Barry Allen imagines

Game night ϟ prompt

Today was a good day. Today was the day you had been looking forwards to for a long time. Today was game night. Game night was the best way to use a Friday night. A good day followed up by a good night.

"Honey, I'm home!" You shouted once you stepped into the house. After no reply, you knew that Barry would be late home from work. By knowing that, you also knew that dinner would be smart to start on. Not feeling like making lasagna for eight people (it's not always funny with a calories-machine of a boyfriend), you decided to order pizza for the big night.

"Thank you," you told the cute, pimple-faced teen of a pizza-guy as you took the five pizzas out of his tight grip.
"Here, keep the change, and have a good night!" He smiled politely back at you after you exchanged the money, and later closed the door. It didn't take long before your phone started ringing.
"Why hello my dearest husband, how are you? Being late and all," you said with a hint of humor that told him to not worry about your nonexistence anger for him.
"Y/N, I'm so so sorry! I got caught up with something at STAR labs!, I'm on my way home soon!"
"Don't worry, Barry, I can wait for you! I guess that's the price of having a superhero-boyfriend. Jokes on you, though, 'cause the pizzas' about to get cold," you laughed and told your goodbyes before hanging up.

It took exactly 57,5 seconds before the door busted open and the father of your unborn child came inside. You knew the exact time, because you decided to time him after hanging up – something you did at times.
"Good, now we can finally start the game night!" is the first thing that comes out of your mouth. Barry chuckles at your quirky gesture and peck your lisp before he take off his jacket and shoes.
"Good to see you too,"

You were in the middle of Casino when he started the conversation.
"So how was last day of work?" He knew you had had mixed feelings about it for weeks. Because of your messed up hormones, every other day you would be longing for this day, other days you would tell Barry how much you hated "this stupid baby bump that have ruined your life", not only did it make you look fat, but it also had to get you "fired for a year!".
"It was good, they made a cake for me," you said while taking a pair of eights off the table.
"So work was good?" He asked, nervous of if you had liked the cake, or if it had just "added hundred thousand more pounds" (you had said that at your younger sister's birthday).
"Yeah,"

You had moved away from the table, and now both of you two laid on the sofa, where you once cuddled, but now were playing intense Mario Cart for the sixth time. A mixture between pregnancy-hormones and competitiveness made you incredibly mad about Barry winning all the previous times.
"I'm going to bed" You said coldly to the TV, 2AM. The bastard had won again, and you were tired of it. Not even looking at him, you walked past Barry.
"Have fun at the couch tonight, babe," was the last thing you said before you entered the bathroom.
"Awh, c'mon, Y/N! I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?"

You rolled around in the empty bed. Finding a comfortable sleep-position was hard without your regular breathing pillow. So it only took you 30 minutes to forgive Barry, and let him get back in bed with you. Getting yourself out of bed was the hardest part, the big belly and your tiredness was not a good combination. You waggled out to the living room where you saw your incredible boyfriend pretend-snoring.
"Just come to bed with me already," you said. Even with your back turned against him, you could sense his chuckles, which did not help at all.
"Shut up, Bartholomew and help me get some sleep,"

That night, the two of you had the best night of sleep. You were in a deep sleep, your head resting on his chest, and light snores escaping your lips. He had his hand placed on your belly, the movements inside of you making a smile appear on his face. And like that both of you two fell asleep. You both traveled to the land of dreams, where Y/N always would win in Mario Cart, and Barry would watch her happiness, loving the quirks of his wife.