A/N: Finally my westallen honeymoon fic has arrived. Keeping it as canon compliant as I can, so yes that means it's cut short, since the deleted scene where Ralph accidentally calls them back home is implied (and will prob be referenced if not included in this fic). I expect the story as a whole to be six chaps. I'm currently halfway through writing the fifth chapter. I shall post them as they are beta'd. Enjoy!

Dedication: My cyber bestie, Ruthie, for her birthday. Girl has been begging for this for well over a year, so I thought I'd treat her finally, even if it's taking a while to get it all written. Heh.

*Many thanks to sendtherain for beta'ing.

*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter 1 -

The chilly early afternoon air of late November swirled around them, sweeping through her locks and swaying Barry's jacket. Beside them, Oliver and Felicity had ceased kissing, ceased hugging too, but Iris didn't care one bit if they were waiting for her and Barry to finally pull away from each other. She'd be damned if one more thing about her wedding was stolen from her.

Kissing Barry was as magical as ever. His lips warm on hers, his arms wrapping around her waist, a smile being held at bay after she nearly flung herself at him, so eager to be called his wife.

God, she couldn't believe it. It was almost surreal that they'd actually made it to this place. Her name was now Iris West-Allen, and she couldn't be happier. Through Big Bads and changed timelines, other relationships and deaths of family members, not to mention all the countless times she'd nearly lost him due to his duties as the Flash, Iris often wondered if legally becoming Barry's wife would ever become a reality.

When Barry left her to save Central City roughly seven months earlier, Iris had lost faith that he would return. It just became too hard to hold onto what could have been when she was faced with what was every single day. And what was didn't have him in it.

But thinking back now, she had a feeling even as a child – ever since she was nine, as she'd said in her vows. It was always going to be them. And now it finally was. And honestly? She felt like she was flying.

Inevitably though, the need for oxygen – if nothing else – forced them to pull away from each other. Barry was smiling down at her, all the love for her in his eyes. All he saw was her. He was oblivious to the world and people around them.

"I love you," he whispered. "Mrs. West-Allen."

She had to keep herself from bouncing up on her toes. Her smile was so wide she almost couldn't get any words out.

"I love you," she responded, biting her bottom lip. "I'm so, so happy…to be your wife."

She giggled. She couldn't help it. His grin widened, and she wondered if there was a more glorious feeling than this. To have the love of your life married to you, staring down at you adoringly, and for nothing else to matter. To finally have some peace amidst the chaos.

"Uh, guys?"

The moment shattered – or at the very least was lessened in its intensity. Neither Iris nor Barry broke apart, but they did turn slightly to see whose voice had dared to interrupt their bubble of happiness.

It had been Diggle's, which made it easier for Iris to force a smile.

"Not to…interrupt, but what were you guys thinking of doing for a reception?"

"Oh, yeah," Felicity added in. "I mean, since you rescheduled the wedding, is the reception still a go? I'm not saying we should shared the reception too, but since we did both get married – "

Oh, hell no.

Barry answered for her, saving their friendship with the now Mr. and Mrs. Queen.

"Actually, I think we're just going to have a small get-together with our team, just to announce that we're married so they don't feel like we said nothing before we took off on our honeymoon. The plane is supposed to leave in three hours, and I think we'd rather not reschedule that." He glanced at his wife. "Right, Iris?"

She nodded and forced a smile, forced herself to look in Oliver and Felicity's direction too.

"I'm sure you guys want to celebrate with your friends and family back in Star City anyway, right?"

"Right!" Felicity burst. "Right, of course. Of course, that's a great idea."

Iris smiled and nodded.

"We're really happy for you guys, though," Barry added. He reached out to shake Oliver's hand. "Congratulations."

"You too, Barry," Oliver said. "It's been…" He looked over to Iris, then back to his speedster friend. "Well, it's been years in the making. Congratulations." He started to walk backwards with his wife. "We'll send you guys invitations to the ceremony and reception."

Iris nearly interjected, fury building inside her.

"That sounds great. Thanks, man," Barry said, wrapping his arm around Iris' waist to rein her in.

Awkwardly waving and repeating their congratulations, Oliver, Felicity, and Diggle said their final goodbyes and headed off.

"We are not accepting their invitations," Iris said adamantly as soon as they were out of sight.

"Of course not," Barry said immediately. "It was just the polite thing to do."

"Polite?" Her eyes blazed.

"Hey. Hey." He ran his hands up and down her arms to soothe her. "We're married now."

She relaxed slowly.

"Why don't you say we go pester Cisco for those wedding rings?" he asked, then winked at her.

Butterflies fluttered inside of her once more.

God, her husband was wonderful.