Barry Allen had been called many names, Dumb***, the Flash, the Scarlet Speedster, but he'd never expected to be called 'dad'.
He came into his house where his wife was sitting at the table, about eight and a half months pregnant. "Hi Barry." Emma, his wife said. "How was work?"
"Oh, it was great, I got promoted to Head Accountant, it comes with a pay raise, so we've got more money to support our little baby boy." Barry said. He kissed Emma's stomach.
"Actually, honey, I've got news." Barry looked up. "The baby's actually a girl."
"Really? Well that's great, I'm fine with that. Good thing we didn't tell people we thought it was a boy. Oh this is great, we can go out and get her girl stuff."
"Umm, Barry?"
"We could get her that pink crib you wanted."
"Barry?"
"We could give her my sister's old movies."
"MY WATER JUST BROKE!"
"Oh my god, we've gotta get you to the hospital."