The patter of feet is what most parents hear when they wake up, but not me. All I heard was a woosh and then two very hyper children landed on our bed, giggling the entire time. "Mummy! Wake up! It's Halloween!!!" The little boy said tugging at my arm as the little girl went over to her father instead.
"Daddy, can you help us make fun pancakes?" The little girl said with a puppy dog look.
"They're your children," I told Barry as I looked at him crossly.
Barry grinned sheepishly, "speedsters for Halloween costumes?"
"Too close to the truth," I yawned as I sat up and looked at my two children who were smiling widely at us.
"We can't dress up as Wally and Jesse?" They asked together, tilting their heads in an adorable fashion.
"What? Why not your daddy?" Barry asked in surprise.
"Daddy's boring, Jesse and Wally match!" The little girl shouted.
"Why you!" Barry said smiling as he went to grab her, but she ran away, at high speed.
"Your kids," I told Barry again as the little boy giggled before following his sister.
"They have your hair and personality," Barry retorted.
I rolled my eyes, "combined with your super speed and habit of running into trouble."
"We did a great job," Barry said kissing me.
We both jumped when we heard a crash, followed by happy screams, "your turn." I told Barry as I got up and grabbed my robe and put it on over my once again swollen stomach. "Let's just hope this one decides to inherit my powers and not yours."
The alarm blared in my ear as Bach woke me up with his Toccata and Fugue in D minor, Barry jumped up and then fell out of bed as I began to laugh. "Why did you have to pick such a loud song for your alarm clock?" Barry groaned out.
"I felt like listening to something dramatic this morning," I said simply.
"Sleep well?" Barry asked kissing me.
I nodded, "had a weird dream."
"About what?" Barry asked curiously.
"What these two will be like," I said touching my swollen belly.
"Hopefully, we can meet them soon," Barry said.
"That would be nice, I feel like a beached whale," I said.
"Well, you are due in two weeks," Barry pointed out.
"Two weeks can't come fast enough," I joked.
~*~
"And this is my assistant's wife," Cisco said as he came with a rather intimidating looking man behind me.
"Excuse me?" I asked confused as I glanced up.
"You have a pregnant woman working for you?" The man demanded.
"I don't work for him-"
"She doesn't work for me-"
We both said at the same time, I glared at Cisco who just shrugged helplessly at me. "Nice to meet you," I told the man as I stood up and shook his hand. "Ginger Allen, the woman who owns this building, yet has her husband work under a technological genius."
"Breacher," the man replied as he shook my hand gently.
"He's Gypsy's father," Cisco explained when I raised my eyebrow at him.
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Short on Time
FanfictionBarry Allen was struck by lightning, then woke up nine months later. As he started his work as The Flash, he saved a certain red-haired young women. This is her story. This is a Flash fanfiction, all rights go to those who made it.