"We.........we should give you some privacy............."

"No..........." (Y/n) quickly interrupted Harvey, as she pulled herself away from Alfred. It obvious that she still hadn't forgiven him for what he had, or should that be, hadn't said earlier that evening.

"I would prefer it if you stayed. This won't take very long, and I will need a lift back to the bar so I can get my car............." She continued, as she moved away from the butler. Harvey and Jim looking at one another; both aware how stubborn the female detective could be, but that this was no time for being stubborn.

"(Y/n)........" Jim began, as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You, me and Harvey can talk about this later. For now, you need to speak to Alfred. We'll just go and wait in the car, ok..............?" Jim added, giving (Y/n) one of his looks. The female detective reluctantly agreeing and watching as he and Harvey made their way back to the car.

"So.............." Alfred said, as he gestured for her to follow him into the kitchen. (Y/n) musing for a moment before making her way inside the large home.

"Would you like to take a seat.............." He continued, as he pulled out a chair.

"No, I'm fine.........." She countered, choosing to stay by the doorway. The idea of a quick getaway, if needed, a rather appealing one. Not sure she could handle the thought of it being confirmed that Alfred felt nothing for her. That he would actually come out and say, no, he did not love her, without there being a way that she could escape. (Y/n) not wanting to give Alfred the satisfaction of seeing that the thought of him not caring, hurt.

"(Y/n).................."

"Alfred, I am pregnant. Yes, it is yours, and no, I don't expect anything from you. This is something that I have to deal with, and well...........I have no intention of forcing you to be with me, because of this. I don't want either of us, or the kid to be miserable, because I pushed you into a relationship. I know that you have enough on your hands with taking care of Bruce. So, now you know, I'll go and find the guys............." (Y/n) said, giving the butler a nod before turning to head back out of the manor; only to find a large hand placed on her shoulder. The female detective not moving, not turning; sure, that if she looked up into Alfred's eyes, she would begin to cry again, and she was already exhausted from crying.

"I don't have any brothers or sisters; my parents are dead, and if it hadn't been for Thomas giving me a job here when he did, I would probably be locked up, or dead myself. My old life never really leant itself to having a family. I never thought I would get to be a husband, a father. I thought all of that had passed me by; but then...........then I met you. When I opened the door to the manor that day you came to talk to Thomas about your investigation, it was like I'd been hit by something. And then.......and then you smiled, and I knew that my life was never gonna be the same. You turned my world upside down, (Y/n). You made me think that maybe I had been given another chance; and the more I got to know you, the more time we spent together, I came to believe that that was the case. What we have.........it was never just sex; not that I'm gonna pretend that I don't like that part. I.........I love you, (Y/n). I think I've loved you since that first day. It was just that I didn't know how to tell you; I didn't know if you felt the same............" Alfred explained, before slowly walking around her, carefully taking her face in his hands and lifting her head, so that she was looking at him.

"For one of the few times in my life, I'm scared, (Y/n). I don't know what kind of father I'm gonna make; but I promise to be the best that I can be. To love and protect you and the baby for the rest of my life, if you'll let me............" The butler continued. Brushing the tears away from her cheeks, as they began to fall.

"I'm scared too, Alfie. You have enough on your hands with poor Bruce, and now................but I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Alfred Pennyworth, and I would really prefer it if I didn't have to do this alone; because........well, I have no idea where to start. So, maybe we can try and be the best parents we can..........together............." The female detective replied, as she looked up into his blue eyes. Eyes, that just like hers, were filled with tears.

"I think that's a good idea............" The English butler pulling her into his arms. His head resting atop hers, as they held one another close. The pair standing there for a few moments, before Alfred took her hand and led her out of the kitchen; neither noticing the two faces looking at them through one of the windows.

"Well, I think that we should leave em to it, Uncle Jim............" Harvey said, before turning from the window and making his way back to the car. Jim rolling his eyes, well aware that whenever it came to (Y/n) and her little one, from now on, his partner would be referring to him as "Uncle Jim". Not that he minded, a smile coming to his face, as he followed Harvey to the car. The younger detective just hoping that (Y/n) knew that for the rest of her pregnancy, old mother hen Harvey would be watching her every step. That, and with Alfred as their father, and those two as uncles, the criminals of Gotham had better watch their step in the future.