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6. I Am Relaxing in the Bath

An audible sigh escapes me as I slowly sink into the warm bath water, my hair up in a bun and my body aching from a long day of running around the city in pursuit of evidence for a serial killer that caught my interest. My Dad and Barry don't know about it. Only Cisco does, and mum's the word. I just have to hope he won't tell Caitlin, because she – ironically – can't tolerate secrets now and will go straight to Barry (he'll take to her better), who will then try to process how to respond to the situation.

I didn't lie to him this time, so he can't be mad about that. I feel guilty every time I have to do that when I believe so strongly in a story. But if false promises need to be made to keep my husband from preventing my following through on them, so be it.

I'm glad I didn't have to do that this time, though. This time I was simply very crafty and kept all knowledge of what I was doing from both of the very protective men in my life.

My dad will naturally walk in on my husband trying to decide how to react and give his very strong opinion, which will convince my husband to have that same opinion and to carry out his wishes, which he will no doubt do, albeit much more nicely than my dad would have done.

In the end I'm mad, so I'm hoping Cisco is a good secret-keeper and that at least my dad doesn't know. Barry I can calm with kisses and love declarations and sex. Dad is a little harder.

Throwing all that to the wayside, I let my thoughts slip away and close my eyes as the water swallows me whole save for my head pressed against the far side and my toes peeking out by the faucet.

I'm so content that I don't hear or feel the wind from the door opening and closing, but I hear his voice and know I'm in trouble.

"Joe told me what you were digging up today."

My eyes flash open, and I turn to look at him, I can explain on the tip of my tongue.

"Are you mad?" I ask instead, nibbling on my bottom lip.

He shakes his head and crosses the room to me.

"You're not?" My brows fuse together.

He chuckles. "No. I knew what I was getting myself into when I married you."

I grin as he leans down to kiss me and then gasp as he climbs into the bathtub fully clothed save for his shoes, socks, and jacket.

"Barry! What are you-" I squeal, but he only laughs and settles himself on the other end, having to bend his knees up considerably so he can fit the full length. I laugh too then because he just looks so uncomfortable. "Barry," I coo, shaking my head.

"This idea was better in my head," he admits.

So, so in love with him, I get on my knees and crawl over to him, climbing into his laps and well aware of how his eyes keep drifting down to my breasts.

"Let me make you comfortable," I say, and this time I'm the one to kiss him.