Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 41

A/N: Alright folks, this is the second to last chapter of this story... It's a long one. Please enjoy!

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Days turned into weeks, and the weeks added up to months. Each month that passed, your baby bump grew. Life progressed as normal, too. Or, at least as normal as life could get when you were married to a criminal in the government's eye.

Metacine shipments continue to fly out of the Labs, and business keeps flourishing. Needless to say, this worries you, regardless of Harry promising to leave this all behind. But there still hadn't been any sign of Darhk, Merlyn, or any other nefarious masterminds popping up on the scene. What if the proverbial shoe never did drop? You didn't necessarily give Harry an end date to leave the illegal medicinal treatment business or whatever the hell it's called.

Could you even bring it up again?

You sigh as you rub your swollen belly in thought, a habit you had formed in the fifth month of your pregnancy. Currently, you're at S.T.A.R. Labs on your lunch break from the flower shop, kicking it in the Cortex while Cisco and Caitlin pack up the latest shipment. Their chatter and comical banter hadn't really registered to your ears due to your wandering thoughts. It wasn't until the metal container in Cisco's care had been noisily yet carefully secured with the proper latches that you broke out of your thoughts.

"So where's this one headed?" you ask after a bite of your sandwich, then rest it back on your protruding stomach as a makeshift table. "Is this for the Mercury Labs deal?"

"Yup," Cisco confirms, "two hundred vials of grade-A metacine, courtesy of Team... who are we anyway? Team S.T.A.R. Labs? Team Wells? You know," the dark-haired meta quirks an eyebrow, swivelling in his chair to turn towards you, "we've never actually decided on a name."

"Let's table that for now," you suggest, and take another bite of your sandwich.

"Table what?"

Harry strides into the Cortex, dressed in one of the new suits you bought him. He always looks like perfection, no matter what.

You married well.

"Oh, nothing," you reply, "how are you, honey?"

"I'm wonderful," your husband grins, "especially now that you're here." Harry kisses your cheek, then places a gentle hand on your stomach. "Now that you're both here."

"Almost done with the shipment boss," Caitlin announces.

"Great. The buyers will be here for a pickup in a few hours, so everything needs to be in order. I have an image to uphold with McGee, you know."

"Yeah, Boss. We know." The two chime in together.

By the time you've finished leisurely eating your sandwich, you brush some of the stray bread crumbs off of your clothes and stand up steadily. But just as you're about to leave, you spot something on the security monitor.

"Hey, guys? The pickup isn't for another few hours, right?"

"Yeah, why?" Cisco asks you.

"Because someone has let in a ton of Mercury Labs cargo trucks? I didn't think they were getting that many packs of metacine?"

Caitlin rushes over to look at the screen herself. Her face pales.

"They're not supposed to," she clarifies. "Something's not right."

A lone body walks out from behind the trucks.

"Ding dong!" Damien Dahrk calls from out on the Labs property over the security feed, slowly moving closer. Your body locks up at that damned man's voice, the blood in your veins turn ice-cold as the cogs in your mind stop working. "Anybody home?" Damien let out the question in sing-song kind of way that made your insides curl. It felt as if the fetus growing inside of you held the same amount of fear. "I've come to play. After all, the game isn't over."