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15 Minutes Later...
What had once been a gentle car ride with the man she loved through the outer suburban sections of the places between Central City and its neighboring coast one, had turned into one, slightly more - turbulent.
The peaceful sights and similarly slow driving cars had been traded out for the insane drivers that wanted to reenact the scenes of a Fast and Furious movie, whizzing past so quickly that had Iris actually decided to become a cop, she would've definitely pulled them over for it.
The green hills and homely road for that of hardened dirted gray cement that ran beneath their car's black tires, complementing the similarly colored built bridges and other man-made structures that they passed by almost as quickly as they would come into view.
Though not one little part of these changes seemed to get to Iris at all, the unmoving feeling of love and tranquility, along with a burst of growing excitement, still running through her to her core.
These sights versus the others, none of it really matters. Because I have the only two things I need with me right in this car.
... Although if I see another one of those tiny racer reds try and blare its loud horn at us and scare the living daylights out of us again, I may or may not suggest that Barry just use a little bit of meta magic to teach them a lesson.
Unfortunately, the feelings of the blissfully happy wife/soon-to-be-mother were not quite as reciprocated by her partner.
As in, at all.
"Is it okay if I say that I'm one-hundred percent regretting my decision to agree to this?" Barry asked, his words followed by a nervous half-laugh as his shaky hands struggled to hold a firm grip on the steering wheel.
Though, that did not in the slightest pull his gaze away from the chaotic mess of a road that surrounded him, his insides jumping unpleasantly nearly every time he heard his fellow drivers' indignant shouts of road rage or the loud zipping sound of another vehicle racing past theirs.
"Relax Barry, you're doing great," Iris replied cheerily, her eyes somehow managing to see the exact same thing as his, yet something completely different at the same time.
"And don't listen to any of them, they're the bad drivers. You're the expert scientist with a PHD in physics, one that's being kind enough to drive his pregnant wife to their resort reservation. I say that makes you better than each and everyone out here." she told him lovingly, lightly rubbing his knee calmingly.
"I know you keep saying that Iris and I really, really appreciate your support, honestly, but just looking at this traffic isn't exactly making me feel that way," Barry stated, his rapid heart beat swiftly gaining speed as he instinctively jerked the steering wheel to the left, abruptly following the large line of cars crossing over to the lane beside his past one.
"Well speaking as the passenger on this car ride, I think it is," Iris commented supportively, her words of confidence and reaffirmation unwavering.
"You just have to, let go a little bit, relax," she explained, the ever tense muscles of her husband still fully locked into place.
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