Diana's POV:

"Diana, are you pregnant?"

I was silent. 

"Oh my god, she is!" 

"I don't know, okay?!" I snapped.

I felt a tinge of regret and I winced.

"Sorry," I said.

Sheyera and Zatanna smiled encouragingly.

"What makes you think you might be, then?" Sheyera prodded.

"I took a pregnancy test last week. I got the two little pink lines..." I started.

"But I don't have any symptoms. I vomited once, but that's pretty much it,"  I added.

Zatanna hummed. 

"Well, have you told Bruce?" Zatanna asked.

I sighed.

"No," I said.

"Well, let's get your mind off of it. I'll make popcorn and we'll have glasses of wine and we'll watch 'Mean Girls'!" Zatanna said, trying to be positive.

"What is Mean Girls?" Sheyera and I both asked.

Zatanna's mouth went agape. 

"Okay, we are SO watching it. Like, ASAP." Zatanna said, rushing to the kitchen to make popcorn.

Sheyera shrugged. "Well, you probably shouldn't have wine," Sheyera said.

I groaned. "You're probably right," 

"I know I am." Sheyera said teasingly.

~~~~The Next Day~~~~

As I packed my bags, Sheyera stood in the doorway.

"I can see you," I said.

"Damn, how'd you know?" 

"I can see the shadow of your wings," I said.

Sheyera chuckled. "A blessing and a curse, these wings." 

I didn't respond.

"Leaving so soon?" Sheyera asked.

It was only 7:30 in the morning.

"Mhm," I said cooly.

"You gotta tell him, Diana." Sheyera said, seriously.

"You're one to talk." I muttered to myself.

But Sheyera continued.

"Bruce isn't gonna appreciate being lied to...John...he didn't and I-..." 

It grew quiet.

"I understand. I just-, I just want to make sure." 

"There's a pregnancy test in the bathroom, medicine cabinet, top shelf." Zatanna said, suddenly appearing.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Don't ask," Zatanna said.

(---DANGER, CONSTRUCTION AREA!---)

There was a long, tense, two mintues. 

Finally, I dared to look, and it said 'Pregnant'

I s ighed.