Author's Note: This is one of the many stories that I have abandoned my unfinished pieces of work for. Priorities. I totally have them.

With the lack of Spitfire in Invasion as of this far into the season, I hope this will help to cushion the blow of their absences. Takes place about thirteen to fifteen years into the future, I guess? They're definitely old and responsible enough to have children, okay?

I participated in a musical performed by my local community theatre a little while back, and my family and friends being the gems that they are, insisted upon buying me several gorgeous bouquets following one or two of the shows. While taking care of the flowers, cutting their stems, and putting them in fresh water, my mind wandered to Young Justice and any and all things Spitfire-related, of course. That's what inspired this chapter/prologue. You could say the idea just kind of…"bloomed" in my mind? Ba-dum-tssh.

Anyways, enjoy some shameless family fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, yadayadaya, we all know this already.

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"Oh, just look at those two," Artemis sighed over the sound of running water from her position at the window in front of the sink. Wally averted his eyes away from a newspaper headlined by Wonder Woman, and instead gladly focused his attention on his wife. A bemused grin spread over his lips and he rested his chin in one palm as she exhaled again, shutting off the faucet after rinsing out the two stainless steel basins.

"You realize that the boys are going to be all over them when they get older, right?" She turned and leaned against the granite countertop before wandering over to the built-in china cabinet on the other side of the room, shooting an eyebrow up at Wally along the way. He missed the gesture as he was currently watching the two blonde-haired little girls lounging in the grass outside blowing bubbles and petting the family cat and dog, prepared to speed out at any sign of harm.

He chuckled before responding. "Don't remind me. Babe, I figured that out the first time I ever held them." Wally couldn't help but smile at the memories of his daughters' births. "Besides, look at their parents. Genetics just had to work in their favor."

Artemis rolled her eyes before plucking a glass vase from the cabinet and marching back to the spot she stood in prior to look at her children. "'Parents'? I think you mean 'mother,' Wall-man. They totally got their good looks from me." She smiled ever so coyly over her shoulder at him, and the speedster couldn't help but agree as the golden glow of sunlight filtered in and over the archer.

Before she could even take a jab at his freckles, Artemis found herself wrapped in Wally's arms with her back pressed against his chest. "You're lucky I put that vase down on the counter, or you'd be the one cleaning it up if I dropped it," she said relaxing in his hold and tilting her head back onto his shoulder.

"It'd be worth it," Wally shrugged, kissing the skin of her exposed neck and allowing his hands to roam over her abdomen and the soft cotton of her ruffled navy shirtdress. He fiddled with the worn leather of the brown belt that rested beneath her bosom, and she allowed him to breathe over her collarbones and press his face to the crook of her neck for several more tantalizing seconds. Artemis released a breathy laugh before breaking free of his grasp (albeit a bit reluctantly) and pecking him on the lips.

"Don't get too excited. Kids in the backyard, remember?" She lightly pushed him to her left, and flicked the faucet back on, checking on the girls before filling the vase with water. "Turn that off in a sec and keep an eye on Irey and Di, okay? I'll be right back." She scampered out of the room, followed only by the sounds of her ankle boots tapping against the hardwood floors.

Wally did as he was told (ignoring the thought of Dick making a 'whipped' joke just like he did back when they were teenagers…and still did at weekly Sunday night dinners), and peered through the window. He issued a stern look at six-year-old Iris after the child pulled one of her sister's braids, and followed the scowl with a thumbs up as she pulled a wailing Diana, two years her junior, into her arms in apology.

Artemis filed back in at that moment with an armful of fresh flowers wrapped in tissue paper. "Miss me?" She brushed her hands over her skinny jean-clad thighs after placing the bouquets on the butcher block island. She nodded at the vase with a pleased expression present on her pretty face.

"So did you follow in dear old dad's footsteps and rob a florist's, or did a Disney princess stop by?"

Artemis' brows rose and she began stripping the paper off of the flowers. "You could say that. M'gann's taken up the traditional Earth habit of gardening. Apparently, she's a natural…excuse the pun. Want to grab me the scissors from the –" Before the blonde could finish her request, she found the tool on the counter before her. "Thank you! Anyways…she stopped by with Rachel in the Bioship, and here we are with several dozens of flowers fresh from the suburbs of Metropolis."

"They're nice," Wally mumbled, fiddling with several of the petals and severing one or two. His wife slapped his hand away in an attempt to save more flowers from his clumsy mutilation and scoffed, moving them to the counter beside the sink.

"Why is it that my best girlfriend spontaneously brings me flowers more often than you do?" The former vigilante teased, turning back to the double basins yet again.

"Because, why would you want flowers, that live up to two weeks top, when you have me for a whole lifetime, Beautiful?" Artemis found herself entangled in the redhead's arms for a second time. Reaching behind, she began playfully hitting him with a yellow tulip, giggling like the girls she used to make fun of in high school against her locker with Bette Kane and Barbara Gordon.

"Nice try…but that doesn't get you out of one bouquet of flowers at least on Valentine's Day." Wally tightened his embrace as she attempted to slither around and face him, finally doing so after slapping the man's chest a few times. "But the real question is what do you want next year?"

Wally broke out in a smirk that rivaled those of Artemis'. "I could think of a few things," he practically growled lifting her up and onto the counter out of the view of the window, and knocking several flowers onto the floor.

Artemis kissed him again, a little softer and a little slower for just the tiniest bit longer than before – before pulling away and smirking right back. "Cool it, Kid Frisk. We already have babies we need to keep an eye on; we don't need to make another." She hopped off of the counter and gathered the scattered blooms from the floor, finally getting to work and snipping their stems into the sink at an angle. "At least, not right now. Maybe if someone were more romantic and got me flowers…" she trailed off in a sing-song voice. "It could happen," she practically purred holding a deep red carnation to her nose.

Wally kissed her temple before leaning back against the butcher block. "You seem to have forgotten that I'm not Kid Flash anymore…I mean I have kids of my own," he thought aloud staring at the Flash emblem keychain on his set of keys lying on the other side of the island.

"And a gorgeous wife, house, cat, and dog too." She murmured, arranging several tiger lilies in the vase.

"Oh yeah, gotta love that sweet little kitty cat, Art." He bit out through his teeth, watching the cat slink over Iris's legs and allow Diana to rub his ears. It seemed that the stunning Savannah cat loved everyone in the West Family: Artemis, the girls, and even the newest addition to the household; a peppy Corgi puppy appropriately named Ollie. Everyone, except for Wally.

"You're just jealous because Roy gets to sleep with me more often than you do, you big-shot member of the League, you."

Wally groaned and put his face in his palms. "Did you really need to name him that? Do you hear how wrong that sounds?"

Artemis laughed, catching Di's eye in the window and waving at her daughter playfully. She stood on wobbly feet and scooped the cat (who yowled in displeasure) clumsily into her arms, using his paw to wave back at her mother. She laughed both at the backyard shenanigans ensuing and her husband.

"Oh, come on, it's just a joke. Besides, you cannot tell me that that cat doesn't remind you of Roy. AKA, the biggest cat person in the world. Whether he wants to acknowledge it or not."

Wally grumbled, rubbing the healed-over scratch he had received from the furry demon several days before. "Don't see why the little bastard hates me so much."

"Artemis patted his marred hand with her own wet one in comfort. It's because you invaded my bed. He lived alone with me for so long that he isn't used to sharing his half of the mattress. The price of love, Babe."

Wally sighed. "He gets along better with the dog than me."

"Wally…a lot of people get along better with dogs than you."

"Can it, Blondie. I ooze charm."

"Oh, you ooze something; that's for sure."

"You and your hell-cat are welcome to the couch anytime, honey," Wally said crossing his arms. Artemis rolled her eyes and pecked him on the cheek before turning back to the blossoms and finally finished arranging them.

"There. Isn't that pretty? It's finally beginning to look like spring around here." Artemis wiped her hands dry on her jeans and placed the vase in the center of the island. "Speaking of spring…I was thinking tonight, maybe we could take the girls out to Trixie's, you know the little parlor about twenty minutes away, for ice cream. They opened for the season a couple of days ago, and I have been craving birthday cake ice cream like no other. What do you say?" She glanced back out of the window, where the girls were now playing fetch with Ollie, then to Wally.

He smiled, ready to agree wholeheartedly because he never turned down the possibility of an extra-large Moosetracks ice cream cone, when his communicator – the Flash keychain – beeped. "Definitely, babe; we'll definitely go –" He paused to kiss her full thick lips, parted ever so slightly with surprise, before speeding upstairs to change into his costume and back into the kitchen before she could get a word out. "– As soon as I get back from whatever the League needs me for, okay?" He gripped her by the arms and pulled her in for a more solid embrace once again. She rested a hand on his cheek momentarily, and then stepped back for him to race into the backyard.

"Girls, Daddy's got a business trip he's gotta leave for. But when he gets home, he and Mama are gonna take you two out for ice cream. That sound good?" He kneeled to his daughters' heights and reined them in for hugs. Diana sloppily kissed his cheek and giggled, excited at the idea of frozen goodies and her father's inevitable return and wiggled out of his arms to chase Ollie. Iris stared at her bare feet, vision obscured by her long, flaxen waves. Wally slipped his finger under her chin and gently guided her face up to look at his. She was frowning and as stony-faced as a six-year-old could appear. "Irey, baby, what's the matter? We're gonna go out for ice cream and maybe convince your mother to even stop by the park. …But don't tell her that," he whispered with a wink. "Cheer up, kiddo." The speedster gave her a smile and rubbed her arms, attempting to comfort the girl.

"Promise you'll come back?" Iris bit her lip and wrestled one arm out of her father's grip, only to hold her tiny hand in front of his face, pinky outstretched.

Wally chuckled and entwined his finger with hers, pulling her close to him and kissing her forehead simultaneously. "Pinky promise. Be good while I'm gone…or else no sprinkles!"

She finally cracked a smile and waved her father off as he backed up towards the French doors.

"Bye, Daddy! We love you!" Diana shrieked as Ollie jumped against her legs.

"I love you too, girls!" He called, hurrying back inside.

"Alright, you," came a stern voice that pulled him by the spandex collar of his costume. Artemis yanked his cowl over his freckled features, leaving him sputtering, and threw her arms around his neck. "Be careful. Come home as soon as possible. In one piece, mister. I want you back before those flowers start to close for the night, got it?" Artemis jerked her head towards the vase, and stepped back, resting her hands against Wally's broad chest. She brought their foreheads together; the familiar lightning bolt insignia upon his body resting beneath her thumbs.

"I'll always come back to you, Beautiful," he whispered with the slightest of smirks.

Artemis smiled, sighed, and began ushering him out the door through the hallway.

"Unfortunately, I know. Now go. Kick ass, take names."

And with a simple nod and an echoing "Love you!", she was alone in the hallway, left to stare at family photographs – weddings births, vacations, Christmases, and more, and pray that that idiot came back to make more with her.

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Author's Note: Woo! Hope you enjoyed this little prologue. There will be more to come for this story…maybe like two or three chapters, so do make sure to look out for those!

If you're curious about Wally and Artemis' daughters, their full names are Iris Isabelle-Rose West, and Diana Alice West. Named for Wally's favorite Aunt and the leading lady of the Justice League, of course! As well as one of Artemis' favorite fictional characters. COMICS CONTINUITY/FIC-MASHING 4LYF.

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