Barry Allen Imagines

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(I'm so sorry for not updating, school has just started and I'm still editing this book. Please bear with me. Also shoutout to TacoBellPhan)

You opened the door and placed your bag on the table. You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. You weren't expecting Barry to come home for another hour or two, so being the bored person you were, you started to make dinner. You chopped the veggies and stuck them into them in the oven.

You walked into the living room and almost had a heart attack. Barry was sitting there, with your son in his arms asleep. You smiled at the sight and carefully took your son out of Barry's arms. You took him to the kitchen and started to make a bottle for him. Once everything had been finished and you burped him you put him to bed.

You walked back to the kitchen and started to cook the meat. You smiled as you heard Barry's footsteps become slightly louder. "Evening love." Sleep still laced in his voice. You turned around and placed a kiss on his lips. "Evening love." You teased. "Is he asleep?" Barry asked referring to your son. "Yes, he is." He smiled at you. Then as you turned back around he picked you up and twirled you around. You laughed loudly as he placed you back on the ground. "Ssh, you will wake him up." He scolded teasingly.

(This is just shit)