"This should fit you." I say chucking Indigo a pair of jeans that fit me pre bump.

"Thanks, so we're going grocery shopping? I don't think I've done that since I was little." She tells me as she wriggles into the skinny jeans, then rearranges her tank top.

"What? Did we just not take you with us?" I ask.

"Yeah. Something like that." Her voice sounding dry with amusement.

"Another one of those future things you can't tell us?"

"Barry can break Bart's rules, I'm not going to tell you anything. For a short ginger leprechaun, he's frightening when he's angry."

After thinking for a moment, "Though he never said not to show me though. There's a spell that allows you to access my memories, maybe if we happened to work on that in training later. " I wink

"Well I do need to train." She grins conspiratorially, emails emphasising her point with a shrug

"Let's go meet the boys, I say looping my arm through hers and leading her downstairs.

Wally's waiting by the truck with Bart. The main cab fits five people so we left Barry and Iris at home, not to their disappointment, they'd been waning some alone time and the twins were asleep.

Indigo's hair fell in soft waves down her back blowing in the spring breeze, as she chatted to Bart about how pretty the past is, complaining that his stories have never done it justice.

Bart rolls his eyes before hopping into the car.

I sit up front with Wally as we bicker about the quickest route into town trying to take Saturday market traffic into account. Indigo sticks her head out of the truck window hanging out like a labrador, curiously drinking in the sights.

Wally loops an arm around me as we drive, taking the slower route, i.e. His route into town.

The town is bustling with people, everyone comes to do their shopping on market days, I've never lived in a town as friendly as this, it's small and everyone knows everyone.

Our first market day everyone seemed fascinated by Wally and I, somehow already knowing our names and everything about us. Small towns are strange.

And because of the ability to gossip, Indigo is my niece and Bart is Wally's cousin.

We weave through the crowd with Indigo trying to keep the awe off her face, and Bart keeping hold of her wrist so she doesn't get lost. She reminds me of Starfire, with her rampant curiousity.

I wonder if she too will eat mustard straight from the bottle. Note to self, keep them apart or supervised at all times.

We stop at the fruit stand, and I pick up some fruit for the week, Indigo stands next to me pointing at fruit, asking questions at no one in particular, but the boy at the stand takes it upon himself to answer them, hanging off her every question, it reminds me of how boys used to fawn over Delilah. I wonder if Indigo has the ability to use the sirensong power. The ability to bend people to her will.

The boy misscounts how much we owe him. I don't correct him, it's his fault. I'm not a saint, if I get apples for free, I'm going to take those apples.

We move along to the next few stands and I notice the growing amount of eyes focussing on my daughter.

I chuckle, exactly what going out with Delilah was like.

Wally greets us by the fountain with ice creams in hand, "The ice-cream van was set up just off the square, I couldn't resist."

"Mint chocolate chip for my lovely wife, And for my niece," he winks, "strawberry for Bart and three scoops of triple chocolate for me."

I shake my head, but take the ice cream anyway.

No point in wasting good ice cream.

This is what family should be like, I think as the four of us sit in the spring sunshine.

It's bliss.

Until Wally's communicator goes off.