A/N: Currently got 9 other chapters/oneshots in the works for this fic but for some reason this plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone and gave me such feels writing it.

AU where Caitlin's got her powers under control, Savitar accepted help and has been a member of the team for some time. Set a few years down the line at least.

As for the theme of the oneshot, it might not be quite what anyone is expecting out of this fic (usually I write much angst) because it's very subtle ship and ends up remarkably domestic/fluffy for me. It's also Iris POV and has minor Barry/Iris as part of it – sorry for anyone put off by that. Future chapters probably won't be anything like this, it's very random but I hope someone enjoys it even though it feels like the plot bunny no one was gonna be asking for other than my weird brain.

Someplace Else

Caitlin being pregnant is a surprise, though no one likes to asked if it was planned. She never mentions who is responsible, whether it was a one night stand or someone intentionally lending a hand to her parenthood. As Caitlin points out, they do know who the mother is, that's what matters. They assume the rest isn't important.

Cisco, of course, plays up how sad he is not to have been asked to contribute his genes as the sperm donor, " How could you pass up the opportunity for these luscious locks, not to mention the ability to cross dimensions?"

"What's wrong with my locks?" Caitlin asks pointedly, faking mild outrage before bursting into a grin herself, " Besides, we don't know how inheritance of metahuman genetic traits works." Yet is the unspoken word. Caitlin is the first of them to have kids, the test case. It sets them on edge a bit, not knowing how it will work out with Caitlin's powers, but Iris is grateful they'll know more by the time she and Barry might have their own children.

Everyone gets rather too protective of Caitlin, much to her annoyance. Iris is sympathetic; being relegated to desk duty for the remaining five months must be bad enough without the guys fawning over her. Each of them does it in their own way at least.

Cisco starts on names far, far too early and Iris knows he's been mocking up superhero onesies in his spare time, as well as improved gadgets most parents probably would kill for. Although she's not entirely sure they're childsafe ones right now but he has got months to figure it out.

Other than his usual helpfulness, Barry has gone into research mode, reading everything known to man about either childcare or metahuman genetics – he keeps leaving article printouts and books with heaps of post-it notes in on Caitlin's desk. At times the piles get pretty unwieldy. Barry sometimes forgets other people can't read anywhere near as fast as him and she has to remind him to at least condense the relevant sections down to a more easily digestible amount if he wants them to be useful and actually get read.

Harry insists on personally double and triple checking Caitlin's medical data when he visits – definitely more frequently these days - obsessing over any slight fluctuation from the norm. He's practically her personal physician, despite that role already being taken, and Caitlin's mother keeping a close eye on things with her daughter too. By the end of it Caitlin is probably going to be sick to death of being poked and prodded. She seems plenty testy around each weekly checkup as it is, but it's a relief nothing untoward is ever revealed. All is well with baby Snow.

She always finds Joe sharing another anecdote with Caitlin about raising his kids but those moments at least seems to be reassuring to her – her dad is the best and she loves that he's taken Caitlin under his wing too.

Savitar doesn't say much of anything about any of the goings on. He has no teasing comments or dry wit about the unorthodox situation this presents. Unlike from some of the others - Harry namely - there's no admonishments about taking her health seriously, as if Caitlin doesn't already know what she should be doing.

But Iris does see him standing closer to Caitlin, standing by. It's like he's waiting in the wings, ready to do anything he's asked, although the only time she sees Caitlin ask anything of him is when she's seven months pregnant and too exhausted to get herself home. He'd had one of the overnight beds and all she might need setup in one of the conference rooms off the Cortex in a blink of an eye, with a helping hand to get her out of the chair too. Savitar is simply there for Caitlin, unobtrusively, assuming she can manage unless she shows any signs she can't, and Iris figures maybe that's the biggest comfort.

Even with how annoying some of well meaning things can get, Caitlin has so much support. Less of a 'it takes a village,' more of a 'it takes a team' in their case – their extended found family rallying behind her, ready for anything the future brings. As it turns out the future brings a healthy baby boy, weighing 7 pounds 2 ounces, after a mere two hours in labor.

Technically, they're not meant to have this many visitors in her room at once but Barry, Wally and Jesse had conspired to sneak themselves in along with a plus one each. The room is brimming with people clamouring to congratulate Cait and get a peek at the chubby cheeked child who they are so so ready to meet after months of waiting anxiously.

Visitors rotate into the position by the bedside, giving way to the next one to get a closeup of their new addition. Everyone is a little teary eyed but jubilant. Joe and Harry are both practically cooing over the baby right now. Cisco is busy making faces at the kid from his position at the end of the bed. Barry's had his turn but keeps occasionally looking from the baby back to her, as if to suggest he's giving serious consideration to them having one someday soon and Iris can't say she minds that exactly, though she's not quite there herself yet. Wally and Jesse are waiting patiently, sometimes waving lightly from the side to try to catch the baby's attention.

The only exception to the joy in the scene Iris sees is Savitar, who like usual - like he has been all these months of waiting - is holding back. He has a strange expression on his face, one that Iris feels she ought to recognise but even if she does, if she knows it on Barry, it seems foreign to Savitar. She watches how his chest rises and falls rapidly and can't tell at first what has him so agitated. Then she sees his hands shaking at his side – not vibrating, just shaking as if he's nervous or scared – and along with the intensity of the look he has, and where it is directed, she finally realizes what it means. He's overwhelmed; Savitar is looking in awe, and fear, at his son.

"Hey, I think it's about time you said hello," Iris whispers to Savitar before she manhandles him in an effort to drag him over to the bed with her, forcing him to take the steps he can't seem to will himself to. He doesn't resist, following in sort of a daze.

When they get close enough she elbows Harry out of the way with an apology that his time is up, though she's only half-sorry really and throwing a glare to shut up his protestations. Harry knows what's good for him, meaning he stops grouching about it more or less immediately, accepting whatever this is is happening. Her dad looks curious at the development but goes along with it, shuffling down, shooing the others to make room.

As he approaches mother and child, Savitar's eyes grow comically wide, his attention captured solely by the baby. For a moment Iris thinks he's forgotten to breathe too, until she spots him take a shaky but deep breath again. Standing there, he's speechless. She wonders what it feels like and thinks she might be terrified too, like he'd first appeared, if she'd created a whole other life. Maybe one day she will know, but that's not today - this is his day, and Caitlin's day, even if no one else ever knows it.

" His name is Charlie-" Caitlin announces, though no sooner has she than Cisco interrupts, indignant at being kept out of the naming loop.

"-wait, what? I thought you didn't have a name picked out! I thought we had an agreement I got first shout on the deets, priveleged info for the best friend-"

Caitlin rolls her eyes, shakes her head in amusement, and continues on, " I think you'll find I made no such agreement. Anyway, this is Charlie-"

"-Charlie Henry Snow," Caitlin says firmly, and no one can miss her beaming up at Savitar as she does so. So much for no one else ever knowing...

Iris can't tell if that's simply gratitude they're seeing from her to him or the promise of something more that might have been building in the background all this while, whilst they were distracted with other more important seeming matters. This bombshell brings up a whole heap of other questions that Iris is just hoping she can convince the others to leave for another day, because this is theirs, and whatever ever else happens or doesn't happen, she couldn't be happier for them both.