[[Notes: Story on my AO3 originally, cross-posted to Wattpad, Tumblr, and here.]]
Barry was off of work on a lucky Tuesday and he was looking forward to spending the day with his twins, even if they were more interested in other things that day. He was blessed that Cisco and Wally agreed to take over city duties. He had managed to convince himself to take the day off as well. Iris was at work, chasing down the newest story.
He was happy to let the kids play in their rooms for the first part of the day but had plans later to take them to the park, Nora had been very invested in her Harry Potter books, she had gotten to number three in as many days. It seemed she'd figured out speed reading at least partially.
He flipped on the TV and saw, with only a little surprise, that Iris was on the news. She was discussing an organization that helped abused women get back on their feet that she'd wanted to cover for a while.
Barry turned his head over the back of the sofa. "Don! Nora! Mom's on the TV, do you want to come see?"
There was a thud in response and Barry rushed up the stairs, almost tapping into the Speed Force. Worry coloured his expression, he wore his heart on his sleeve as he searched for the source of the sound.
He eventually landed in his and Iris's bedroom where Don sat at the vanity. He had his feet pulled up on the chair. Beneath him, was a shattered compact: little bits of mirrored glass mixed with crumpled foundation powder coated the floor.
"Are you okay, Don?"
"I'm sorry, dad! I dropped it when you yelled." Don pulled his knees further into his chest.
"It's okay. It's just a little glass and some makeup." He carefully lifted Don up over the glass and led him downstairs. As they walked Don was quiet, still worried that he was in trouble presumably.
"Put on your shoes," Barry said, placing the small sneakers in front of him.
When Don had his shoes on and Barry had retrieved the dustpan and brush they made their way back up the stairs.
"Hold the dustpan while I sweep this up." Barry held out the pan to Don.
Don held it on the floor while Barry used the small brush-broom to carefully sweep up the tiny bits of glass and pigments. "See? All cleaned up, good job buddy." he patted Don's shoulder.
"Am I in trouble?" he asked upon reaching the kitchen. Barry grabbed a small broom and dustpan that was hanging off the wall in the kitchen.
"No," Barry shook his head. "It's just a little makeup." he shrugged his shoulders. "Just be careful and ask Mom next time. What were you doing?"
"I wanted to do makeup." He shrugged his shoulders.
"You have lipstick on your cheek," Barry noticed with a chuckle. "Next time ask me or your mom for help, okay?" he dumped out the remaining bits of glass into the trash.
"Okay." he nodded.
Barry sat Don back on the chair and got a makeup wipe from Iris's makeup bag. He brought it to Don's cheek and started to scrub away the stray lipstick.
"I saw a big picture on the subway of a lady with big blue wings on her face! Mommy said it was from makeup. I want to do that too!"
"You did, huh?" Barry kissed his forehead. "Then if you want to play with makeup we'll get you some stuff that comes off easier, how does that sound?"
"Okay!" Don beamed as Barry finished cleaning off his face.
When that was done, they went downstairs to watch the rest of Iris's broadcast with Nora.