Title: Baby, Baby.
Chapter: One. Maybe I'm Just Sick.
Word Count: 1,401
Pairings: IrisxBarry
Summary: A week after Wally exposes the Flash's identity, Iris is left with trying to move forward without her husband. She can't take any more surprises.
All the lights of the two story traditional designed house was on even though there was only one occupant within the kitchen contemplating dinner on a very weak stomach. The house was not a home, but simply a place to live these days after the death of Barry Allen. Iris, Barry's widow, however, knew it would pass though. She was simply still grieving. Sometime in the future she'd be glad to see all the memories around her. In the future. Right now, right now she's still upset.
Iris had only been home about forty minutes now. She had stayed late at the news station writing a story - even though she has long ago given up writing for a spot on television broad castings - about who the Flash, not the person behind the mask but the actually, hero was to the Twin Cities. It would be run throughout all editions tomorrow. This wasn't her first article involving the Flash this week. She's been writing about Barry, Wally her nephew, the identity of the Flash, and the ideals the Flash carried for the Twin Cities ever since Wally came out as the new Flash a week ago.
Unlike Wally's family who was out in Alabama, Iris couldn't leave Central. Even if it was only temporary until the fuss over the scandal of not one but two hero's identities revealed calmed down. No, she wouldn't run. Just as Wally had to tell the world of his uncle, of Flash, of Barry she had to stay and report. She was going to fight for the memory of her dead husband but also the welcoming of her nephew. She was going to do all she could to make sure that people saw her two boys in the light they should be seen in.
Wally had given the cities a request. He wouldn't fight crime wearing the Flash's mantel if the people didn't want him to. He'd leave it up to the League to protect Twin Cities. The city counsel in response planned to hold a vote at the end of this week over the issues, for the issue involved the voting age had been extended to seventeen and older in honor of how old Wally was when the second Flash died, the age that Wally decided he needed to step up to the plate and into the Flash Mantle. Iris is sure that Wally's age will be an issue for some, because of this in one issue Iris outlined how Wally has been fighting crime as Kid Flash since he was twelve as well as some more memorable moments as well. She also made sure to mention that he had in fact turned eighteen a week ago.
There were to be only one question on the ballot. Do you, a citizen of this city, want Wally West to take on the mantel of the Flash after the man we have all known as the Flash's, Barry Allen's, death. Yes or No.
Iris was determined not to let all of Barry's teachings go to waste. Iris would not let a bunch of scared, ignorant people tell her nephew he shouldn't do what he's wanted to do all this life, what he's earned the right to do. Not without a fight at least.
Iris stared in the open pantry. She was starving but everything seemed to make her stomach flip. Maybe she was sick - and for a brief moment she wished someone was in the house with her. She didn't want to be alone, sad and sick. She wished Wally hadn't gone on patrol with plans to head over to the Mountain where his (old?) team waits. The League has yet to do anything about Wally's show. No official statement of denial or even acknowledgment. Wally thinks they're waiting for the city to make their decision before making their own. - though she wasn't running a fever. And other than her stomach she didn't feel sick. She'd been on the verge of throwing up all day even though there was so little actually in her stomach.
And it hasn't been just today either as the feeling as been increasing all week. Wally had almost canceled on going out to see his friends tonight because he was growing worried over it, but Iris wouldn't let him miss out on them. They're still upset about his little stunt and how before that he was distant. He's been trying to make it up to them and skipping out tonight wouldn't do any good.
Maybe it's just some stomach bug that no one else in the office seems to have...or, or...suddenly without even trying a memory floats to her mind as if to answer her query.
Mary West, Wally's mother, has just ran out of the room holding her mouth and stomach. It's the middle of the day and Iris had been visiting her brother and sister-in-law with plans of staying a week or longer. She had only moved to Central about two years ago and was missing her family and home town of Blue Valley, Nebraska. It was her first night at the couple's home.
Iris looked questioning to Rudy who grinned at her. "Morning sickness, Red. I didn't tell you on the phone since I knew you were heading up here, but Mary's pregnant. We're gonna have a kid." The older man was grinning ear to ear, much like his unborn son's. At the news Iris too broke into smiles and good laughter.
"That's wonderful!" She got up to hug her brother, "I'm so happy for you! Oh, I"m going to be an aunt!" She gushed as Mary reentered the room with a sour expression on her face.
"Oh hush, it would be wonderful if the kid didn't cause me to kick up stomach all day and night. Who knew morning sickness was an all day thing." Iris had only soften her ecstatic face in sympathy before running around the table to give Mary a hug as well. Mary returned it even with all her talk.
Morning sickness.
No. No, she couldn't be pregnant! Sure her and Barry had been trying to start a family for a short while now - but they weren't even sure Barry could have kids with the whole chemically alter body of his because of his powers. No, she couldn't be. Barry is dead. That changes everything! Well, sure, she still wants to be a mother but...but, she can't have a kid without him. She can't raise a kid on her own. She can't raise Barry's kid on her own.
A constant reminder or him.
Iris stopped dead. She's pretty sure she stopped breathing there for a second. A reminder? Where did that come from? That's bullshit and she knows it. If anyone's a remind of Barry then it's Wally. The boy that shared so many qualities with her dead husband, from their powers right down to what lame jokes they found funny. And she loved Wally. She couldn't bare even the thought of pushing the boy away. No, in fact having him around made things easier, it made her feel closer to Barry. A child, Barry's child would only do the same.
It would be a good thing. A child always is...even a child with superpowers. Oh, hell, what if the kid has Barry's powers? Or some other manifestation of his powers. How was she suppose to raise or even birth a child like that. She'd have to go to the League. They have special doctors that study their powers, she'd need them to help her if she is in fact Barry's child.
If in fact. That's true, she though with a sigh of relief that racked her body, she isn't even sure she's pregnant. She should make sure before freaking out like she is. Calm down, Iris. You might not even be pregnant. Don't worry.
With the calming thought and the determination to find out if her being pregnant wasn't just a play of her mind she grabbed her keys and headed out the door to find the nearest pharmacy for a home pregnancy test.
A/N: Alright, put up another part of this series! Yay! I'm so astonished with myself. However, I feel like I should mention that I'm not done writing this story which means that updates won't be regular especially with the fact that I'm going out to Fl for a week in a half to help my friend move. Just and FYI, though I will point out that I have all of this planned out and a rough draft of some of my chapters in my notebooks so I'm not making this up as I go which will be helpful for updates.
Also, I just want everyone to know that I think spell check is AMAZING! My spelling is so horrid.
