A/N: This story started as a five plus one for an anon_meme prompt about different characters thinking Wally is beautiful but not telling him with the plus one being the one person who does. Anyways, this really isn't a five plus one since there's over a dozen chapters and Kaldur gets multiple parts. Some chapters are drabble-ish but this chapter is the shortest at 450 words. The rest are at least 750 but most are over 1000.
One: Aunt Iris
Iris wondered if she was ever as adorable as her nephew when she was eight. Had her freckles been that big and blotchy? Had the tips of her fiery hair rolled into little loops at the end? Had her smile been so wide or her laugh been so free?
She watched intently at Wally's determination to reach the top of the hill by his own efforts alone. Barry had offered to carry the bike up the hill for him, but Wally had just frowned and explained to his (unofficial) Uncle very slowly that bikes are for riding and Aunt Iris' purses are for carrying. Barry had turned to the heavy bag that Iris was in fact forcing him to carry for her because, well, it was heavy.
Had Iris' mind been so intuitive at such a young age? Had she known all the buttons to push?
"I am so whipped," Barry said with a sigh as he gazed up the hill where his girlfriend was waiting.
She watched as the bike almost toppled over as Wally's abounding energy sputtered out momentarily. A gasp rose up in her throat but Barry, in a flash, grabbed hold of the bike's seat and righted it before Wally could be hurt. Her nephew realigned himself back into a less awkward position on the seat and returned to furiously pounding down on the pedals.
Had Iris ever been so resilient?
She wondered how Wally turned out to be such a beautiful person. Was he born that way or was it something else?
Iris thought back to when she was eight. Her brother Ruddy, Wally's father, had been the one standing behind her bike in case she fell.
What had motivated her to keep pedaling no matter what? Iris forced herself to remember.
When she was little, all Iris had wanted was for her big brother (her whole world) to be proud of her.
"That's the spirit," she shouted down to Wally. His face lit up and Iris knew then that he must be the most beautiful little boy in the whole wide world.
Barry leaned down and murmured an idea into Wally's ear. The boy laughed and went along with his Uncle's suggestion.
"I've got a beautiful view to motivate me!" he shouted up to his Aunt. Iris smiled widely and laughed freely. She waved down to her boys, her very own 'beautiful view'.