𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙 (𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙) [√]

Part Twelve

Fast forward a few months

Bruce sighed as he waddled down the stairs, his eight-and-a-half-month-old belly in front of him. He had stopped leaving the house as soon as he started to show.

He made his way to the kitchen and went to the cupboard, pulling out a bowl. He placed some blackberry ice cream, chocolate syrup, pickles, pineapple slices, M&Ms, and marshmallow cream on top before sitting at the counter and starting to eat.

Clark came in a few minutes later, followed by Alfred, who only glanced at Bruce's meal before smiling at him and heading off.

"How are my fiance and child doing?" Clark asked, and Bruce hummed around his spoon.

"We're fine. The little alien keeps kicking my bladder and ribs, and I've been feeling a bit of pain every now and then, but...did you say, fiance?" Bruce asked, looking up at Clark, who was standing across from him on the other side of the table with a black velvet box opened in front of him, displaying a beautiful ring.

Bruce's eyes welled with tears. "I'm sorry, Clark, but I can't marry you," Bruce said and watched, and Clark's shoulders fell.

"What? Why?" The taller man asked.

"Well, I could, under one condition," Bruce said, and Clark raised a brow.

"And what's that?" he asked. Bruce took his spoon, dug into his concussion, and held it out to Clark.

"You have to taste it," He said, and Clark's face scrunched up in disgust. He looked at Bruce and then back at the spoon. He took a deep breath. And moved forward, taking the spoon in his mouth.

Bruce watched as Clark's face smoothed out with surprise. "That's not bad," he said, and Bruce huffed.

"I've been telling you that for months," Bruce said, reaching over and taking the black box and sliding it over to him. He picked up the ring and placed it on his finger. I guess I'll take pity on you and marry you," he said before shoveling food into his mouth.

Clark shook his head and moved around the counter, kissing his forehead. "Thank you, my love. I don't deserve your pity."

"No, you don't, but I love you," Bruce said, and Clark chuckled.

Bruce turned on his chair and stood, pausing as he felt liquid running down his leg. Looking down to see that his water broke.

"Shit," He swore, "the baby is coming," he said as Clark stood there frozen.

Bruce reached up and slapped him, snapping him out of his trance. Clark shook his head before scooping him up and flying to the Bat Cave medical room.

He laid Bruce on the bed and pulled off his pants and boxers. Alfred rushed in, having seen Clark zoom past. "I called Chan," Alfred said, rushing into the bathroom, coming back with some towels, and placing them under Bruce before leaving the room.

Twenty minutes later, Change rushed in. He got right between Bruce's legs after putting on some gloves. "OK, you are dilated enough. Next contraction, push," he instructed.

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Bruce opened his eyes; his body hurt and felt lighter. Looking down, he saw his stomach was flat and realized that he had given birth.

He raised his elbows and saw Clark sitting in the chair by his bed. "Clark," he called, and the other looked up at him and smiled brightly.

"Hey," Clark said, standing up and approaching him, taking his hand. "You did so good," He said, and Bruce gave him a weak smile.

"Where is the alien?" Bruce asked, and Clark pointed to the end of the bed where a bassinet was. He moved down and picked up the baby swaddled in a blue blanket.

"A boy," Bruce said happily, taking his baby from Clark and looking down at his pink skin and little tufted Black hair.

"Robin Kent-Wayne," Clark said, and Bruce raised a brow.

"You were the one who said you wanted Alfred to name him." Clark reminded him, and Bruce huffed.

"Well, I think it suits him."

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Two months

"Do you, Bruce Wayne, take Clark Kent to be your loving wedded husband?" The priest asked.

"I do," Bruce said.

"And do you, Clark Kent, take Bruce Wayne to be your loving wedded husband?" The priest asked.

"I do," Clark said, smiling at his partner.

"I now pronounce you husbands." The priest said, "You may now kiss,"

And without hesitance, the two kissed. They pulled away at the sound of baby gibber and looked to see Robin squealing at them from Alfred's arms.

Clark went over and took his baby from the older man's arm and went to Bruce, leading him back down the aisle.

Martha, Lois, and Diana immediately swept away Robin. "He's going to be such a lady's man," Bruce said, and Clark scoffed.

"My child will not be a playboy; he will be modest and a gentleman," Clark said, and Bruce smirked.

"Want to bet?" He asked, and Clark glared playfully.

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Re-published: April 22, 2024, 6 pm

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