What Brings Us Together (A Ralph Dibny/ The Flash Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Forty-Four: Flat Stanley

 I hummed quietly to myself as I pushed the bacon around the pan.

The past few weeks had been incredible. I mean, obviously not on the Barry Allen front, because we were all focused on getting him out of prison, but what it came to my relationship, Ralph and I were fantastic. He's always at my apartment now, and hardly ever goes home, which is completely fine with me.

"What is that smell? Or more importantly, are you wearing my shirt?" Ralph's voice asked as his arms wrapped around my waist. He wasn't wrong. I was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans with it of course, and had my short hair pulled up into a ponytail. 

"Ew...we just fulfilled the hug-from-behind while cooking in your dress shirt cliche." I whined, smiling at the stove.

"What's wrong with cliches? I happen to like cliches, especially when they're smoking hot, wearing my clothes, and making breakfast." He said, pressing his mouth to the side of my neck. I laughed, shaking my head.

"You're an idiot." 

"You're the one dating me. Some would say that makes you an idiot." I put the bacon on a plate with eggs and turned around, handing it to him.

"Then we're both idiots." He smiled, taking the plate from me.

"Thanks." He wrapped his free arm around me, leaning down and kissing me. "But seriously, what's the deal? The humming, the breakfast, what's going on?" I shrugged. "Laura..."

"Nothing is going on! I'm just...happy." He laughed. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm actually going to throw up."

"Shut up!"

"That was so sickly cliche, why am I even dating you? I deserve so much better."

"Seriously, shut up Ralph Dibny."

"Seriously, I saw this girl at Jitters the other day, she'd never say something as cheesy and sappy as-" I grabbed a strip of bacon and shoved it in his mouth so he'd stop talking. He took it out, taking a bite. "Shutting me up with bacon. A woman after my own heart." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Eat. We're supposed to be at STAR Labs in a half-hour."

"Will do...Sunshine." I shot him a look. "What? Not a fan? I've got loads more. Baby-cakes. Sweetie pie. Love muffin."

"Please, for the love of all that is good in this world, tell me that you did not just call me Love Muffin." I begged.

"Love Muffin it is." I made a gagging noise, grabbing my plate and sitting down at the table with him. He laughed. "You know, despite that..." I gestured at him with my fork, "I've really loved having you here all of the time." He looked up at me skeptically.

"Why do I feel like there's a but coming?"

"There isn't," I assured him, putting my hand over his on the table. "I just...I've been doing some thinking." He pulled his hand away and sat back.

"Uh oh."

"Dibny, would you relax?! It's not bad."

"It isn't? Because in my experience, whenever a woman starts a sentence with 'I've been thinking' it ends up very badly."

"Gosh, would you shut up? Let me finish." He held up his hands, going back to his food. "I was thinking that maybe...if you wanted...you could move in with me." He paused mid chew, a bit of egg on the side of his mouth. "Or...not, you know, whichever works."

"Sorry, sorry, it's just, nobody has ever wanted to spend more time with me. Usually they're telling me to get out of their house, not to move into it." I shrugged.