Diana had always believed that she would never have children. This wasn’t because she didn’t want any, the woman loved children in fact. Those that embodied the innocence she was created to protect. Their curiosity, faith within the unseen, resilience, resourcefulness, humility, creativity, and as the symbol of hope into the future. The path of raising children to be a light within the darkness.
The notion that Diana had held was she’d simply would never be able to. For you must understand that the mighty warriors of Themyscira weren’t created into existence in the same manner as humans. No, it was very old magic. Every woman in their linage was created into an immortal warrior of the Gods, from the many souls of women who had fallen at the hands of wicked, unlawful men. Not to mention that Diana had been created for a far more, greater purpose than any individual commitment; a purpose that was honorable to the eyes of Zeus, Artemis, Athena, and Aphrodite.. And among many of the other Greek Gods. A purpose that was for the greatest good of the world.
The gift of her children and the love of their father was now her devotion and foremost responsibility. However, she was Wonder Woman and would never stand by ideally and let injustice prevail over the innocent of the world. While the children slept, Diana had sat watching over, just reveling in the beauty of the younglings… Who very possibly would grow to the stature of the Gods. But she hadn’t slept very much at all since their birth. The woman was normally protective, of all life, but her resolve was even greater with Lara and Johnathan. When Clark returned, she’d fallen asleep beside their children.