HERE YOU GO CIERA :)
This was a request for my wife, so I hope you like it. I know it isn't exactly what you wanted, but I hope it's still okay!
Wally's hand brushes along Artemis' hairline. Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly open. He doesn't want to leave, and he knows that leaving without saying goodbye is definitely going to earn him a week on the couch, but he isn't allowed to say goodbye.
Instead, he leaves a note that says League business and kisses her stomach, kisses his soon-to-be-daughter and runs.
Its three days later when he comes home, battered and bruised, but alive. Artemis is sleeping—or she should be. The bedroom light turns on as soon as he steps into the hallway, and she's colliding into him, her arms going around his neck. His wrap around her middle, and pull her as close as possible, though it's hard to be flushed against each other with her bloated stomach in the way.
His neck is wet where her face is, and she's trembling, fingers tugging at the soft hairs on his neck. "You're okay," she murmurs, tightening her hold on him. "When I didn't hear from you—and then Tim called and asked if I'd—thank God you're okay, Wally."
The mission had been a tough one. They'd had to travel to a whole different dimension, and nobody could know what they were doing for some stupid reason that Wally never found out.
When Artemis pulls away, her hand shoots out, smacking Wally across the face. Her cheeks are wet but her glare is just as fierce. "Don't you ever do that again. Got it?"
Wally rotates his jaw and grins. "I promise," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. She sighs when his mouth presses against hers, but the sigh is quickly turned into a grunt. Wally pulls away quickly, eyebrows furrowed. "What is it?"
She exhales shakily, glancing up at him. "Just—just the baby."
His hand finds hers where it rests against her stomach. "Are you two alright?" He murmurs, green eyes boring into hers. She smiles at him, leaning into his touch. "I'm okay."
He moves to kiss her, but she pulls back slightly, a smirk on her face. "Also? You smell like shit, Wall-man."
He grimaces, lifting his arm and sniffing. "Guess you're right…" he sighs, looking away. "So now I have to go in the shower. Alone. And you have to go back to bed. Alone."
He meets her eyes again, a grin on his face. "Well alright—"
"Oh shut up Wally," she kisses him hard, and he speeds them towards the washroom.