Selina helped to divest him of. She felt rather wifely, helping him tug off his suit jacket and moving on to undo his tie. As she loosened the silken knot, Bruce's gaze rested on her evenly. His hands shifted from her hips down to her belly.

"How's she?"

"It could be a boy, Bruce."

"Or a girl."

Selina sighed in mock annoyance as she tugged off the tie. She attempted to pull away from him but his arms had tightened around her waist and tugged her to his chest.

"It's a girl. I know it."

Selina felt the corner of her lips twitch as Bruce pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"How are you so sure? Did you interrogate the ultrasound technician?"

"Maybe."

Selina tiptoed to kiss him again before he took the clothes from her and dumped them on a nearby settee. He tugged her over to the leather chair of his desk and set her on his lap. He reached for the teacup, setting it back in his wife's hands.

"Drink."

Selina snorted at him, but gave a dainty sip and rested her head beneath his chin. Bruce set to work on his computer, seeming to look at financial reports.

"Gosh. Bruce, you just took off your coat. At least have dinner, I'm starving."

At this, Bruce ceased his typing to frown down at her. "You've not eaten yet? I told you not to wait for me." It was a habit Selina cultivated since she had moved in with him. She refused to eat without him. Sitting on that enormous dining table alone was rather daunting and lonesome for her. Almost childishly so.

There was a tinge of resigned annoyance in Bruce's voice, but Selina almost smugly knew that he could never stay angry at her for long. He was the peace maker of the two, surprisingly and Selina was the one who was prone to starting fights. But she'd admit it's for the makeup sex…and to hear the sexy, throaty growl of his voice when he was annoyed.

He reached for the intercom, calling for Alfred to bring up dinner for two before giving her a pointed look.

Bruce reached down and gently tucked a stray bronze curl resting on her cheekbone to behind the sleeping woman's ear. She was sound asleep against his bare chest, cuddled tight to him for warmth. He reached for the remote next to his bedside and switched on the fireplace and tucked the blankets around them as soon as she started to shiver a little.

Her shivering halted and a soft, satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she snuggled comfortably against him. Bruce smiled down at her and rested his head back on the pillows. His muscled arm had fallen asleep at some point in the night, bearing the weight of the tiny woman. But he could care less.

He was happy. Truly happy. But none of that happiness seemed to help ease his fears. Ever since learning Selina was expecting, he's had recurring nightmares – on top of the usual. They were all the same, and all too familiar.

"Daddy!"

Bruce tried to reach for the hysterical child, but he was flat on the ground, looking across to the dead woman across him. Loose pearls surrounded her body. He watched the iridescent orbs turn coral as they rolled about the pool of blood that slowly bloomed from her chest. She had familiar hazel eyes, usually twinkling alive with mischief- but they were now flat and dead. It was Selina.

"Mama!"

The child shook the dead woman frantically before turning to him.

"Daddy!"

It was a little girl. Dark hair, frightened hazel eyes that were filled with tears. There was blood on her dress and her hands. Hands that were now shaking him. Bruce always tried his hardest to move. He wanted to shout out to the girl, tell her everything will be fine. But his body could only stay still, looking up helplessly to the panicking child.

She dropped to her knees and let out a blood curdling scream.

Bruce always woke up with a start. Even though he knew how every second of the nightmare went, he still woke up in cold sweat and his heart pounding. A sleepy Selina would gently coax him back under the covers and soothe him with light kisses and wrapping her body around his. He'd feel himself calm, but he would lay awake for the remaining few hours, holding his wife tighter to his chest.

It was routine that kept him from wallowing back into the nightmare. He'd untangle himself from Selina, press a loving kiss to her forehead before tucking her beneath the sheets. Sometimes, she'd wake with his light movements and insist on going on his patrols with him. But ever since learning of her condition, he'd been firm and had once gone to the extent of hiding her suit and equipment. Alfred didn't appreciate being left alone with the furious, hormonal woman that first night he did it.

Eventually, Selina yielded and had found herself more tired. She would sleep like a rock now and Bruce was grateful that she did not experience the same stresses he did. His hand would rest gently over the curve of her belly, quietly admiring the life that grew within her. She had only recently started to show and Bruce had surprised himself with how much satisfaction he had felt in seeing her body shift with their baby. She was curvier and the growth of her bust and hip line had her discarding her own clothes in favour for his, loving how loose and comfortable they were and most of all, scented of him.

He'd return from his patrols at the crack of dawn. Alfred would be waiting for him at the cave with breakfast, a giant mug of the strongest black coffee and a fresh, pressed suit if he was needed at Wayne Enterprises.

After a quick shower and change, he'd return to the master bedroom to give his sleeping wife a kiss and check on her. Usually, she would be out cold as Selina was never a morning person. But these days, he'd return to her curled up around his pillow, wide awake and eyes hazed with worry that would only clear once she sighted him.

"You're later than usual."

Bruce smiled and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "Got caught up in traffic."

She would attempt to pull herself up and Bruce would be quick to gently but firmly push her back down.

"Rest. Dr Tompkins did say that your iron levels were low. Don't push yourself again."

Selina rolled her eyes at him. Truly, she didn't know why he worried so much about becoming a father. He was already one. He was father to a very adult Robin – who went by Nightwing now, a young, but wise beyond her years Oracle and the slew of other Robins she occasionally got to meet.

"Okay, daddy."

The suggestive glint in her eyes had him hardening his gaze, almost quietly warning his wife not to test his patience as she has for the past several weeks. But as always, his eyes would soften. He was whipped, as much as he hated to admit and Dick would gleefully point out. He knew Selina was bored to death, but he wasn't going to compromise her safety. Not when he has too many enemies.

"Just avoid the gym, at least. Please."

Selina only shrugged non-committedly and dragged her fully-suited husband down to bed.

Selina shifted in his arms and Bruce looked down to see her fast asleep. Her face serene – content, safe and loved. He felt the corners of his lip twitch and he tighten an arm around her, shifting her to a more comfortable position. His hand rested lightly over the swell of her belly where he felt a small kick to his palm. His brows rose and he glanced over at Selina was not at all disturbed in her sleep. He stroked over the spot, feeling something well up deep in his chest. He wondered if his father felt the same way when his mother had been expecting. Did he feel the same sense of wonder and anguish? Did he feel the same excitement and dread as he was now?

His voice is soft and low when he whispers and the baby kicked once more as if responding to her (as Bruce firmly believes) daddy's voice.

"I love you."

Selina smiles softly.

Hope you enjoyed this drabble. Now we're about a month away from Season 3 of Gotham (Squee!). Currently, I'm busy with another work as well as university and I have been lacking inspiration to write for BatCat. Though I'm sure that will be quickly remedied in a few! ;) Please do leave your thoughts/review!