(A/N) Bettername2come over on Tumblr prompted me with "open your eyes" + westallen, because obviously or "under the influence" + killervibe
Here's what I came up with. :)
"No!"
The squeal almost shattered Barry's eardrums, and he jumped backward out of the bathroom doorway. He nearly lost a toe when the door slammed shut. "What?" he said, baffled. "Iris, what is it? Are you okay?"
"Yes," she said in a very high pitched voice.
"You don't sound okay."
"I know."
"Iris, can I please come in?"
"You have to close your eyes."
"What?"
"You can come in but you have to close your eyes."
He reached out, twisted the knob, and shut his eyes as he gently pushed it open and took two steps inside.
"Okay," she said, and he stopped, eyes still firmly screwed shut. "Now, you need to promise not to freak out."
"I won't freak out."
"Promise."
"Promise!"
"Okay. Open your eyes."
He blinked a few times, looked down into her face. She looked fine. She looked beautiful. She looked like his Iris.
She bit her lip and lifted up her hands. He looked down at what she held.
"Holy shit!"
"You said you wouldn't freak out!" she wailed.
"I forgot that when people say that, what they really mean is, you're totally gonna freak out!" he wailed back. He took another look at the box she clutched to her chest.
It was a pregnancy test.
Unopened.
"Why do you have that?"
She rolled her eyes. "I'm planning to build shelves out of it, what do you think, Barry? I'm late!"
"How late?"
"Three days, maybe?"
"Is that super-late?"
"Not really, but - " She took a shaky breath. "I just have this feeling, okay?"
He sat down on the edge of the bathtub. His legs, the same ones that carried him around at the speed of sound, suddenly couldn't hold him up anymore. "This feeling. Like, you feel pregnant?"
"I don't know, I've never been pregnant. I don't know how it feels. I just - " She sat down on the toilet.
They both stared at the box.
Thoughts tumbled through Barry's head, faster than he could catch them. One kept swirling through, over and over again - "Iris?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to be pregnant?"
"It would be a terrible time," she said, as if trying to convince herself. "I mean, we're getting married in four months, and I just got that steady column, and there's this new supervillain, and - "
"But - "
She nodded slowly. "I - I do. Yeah."
He let out his breath. "Me, too," he said. "I mean, I know we haven't talked about it or anything - but, oh my god. Iris. I want be the father of your children."
She pressed her fingers to her lips, but the smile beamed out around it. He smiled back, feeling his eyes blur with tears.
She bit her lip, blinking hard, and looked down at the box. "What if it's negative?"
He couldn't help it. He grinned. "Then we try again."
She grabbed a hand towel off the rack and threw it at him. He ducked it, laughing, and reached out to squeeze her knee. "Come on. Iris. Open it up. Take the test. Let's find out."
She pressed her hand to her face, gasping a little, then looked down at the box again. "Okay," she said. "Okay." And she tore it open.