The Flash: One-Shots: I'll Always Come Running Home To You

You're My Home, Always (Part 1)

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Author's Notes:

Hi, everyone! Thank you for coming back to read another one of my Flash one-shots! I really appreciate any view, vote, or comment I receive from my readers!

I've actually had this idea ever since I watched the season eight finale a few weeks ago (I know that's a pretty long time after it premiered, but I just fell a little far behind. Lol) but it definitely took a long time to write due to some writer's block.

It's all written from the wonderful Iris West-Allen's perspective and allows readers to fully feel the appreciation she has for getting to be back with her family, especially her husband, after being lost in the Still Force for so many weeks while also detailing Barry's mixed feelings as to how things went down throughout the pen-ultimate and final episode of the season.

Anyways, that's probably enough of my rambling now. Lol.

Love you all and thank you for reading :)

"I didn't know how he did it all that time. How he always believed everything would turn out  okay even when my time sickness kept getting worse and worse until now," Iris thought as she lay wrapped in her husband's loving arms, their backs pressed comfortably against the soft bed which they called their own.

The early morning sun shone a single stream through their Loft's closed second story window, its gentle burst of color only adding to the feeling of appreciative love which encompassed the room the two West-Allens currently occupied. The pair had only spent a few weeks apart yet those days could've easily been an eternity, or at least that's how it felt for Iris while she was trapped in the unknown void that seemed forever unreachable known as the Still Force.

Once my time sickness got bad, I didn't know if I would ever get to have the life I wanted to have. The family I was supposed to have and who were supposed to have me. But Barry was right to believe in our future, to believe in us, because no matter what life tries to separate us with, we'll always come running back home to each other.

Iris smiled appreciatively as she gently brushed a strand of her husband's short brunette hair to the side of his head, revealing the ocean blue eyes that she would never get tired of seeing. A small smile formed on his sleeping face at the feel of his wife's touch, his arms giving her body an extra squeeze for good measure. 

I'm so glad that I get to be here, in his arms again without having to worry about hurting him or anyone else again. That I get to feel the touch of his hand in mine. And get to see his perfectly adorkable smile shine on that handsome face of his again. And most of all, I just get to have him.

She softly leaned closer into her husband's sleeping embrace, resting her head delicately against his muscular, bare chest, her long messy strands of rose pink hair brushing ever so lightly against the speedster's beating heart.

"I love you, Barry," Iris whispered quietly before shutting her dark brown eyes, letting her every thought disappear, the feeling of running into her husband's loving embrace a few days prior still playing continuously through her mind like the end of an romantic movie she never wanted to stop watching before she drifted into the best night sleep she'd gotten in ages.

Only their love was much more than a movie.

"Beep, beep, beep," the couple's nightstand alarm clock noisily rang throughout their cozy bedroom, bouncing off the room's tawny-colored walls with its usual sound of necessary annoyance. Iris slowly sat up in bed, blinking the subdued tiredness out of her eyes before clicking the tiny black button on the buzzing machine's top off. She let out a quiet yawn, happiness coursing through her veins at the thought of getting to wake her husband up.