#siflash

You walked into the lab with a certain glow and made your way towards your office. The events of last night still seemed surreal and you couldn’t help to notice the emptiness of not wearing the ring that Harry had placed on it the night before. 

The rest of Team Flash knew that you and Harry had been seeing each other, but due to the fact that Harry Wells preferred keeping his private life, well private, they didn’t know many details. At first, it seemed a little strange to have to hide your happiest moments from your closest friends, but it didn’t take long to enjoy the fact that you and Harry had something special. You two had moments that were only shared with each other, and it made certain aspects feel even  more special. 

Which brought you where you were today, newly engaged to Harry Wells, the love your life, and you couldn’t help but think how ridiculously lucky you were to be in your shoes. A knock at the door grabbed your attention and speak of the devil, there he was.

“Good Morning,” Harry said with his raspy morning voice. Even though you spent the night with each other, you were happy to see him walking towards you. “I made you some coffee.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you,” you smiled and placed a kiss on his lips. 

Harry took a step back and reached into his pocket. “You forgot this.” Harry held your ring between his fingers and handed it towards you. 

“I know I did, I thought we decided to keep this between us for a little bit.” 

“I know we did,” Harry lovingly grabbed your hand and slid the ring back on your finger. “But this is where it belongs.”

“They’re going to know,” you blushed looking at your fiancee. Oh that word, fiancee. You were never going to get used to that.

“Let ‘em know, let the whole world know.” 

You walked out of your office, your left hand feeling heavier as you greeted the team.

“(Y/N), is that-” Iris smiled. 

“Yes it is.”

“It’s called pre-eclampsia,” Barry stared at floor feeling like every word was weighing him down. “It’s pretty common, but the doctor said it’s caused by stress and other health problems.”

“But is she going to be okay?” Joe looked down at the man he loved as a son, sympathetically feeling the same pain. 

“Yeah, she’s going to be okay as long she gets her rest-” Barry felt the tears welling in his eyes. “I’m just so used to saving people and this is something I can’t fix.” 

Barry knew that this wasn’t just you that he was trying to save, it was his unborn child, the one person he’d never met but already loved with every atom of his being. 

“She’s going to be okay,” Joe said confidently as he placed his on Barry’s shoulder. “They’re both going to be okay.” 

“Clingy? I am not clingy.” Barry said defensively.  

“Trust me, he definitely is not clingy.” You agreed with your boyfriend. I mean sure, you guys spent everyday together, but that’s what people do when they’re in love. 

“Oh really? You two are practically joined at the hip.” Harry said sipping his coffee.

“Yeah, and don’t forget they have that weird little secret language,” Cisco added. 

“Last week I caught them texting each other,” Caitlin pointed at the both of you. “They were in the same room.”

“Thubey're jubust jubealubous,(they’re just jealous)” Barry laughed as he looked at you. 

“Ubi'd rubathuber bube clubinguby, thuban luboneluby. (i’d rather be clingly, than lonely.)” You said continuing your ‘secret language’ and hugged him tightly. 

“Oh, look more PDA,” Harry rolled his eyes. “That’s it, I’m out of here. I have more important things to tend to anyway.”

“Yubou'll nubevuber bube luboneluby. Ubi lubove yubou. (you’ll never be lonely. i love you.)“ Barry said looking down at you. 

“Ubi lubove yubou tuboo. (i love you too.)“ You placed a kiss on his lips. 

Okay, okay, maybe you two spend more time at each other’s apartments than your own, and maybe you two text each other (even if you’re in the same room), and maybe you’re both nerds that speak in ubbi dubbi to each other. But, you two were the happiest people in the world when you were with each other, and nothing would ever change that. 

Thube Ubend.(The End.)

“Hey there, Allen,” Singh said as he walked up to the speedster. “How’s the baby?”

“He’s just fine, he’s home with his mommy-” he coughed catching his baby voice slip. “He’s home with (Y/N).”

“My boy was a handful, let me tell you.” He laughed remembering all the moments of taking care of a newborn. “Here’s some advice for you, when you change his diaper, stand a little to the side.” 

In that moment, Barry knew exactly what Singh was going to say. Why should he stand a little to the side? Your husband would never tell you this, but after being woken up at 3 in the morning, he was exhausted. He removed the dirty diaper and saw his baby boy smiling up at him. 

“Hi, little guy! Are you happy to see your daddy?” Barry cooed as he tickled his sons belly. Your baby laughed and without warning a small stream sprayed at Barry’s bare chest. “Oh, come on!” He huffed. “Seriously, you peed on me?” He knew he could never tell you what happened, he was a speedster for christsake. He could hear it already, ‘you should’ve just sped away, how did you not see that coming, etc.’

“Stand to the side, because when those babies are just like puppies. They get so excited they just pee out of nowhere.”

“That’s great advice, I’ll follow it.” Barry said putting his sunglasses back on. If only he’d heard it 24 hours earlier.

“You spend so much time fighting villains to save your city, but you don’t realize that you’re not fighting for what is right in front of you.” You looked at Barry feeling lost. The fire your relationship once had seemed to be burning out and it broke your heart to know that he could let it go so easily. 

“I am fighting for you, (Y/N), I fight for you everyday,” Barry’s voice began to rise. “I do everything I can to keep you and everyone I love safe and it’s a full time job on top of the other full time job I already have. I have TWO full time jobs and lately every time we’re together, it feels so heavy and you’re starting to feel like the third job.” Barry immediately knew what he said was a step too far, but he couldn’t take it back. 

You soaked in the words that Barry had just yelled. Sure, you two had your problems, but who doesn’t? You were a couple, you both did everything together, and when the stress of the last few weeks began to weigh on the both of you, it came to head. Which placed you in the situation you were in now. 

It broke your heart to know that Barry felt like your relationship was becoming tough work. You refused to let him see the effect his words had on you.

“Maybe you should you that speed of yours and get out,” you said coldly. 

“(Y/N)-” Barry pleaded.

“Just go, Barry.” You waited to hear the door close before you dropped to your knees and finally let your tears flow freely. 

You both knew something needed to change, but in this moment space between you was the best decision. 

“Wow, isn't that just beautiful,” Barry huffed as he looked at the newborn behind him.

“Yeah, you're right. I should ask her where she got her shoes!” You joked. You knew damn well what Barry was hinting at, but playing dumb was easier than just avoiding the conversation all together.

“Really, (Y/N)? Come on, you want one just as much as I do.” You and Barry had talked about having a baby a few times before, but you never had agreed on a final decision.

“You know I do, Bar, there's just so much that we don't know.” So far, there wasn't exactly medical knowledge in meta-human children. Was your baby going to be a speedster? Was your baby going to have a different power? Would you have some weird speed baby that grew in a matter of weeks? You'd seen twilight before, you knew how that pregnancy would turn out.

“Trust me, I know what you're thinking. But, we'll never know if we don't try,” he smiled and held your hand.

“Okay.” You held his hand tighter.

“Okay? Is that an 'okay we're going to try' okay?”

You confirmed with a nod. Barry no doubt was going to be the most amazing father and even if you had a meta-human baby you'd still love them no matter what. At least, you had a team on hand to help you along the way. The decision was made, you and Barry were going to have a baby.

“Barry, are you okay?” Caitlin asked after seeing Barry walk into the lab with a sullen look on his face. 

“Yeah, Cait, I’m fine. Thanks.” He continued looking down at the floor, the view he just saw replaying in his head relentlessly.

“I am a woman, after all. We have a sixth sense about these things.” 

“She’s with someone else.” Barry could barely mutter the words before his eyes went misty. 

Only a few seconds ago, Barry had started his day as well as he could. He sped into the coffee shop, and even moving at the speed of light, the sight of you smiling across the table at a man who wasn’t him moved in the slowest of motion. Your cheeks were blushed and he recognized the look you had in your eye. He used to see it all the time, when he used to make you happy. 

He was furious with himself, for allowing you to look at someone else that way instead of him. He didn’t fight to keep you like he should have and now he was paying the consequences. 

“Oh, i’m so sorry, Barry.” She said giving him a sympathetic frown. He could immediately see in her face that this wasn’t exactly news to her. Barry huffed as he looked towards the ceiling. 

“Why am i the last to know everything?” He sped out leaving any loose papers to float through out the room, not even giving her time to respond. He wasn’t sure where he was going, but all he knew is that it was where you were. He was going to try and fix his, no matter what it took.

A/N: Y’all.. if you don’t like fluffy, keep scrolling. If you do, then read the shit out of this. 

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader

Summary: Reader is stressed about her upcoming wedding with Harry and hopes that everything goes on without a hitch. 

Word Count: 986

For the last week, you couldn't shake the feeling that something would go wrong. The hairs on your body stood on end like the impending doom of a lightning strike. Something was wrong, yet you couldn't place it. You sat at the bar in your apartment looking through the binder that sat in front of you. Seating charts, RSVP confirmations, flower arrangements, somehow you'd managed to compile your entire wedding into a two inch binder. Here it was, right before you, yet something felt like it was missing. You startled when you felt two strong hands start to massage your shoulders.

“Stop worrying,” Harry whispered in your ear. He'd watched you flip through that same binder at least a thousand times.  

“Harry, that's like asking a bird not to fly,” you huffed as you welcomed the firm pressure beginning to unravel the stress caused knots in your shoulders.  The last wedding you went to didn't exactly go as planned, and you didn't have enough food to cover any meta-humans willing to crash the wedding.

“(Y/N), my beautiful bride to be, you have crossed every 'T' and dotted every single 'I' imaginable. This wedding is going to go just as planned.” Harry was certain that he wasn't giving you false hope. To be completely he never thought that he'd never find himself in this position again. When his first wife died, he swore that he'd never love another, let alone marry someone else. Yet here he was, standing behind the woman that unexpectedly stole his heart. Before he'd met you, he never would've cared about anything but his work, but now, he knew that he'd do everything in his power to ensure that you both would have the most wonderful day possible, no matter what. Even if that meant that he'd call in a few favors.

You turned around in your seat to face your bright-blue-eyed fiancee. “Harry, I just'-”

“I know what you're going to say,” Harry stopped you. “That is not going to happen.  What happened with Barry and Iris was unfortunate, but now we know how to prepare for such an occasion.” You opened your mouth to speak again but he stopped you. “(Y/N), everything is going to be fine, now, don't you have an errand to run?”You brilliant fiancee was right, today was the day you picked up your dress. It was supposed to be a happy occasion, and it was. You kissed Harry good-bye and thanked him for always knowing how to cheer you up. What would you do without him?

You walked out of the bridal holding the large garment bag that shielded the world from seeing the beautiful white dress you'd be wearing in a few weeks time. You held it up, careful not to let it touch the ground and made your way back towards your apartment. After only a few steps an alarm sounded from your phone. It was the alarm that all of Team Flash had that alerted you when trouble was unfolding. You looked at your dress and back at your phone. 'You've got to be kidding me,' you said to yourself. Without a doubt, the team came first, so made sure you had a good grip on your dress and raced to S.T.A.R. Labs.

You flew through the doors and down the hallway to make your way towards the cortex. You could hear the rest of the team conversing as you got closer. When you made it to the door way, you turned and what you saw legitimately made your jaw drop. The ceiling of the cortex was covered in white lights, there were flowers scattered throughout, but most importantly, you saw Harry dressed in his suit. You looked around wide-eyed and stunned that how he made this all possible.

“Harry, what is this?” You asked as you continued to take in the beautiful transformation of the usually dull cortex.

“This, (Y/N),” he said as he reached for you hand, “is our wedding.” He kissed your hand and looked up at you.

“Our wedding isn't for another 3 weeks, Harry.” You laughed as you looked to see the team dressed up just a beautifully as the decorations that surrounded you.

“I know you've been stressing lately about all the details of the wedding and the safety of everyone, so what better place to have a safe wedding than here?” You looked at Harry with misty eyes knowing in that moment you loved him more than you ever had before.

“Ahem,” Iris interrupted as she walked towards you. “I can't help but notice that you're slightly undressed for your own wedding.” She took the garment bag from you hands and began walking out of the cortex.

“Wait, so there's no meta-human emergency?” You laughed still trying to absorb everything in front of you.

“No, my darling, everything is perfectly fine. Everything except the fact that you aren't my wife yet.” Harry was always impatient and here it was peeking through even on his wedding day.

“Harrison Wells, you sneak.” You lent forward to kiss Harry and Cisco interrupted.

“Uh, girl, NO! That's not until after the  'I Do's', you've already seen each other before the wedding, we don't need to add any more bad juju.”

“He's right, go put that dress on,” Harry said as he nodded his head towards Caitlin and Iris, who were waiting to turn you into the most beautiful bride anyone had seen.

“Harrison Wells, I love you.” You said as you made your way out of the cortex.

“I love you more,” he returned.  “Now, go get ready.”

You laughed and skipped towards the girls waiting for you in the doorway. Any worry or stress you had before had melted away. You were about to get married. You were about to become Mrs. Harrison Wells.