Thank you for all the love on the first chapter! And thank you to Loveandcoffeeandsimplicities for leaving the first prompt! Hope you enjoy it! If you have a prompt, leave it in the comments!
It started with a wave of nausea, something so simple and quick she didn't think much of it. It was gone as soon as it came, so she shook it off. But as the day went on and turned into night, she began to feel worse. The nausea worsened, a fever developed, and she found herself clutching the toilet bowl as she emptied out the contents of her stomach.
She knew Barry would have raced to her aid the moment he heard her throwing up, but he was working late at the precinct, analyzing the evidence to a crime the police had been trying to solve for over a week. Caitlin would have welcomed the warmth and comfort of her fiancé. And knowing Barry like the back of her hand, she knew he would never let her leave the house with the stomach bug. But because he was working and wasn't home, she thought it would be best to hide this small detail and pretend like everything was fine.
That's how she found herself at Star Labs the next day, doing her best to not throw up all over the floor. It didn't help that Cisco was stuffing food into his mouth, eyes trained on the computer screen in front of him. Just then there was a gust of wind, the telltale sign that Barry had arrived. He dropped a lighting quick kiss on her forehead, so fast he didn't feel how warm she was.
"Hey, dude." Cisco nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Another late night at the precinct?"
"Unfortunately," the speedster sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. "But it was my last, at least until they need me. I've analyzed everything I could, now it's just a waiting game."
"Torture for a speedster, huh?"
"You have no idea."
The two continued to converse, completely unaware that Caitlin was slowly dosing off in her seat, arms wrapped around her stomach. She had been up all night puking her guts up, leaving her exhausted and slightly dizzy. She was so nauseated she couldn't eat a simple piece of toast. Ginger ale had become her friend in the past twenty four hours.
"Babe?"
Blinking, slightly disorientated, she forced her eyes to stay open as they focused on Barry's figure. His eyebrows were furrowed in slightly concern, creases of worry etched on his forehead. "Hmm, sorry. What'd you say?"
"I asked if you're okay." He crouched down in front of her, finally taking in her pale complexion. Placing a hand to her forehead, his frown deepened. "You're burning up."
She nodded tiredly. "I know. I have a stomach virus."
"And you came to work?" Cisco questioned in disbelief. "I don't want your germs!"
"Really, man?" Barry rolled his eyes at his best friend before looking back at his fiancé. "Come on, let me take you home." He made a move to help her out of the chair, but she shook her head.
"I'll be okay, really." Just as that lie rolled off her tongue, her stomach turned and she was racing to the nearest trash can, emptying out whatever was in her stomach. She could vaguely hear Cisco gag in the background, but her focus was on Barry's hand that rested on her back. Being the gentleman he was, he held her hair back and didn't utter a word until she was done, speeding off to grab a cold washcloth before returning in seconds. She gave him a weak smile. "Thanks."
"In sickness and in health, remember?" He smiled back. "Alright, we're heading home. And don't bother arguing with me."
"I wasn't going to." Bed was calling her name, begging her to just crawl underneath the covers and fall asleep. She just hoped her nausea would lessen a little bit so she could get some sleep. "But can we please drive? I don't want to throw up all over you."
Cisco let out another gag. "Can we stop talking about puke before I puke?"
"I feel bad for the woman you're going to marry. She'll get sick and you'll run in the opposite direction screaming like a girl."
The long haired meta glared at Barry. "I don't scream like a girl."
"Yes you do."
A bag of jelly beans was tossed at the speedster, which he easily dodged. With one last glare at the couple, Cisco walked out of the Cortex, muttering to himself. Tossing his arm over Caitlin's shoulder, Barry pressed a kiss to her temple. "Let's get you home and into bed."
Xxx
Changing into Barry's sweatpants and sweatshirt -his were much more comfortable than hers- and finally getting into bed, Caitlin felt as though she had just run a marathon. Her muscles were aching, her head was pounding, and she just felt like crap. Getting sick was no big deal; she could toughen it out and still go to work like any normal woman. But when it came to the stomach bug, all bets were off.
And though she normally didn't like being coddled when she was sick, today was an exception. Barry was being the perfect husband-to-be; making her soup, checking her temperature every hour...just making sure she was comfortable.
Currently nibbling on saltine crackers, a glass of ginger ale by her bedside, Caitlin shifted on the mattress to face Barry. "You really don't have to go to work tonight?" She knew how hard this case was on him, and the fact that they had yet to solve it was bothering him. But the selfish part of her didn't want him to leave her side if he didn't have to. She almost felt like a little kid.
"I told you, I'm done analyzing the evidence. My part's done. Unless they call me, I'm all yours."
Caitlin let out a content sigh. "Good." Nuzzling her cheek against his chest, she wrapped her arms around his torso, feeling her body relax and her stomach finally stop flipping. She wasn't sure how long the pause on the nausea would last, but she would relish in those few minutes of peace.
Barry glanced down at the brunette in his arms -his love- and smiled. Despite being sick, her skin slightly pale, he thought she was still the most beautiful girl in the world. He couldn't believe that in a few short months, she would become Mrs. Allen. He couldn't wait for the day they would exchange vows and say 'I do'.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, feeling the slight tinge of warmth on her skin. She still had a fever, but it definitely lessened. "Feeling any better?"
Caitlin nodded against his chest. The soft fabric of his sweatshirt rubbed against her cheek. "A little. But I'm afraid to move and puke."
He stifled a laugh. "If you need to, just say the word and I'll bring you a bucket."
"You won't bring me to the bathroom?" She looked up at him with hooded eyes, a teasing glint evident.
"Like you said before, I don't want puke all over me."
"Baby."
I know this was incredibly short, but I didn't want to drag it on for no reason. Even so, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and Snowbarry cuteness! Again, prompts accepted in the comments!