"Oh, would you look at that. My beautiful boy is finally getting married."

A fulfilled, blissful smile made its way to enlighten his features, with it a promise of permanence that he knew would magnify the crinkles at the corner of his eyes but surprisingly he didn't find it disturbing as he usually did before. He was always worried they'd be those ugly physical markers when he reached that ripe age where people would call him old. Thus, her vindicated accusation of him having an 80-year old soul trapped in his body.

He would just laugh with her whenever she would tease him about it, never once did he argue for he knew, she was right. But sometimes, he'd pretend to be offended just so he could have the privilege of being on the receiving end of her half-hearted pampering. But nonetheless, he knew he never had felt the need to demand for her affections because it's always been overflowing, enveloping his entire being with warmth all over.

He would've gladly mused about every thing he adores about her if it's not for the opening of the door, signaling that it's finally time for that long-awaited moment of his life to come through.

He took a deep breath, his nerves in tangled knots as he waited patiently for her. The music starts and he couldn't help the tears taunting to spill from his very eyes. He knew she would tease him all about it later but seriously - who could even judge him when she walks down the aisle, looking like a divinity sent from the high heavens just for him?

His hand went to subconsciously caress that specific finger where her name was beautifully etched, reminding him that she's always been destined to be his even before this day.

When she finally, finally, got within arm's reach, he didn't hesitate to take her hand in his, only to disappear as he was yet woken up from his slumber.

It was only just a dream.

"Ugh, not again." He whined, his face contorting into a frown upon realizing that he's only dreaming. Again.

Groaning as looked accusingly at the blaring alarm clock, he hunched over to turn it off, tapping it more forcefully than he would've had any other day.

He buried his head under the pillow in frustration, sighing as he touched his ring finger longingly. He wondered if he'll ever have what his parents found in each other - the bond, the passion and the undying love that holds them together. They were one of the many lucky people who had been able to find their match, fell in love and stood by each other with a promise of forever.

As he grew older, his understanding of finding the one destined for you has flourished as well and he holds onto that hope that he'll find his soulmate as his parents did - the one whom he can rightfully call as his.

But as the years go by, so does his hope of finding the one for him.

"When will I meet you, love? Or...will I ever get the chance to meet you?" He pursed his lips, eyeing his left ring finger where he knew her name would appear once they got to know each other.

Gathering all his might to get out of bed, he took a quick shower, went through his morning routine before finishing up the last few things he needed to pack up. He was due for a flight later in the afternoon, having been called the last minute to take over a case he hasn't gone over yet.

When he decided that everything's where he wanted it to be, he headed downstairs, forcing a smile to come up as he was greeted by his parents.

"Morning, slugger." Henry lowered the newspaper he's been reading, taking a sip of his coffee as he sat comfortably on the couch in the living room.

"Hey, dad." He greeted back, making his way to the kitchen where his mom is waiting with breakfast.

"My beautiful boy." She stood up and gave him a quick hug, the look on his face is something his mom could read very well. "How'd you sleep?"

Barry shrugged, "Good."

Nora held his shoulders gently, "Same dream again?"

He let out a heavy sigh, knowing there's no point in hiding anything from his mom. "You could say that."

"Oh, Barry. Remember what I always tell you?"

Those words alone were enough to put a genuine smile on his face. Although he grew up witnessing the wonders of finding your life partner and the happiness it brings to one's life, his parents always made sure to let him know that it wasn't always rainbows and butterflies, sometimes you've got to weather the storm to achieve true happiness.

Their love story was his favorite bedtime story of all time, never getting tired of hearing it every night. And now that he'd reached an age of understanding what love truly meant, he couldn't help but imagine himself telling his future kids of what his own story turned out to be, hoping it'll be as beautiful as his parents had.

Truth be told, he'd already made an outline of it in his mind, every detail tucked away in his heart. He'd start by telling them that he was seven when he first learned what soulmates are and all the wonderful things about it.

He'd tell them how, even at a very young age, did he first felt the need to look for her - that overwhelming feeling of knowing that there's someone out there, made just for you, all excited and zealous to be with you as you are with them.

Then, he'd tell them that he was eleven when he first felt the burning sensation on his left ring finger where, as his parents informed him about, the name of your soulmate would appear at the first touch, glow at the first kiss then be permanently etched on your skin when the soulmate bond has been established.

He remembered how he was so excited to go to the newly opened science museum back then, not even having a clue that it'll be the first interaction they'll ever had. He didn't know how or when it actually happened but then, there's this warmth coming from his finger, letters of a name displaying but were also fleeting as fast as he could blink.

"Mom!" He had exclaimed, running towards his mother with his hand held high as he filled his parents presence with words after words of wonder and awe.

"Mom! I've seen it! I've seen her name, my soulmate's name!" He had said, jumping up and down as he could not contain his excitement.

"I think there was an a on it!" He had beamed, ever so sure until he wasn't. "Or...was it a d? Uhm, I wasn't so sure anymore. It was very fast but I'm sure I saw it."

The worried look on his face was eventually turned into a hopeful smile when his mom just hugged him, whispering words of encouragement to never give up and the display of confidence she has that he'll find her when the right time comes never failed to lift up his spirit.

Going back to the present, he hugged his mom whispering a 'thank you' for the renewed hope he knew he'd always find in her.

"I'm sure you'll find her very soon." Nora said, smiling genuinely to her son. "And who knows, maybe she's just right around the corner."

"I do hope, mom."

And she wasn't wrong.

Arriving at Coast City, he headed straight to the hotel he was told to stay in. He hasn't been briefed thoroughly about the case he was going to handle so he was a little surprised when the cab driver drop him off to a very well crowded beach.

It was just the beginning of summer, meaning, people would most likely spend their time enjoying the beach. Truth be told, he found the place very relaxing - a perfect place to spend his vacation if only he wasn't here because his job.

It didn't take him long to find the hotel he's going to stay at, as it was one of the most popular one in the place. He took a mental note of taking back his first assessment of their department's planning skills, rather the lack of it, when it comes to organizing out of town accommodations when he learned that he'll be staying at an exclusive penthouse suite.

Feeling like his stay here was not going to be so bad after all, he excitedly went to the top floor, eyes widening at the exuberant sight he came face to face to.

The beach, together with the seemingly unending shoreline, flaunted its marvelous view from the floor to ceiling window of the suite. The whole room was architectured to have an open space design, the furniture touched with a modern homey look. And Barry took a mental note that it would be very pleasing to have a vacation house near the beach. Maybe not as grand as this one but something that would remind him of home would be very much appreciated.

Putting his luggage at the master's bedroom, he immediately went to the bathroom to grant himself a well-deserved bath. The 4-hour flight had taken a toll on him and what better way to relax than to take advantage of the enormous bathtub in a very sophisticated bathroom just waiting for him to lose himself into.

He didn't mind the time he spent just laying down on the tub and if it wasn't for the wrinkles forming on his skin from soaking in the water for too long, he finally decided to rinse in the shower.

He was in the middle of humming a tune when he thought he heard something. But after a few minutes of complete silence, he went back to scrubbing, along with belting out a Lady Gaga song.

And if it wasn't for the opening of the door, he wouldn't have known that he wasn't alone all this time.

His first instinct was to scream, ready himself to defend in case the intruder was indeed a robber or a cold-blooded murderer. He'd been a CSI for a long time anyways, so felt his speculations could be justified even when he's being a little over the top.

But what he saw was the complete opposite of what he had in mind. Well, maybe except for the intention to hurt because she was looking so ready to throw something at him. And mind you, he would've easily determine the object she's holding and the possible scenarios of it becoming a murder weapon (CSI thinking, he couldn't help it), of it wasn't for the way she had him captivated.

She has those eyes, enormous expressive doe eyes in an alluring shade of hazelnut, just enough to reach deep within his soul for an eternity. Those wavy caramel-colored locks just looked so soft and silky, making his fingers twitch in anticipation of what they might feel like when caressed. And don't get him started with the face, because there will be no words that could do justice at how breathtaking she looked.

He didn't know how long they were staring at each other but he didn't mind. That is, until her eyes went traveling south, making his skin burn as if she was touching him just by looking. He doesn't usually feel so entitled to show off his well sculpted body but by the way she was ogling him (again, just an assumption from his CSI observation skills), he couldn't help but smirk at her reaction until her eyes start widening for a very different reason and he was afraid he knows why.

"Ahhh! Oh, my goodness!" She screamed, one hand coming up to cover her eyes as the other stayed firm, holding what he could distinguish now as a candle holder.

He immediately looked for something to cover himself up with, only to mentally smack himself for he had foolishly left his towel on the chair facing the vanity mirror.

And the vanity mirror just happens to be behind her.

"Don't you dare step closer to me or I swear, I'm gonna smack you with this!" She held up the candle holder towards him, trying to act intimidating when she couldn't even look him in the eye.

Barry would've found the whole situation amusing if he wasn't standing naked in front of probably the most beautiful woman he had even seen, taunting to crack his skull open with a very innocent-looking candle holder.

"Miss, calm down. I don't know what you're doing here but-" He started moving towards her, rather the vanity table when she swung the candle holder in hopes of protecting herself.

"Stop! I said don't come near me!"

"But I was just-"

"Ahhh!" She blindly came onto him, hitting him with all her might but due to the way she refused to look at his naked glory, he was able to grab hold of her hand, spinning her around so he was restraining her from behind. His one hand covering her mouth, while the other had her wrist pinned on his side.

"Miss, I'm going to ask you again to calm down. I can assure you that I'm not a bad person. I won't hurt you but I need you to promise me..." He trailed off, that familiar burning sensation he felt all those years ago has just come back, taking them both by surprise.

He mindlessly dropped the hand covering her mouth, spinning her around with their left hands still clasped tightly together. He felt a surge of warmth enveloping him from inside out, a sense of fullness, passion and commitment overwhelming his entire being as he looked at what was once a blank patch of skin on his finger.

"You're...my soulmate." He blinked back his surprise, making sure he wasn't imagining it again. He had been so keen on finding his soulmate that sometimes, he feels like his mind is just playing tricks on him.

But this time, as the black ink of her name stared right back at him, he knew it was real, very real, this time.

"Mine. My..."

He was screaming her name in his mind, but his tongue was too afraid not to do justice to way her enchanting name should sound upon saying out loud.

But he did, nonetheless.

"Caitlin."

AN: Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I've always wanted to write a Snowbarry Soulmate AU but I couldn't decide on what storyline to follow since the possibilities in a universe like this is endless but I now, I finally came up with something so I hope you'll enjoy reading this one. Comments and suggestions are always welcome.

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