Nora Allen came into the pub crying after having a fight with her husband while they were on vacation in Paris, France. She ordered a drink to calm her nerves, when she reached her third drink and slowly becoming tipsy a man with beautiful green eyes came up to her, "Hello love," he smiled wrapping an arm around her waist to rub her leg and his hand slowly traveling up her thigh.

She glanced at his hand on her leg it sent shivers down her spine and it made her head go crazy with emotions this was wrong but it felt so right. She slowly looked at his much toned, muscular chest she could see the outline of his abs through his black shirt, Nora suddenly felt very hot in the face. She looked him into his almond shaped green eyes and smiled at him. "Hello…Mr..." she paused, "What is your name?"

Patrick Smythe."

"Smythe as in Smythe Industries?"

"Yes my grandfather, Sebastian Smythe created it and it has been in the family for generations. I plan to pass it down to my son when he is ready and name him after my grandfather."

She smiled, "That's very kind of you."

"Glad you think so...now I didn't catch your name."

"My name is Nora Allen."

He leaned in closer, "What is a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone, Ms. Allen"

"Actually…" she was going to correct him by saying she was married but what was the harm in allowing a man to buy her a drink and flirt as long as it didn't lead to anything else.

Little did Nora know that it would lead to something more. The two got so drunk, Nora very drunk, ended up getting a taxi to Patrick's penthouse and spent the entire night together.

The next morning Nora woke with a pounding headache, "How much did I drink last night," she groaned seeing the light shining through the windows.

"Enough for me to get you to come home with me."

Nora jumped up pulling the sheet with her as Patrick came out of the bathroom drinking a glass of water and was not wearing a thing. "Who are you?"

He laughed, "You really were drunk."

"Answer me!" she snapped trying to ignore the blasting head ache.

"Patrick Smythe, the guy you had sex with last night."

Her eyes went wide, "Where's my husband?!"

"Husband?!"

"Yes my husband. Henry Bartholomew Allen."

"Get out!" he yelled tossing her clothes and storming out of the bedroom he refused to get caught being with a married woman.

Nora started crying once she left the penthouse and got a taxi to her hotel, she had lost her room key sometime last night, "I need a new room key," she told the front desk.

"Here you go Mrs. Allen, have a wonderful day."

She nodded and left for her room without a word. She rode the elevator alone and entered the hotel room to be attacked in hugs and kisses by Henry. "Are you alright my love? Where have you been? I called you but discovered you left your phone here. I am so sorry about the fight last night I will do anything to make it up to you."

She sniffled, "Two things."

"Alright what are they?"

"I was stupid and drunk..."

"If you cheated I don't care because as you said you were drunk and I wasn't being a good husband to you."

She sighed happily to know he wasn't mad," Can we go home?"

"Early?"

She nodded, "Please I'm not feeling Paris as a good idea anymore."

"Alright," he said and that is just what they did. Packed their bags and got the next flight back to Central City, Ohio.

A month passed and Nora Allen began to feel ill and was constantly throwing up. Her mother, who was currently in the hospital fighting phenomena, told her to go see a doctor and so she did. The doctor ran some tests and discovered Nora was pregnant and with twins. Nora then knew that they belonged to Patrick Smythe, she told Henry and even though he was furious he didn't show it. He made a comment saying, "This is God's way of giving us a child." The couple had tried for almost two years and discovered that Henry's sperm cell count was too low to produce a child. They considered adoption but due to an accident they were being blessed with two beautiful babies.

Nora figured she had to tell Patrick, she drove to Columbus with Henry in tow to Smythe Industries and had made a fake appointment to meet with Patrick. It took four months to actually have the point and by then they knew the sex and had chosen one name Bartholomew Allen also know as Barry Allen and the other Alexander Allen.

The three sat in Patrick's office, "Why are you here?!" Patrick snapped.

"Don't speak to my wife like that!" Henry snapped back.

"And you must be the husband."

"I am."

He wrinkled his nose, "And what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you two here."

"I'm pregnant."

"I can see that," he snickered.

"They are yours though."

This made his eyes pop out of their sockets, "Mine?"

"Yes, yours. They are both boys."

"Boys? As in boys?"

She rolled her eyes, "Yes, boys. Baby A is named Bartholomew but we will call him Barry and Baby B is named Alexander."

"I want them."

"Excuse me?! I did not come here to offer you one or any."

"I will pay you for one then."

"They aren't for sale," Henry snapped.

"You don't have room to speak they are not your children."

"They are more mine than yours."

Nora sighed turning to Henry, "It isn't like we can care for two."

"You aren't actually considering this are you?"

"Let the lady speak Mr. Allen," Patrick smirked.

Nora looked at Patrick, "I want a contract saying you will give me monthly updates his entire life and you will pay child support for Barry."

"I can do that and I am changing the name Alexander to Sebastian."

She nodded.

A month later they had a contract filled out and on January 5th Nora had the twins. Three days after the birth Barry went home with Nora and Henry, they told everyone that Sebastian had died in the womb due to Barry taking so much nutrients from him. Patrick took home Sebastian, his full name becoming Sebastian Alexander Allen Smythe. The three agreed never to see each other again especially since the boys were identical twins.

Little did they know that in the year 2016 the two boys would meet…