West-Allen Babymoon Adventures; Project Paradise

A Sweet Surprise For My Special Ladies

(Co-written by NoraXSWest-AllenFam)

Dedicated to @bloodypunkkk, @amorheartz, ThatSpiderKnight, and @Nicholas_Thawne, for their sweet support of my stories! I truly appreciate all of you :)

And a special dedication goes out from both of us to luciferandchloe2021 and damianflashpoint943 for their kind comments left on our work! You're both super schway :)

"Yeah, lemon was definitely the way to go," Iris thought to herself, as she put the finishing touches on her late night outfit, admiring her own work through the golden-edged hanging mirror placed next to the couple's dresser.

She wore a sleeveless lemon yellow dress that ran the length of her knees, just seeming to sparkle with all of the radiant joy that resided in the woman's heart.

The same large two hoop earrings hung from her ears, their polished silver casings reflecting the warm smile that she had been wearing since the moment she'd put them on that morning.

Her hair was still done up in the goddess braids she'd put together earlier too, but with a small twist, every other braid being held up by an orchid colored one that perfectly complemented the other colors of her outfit, for they all just seemed to burst with a explosion of life and joy that to some could seem even a little bit excessive.

And there's no other way I'd want it.

"It's a good thing I took some extra time to get all of this done just for him, especially since I knew he'd be late." Iris commented to herself, the white digital words lit above the wallpaper of her wedding day on her nearby phone illuminating the time that was more than a little bit behind schedule.

"Not that it matters, because it's not like we really have much of a schedule," Iris laughed happily, enjoying all of the well deserved time the pair actually were getting to enjoy to themselves.

Especially now that I know he's fully here with us, and that'll we're all having fun, together.

"Not to mention this is Barry after all. And it'd be sooner he'd not be struck by lightning then he'd be on time for something," she quipped, shaking her head lightly at her own joke as she started placing the last set of braids into the only strand of her hair left undone.

"You better find my jokes funny if you like your dad's..."

Though, the woman's words were abruptly cut short by the gentle knocking at their hotel room's door, the sound holding just a lightness of touch that could only be that of her husband's.

"One moment!" Iris called out hurriedly, as she rushed the last set of braids into place, taking only a brief moment to glance over it and smooth it down once absentmindedly before grabbing her complimentary plastic gray bag (aka temporary purse) and rushing over to the room's door.

She excitedly threw it open as she felt her heartbeat speed up ever so slightly, the sure sign that her partner had to be just on the other side.

And the stunningly handsome man she was greeted with was just that, and definitely did not disappoint.

He was dressed in a formal navy blue cabin knit soft sweater that stopped just above his slim tapered black jeans, ones of which were much in contrast to the optimistic bright blue eyes which were his own. His short brunette hair was perfectly combed and tousled just the way he knew his wife liked it, keeping its middle part hidden beneath the partially smoothed back section on the left side of his head. His feet were covered in the same chestnut brown dress shoes he'd worn on the day of their renewal vows, their color nearly exactly matching that of Iris' sweet brown eyes, only hers of course glowed with a much brighter light than anything else in Barry's world ever would. Delicately slipped over his right wrist was the worn, black-strapped sentimental watch which Joe had gifted to him eight years ago, its tiny little arrow-headed hands ticking energetically as each second passed the pair by. The very same one he had taken extra care to wear almost everyday since that same Christmas, too. Lastly, gripped carefully in the same hand was a velvet, ruby-red ribboned bouquet of rich lilac purple roses, their beautiful hue resembling that of a certain speedster's special spark. Not that anything could ever truly capture their daughter's light except, the warm smile which made her father's heart skip a beat just thinking about it for there was nothing in the multiverse that made him happier than feeling the love their sweet Nora felt for her parents.