Author's Note: This short and I tried to keep it sweet. The next chapter will definitely pick up and deal with the issue of Savitar.

Chapter 2: June Flowers

Six months was a little soon, but for Barry Allen and Iris West it was far too long. They'd been circling each other since they were children, so it didn't make sense to have a long engagement. But, the cloud of Savitar's prophecy still hung over them. According to Savitar, Iris was going to die and Barry just wasn't in the mood to plan a future they may not have. He wanted her life in his forever and he was damned if he was going to sit back and just wait for her to die. Barry had been living and breathing finding a way—any way—to save her for the past few weeks. He'd even recruited Cisco to help him out. Together they'd managed to piece a few things together. But, in the meantime he'd been neglecting his relationship with Iris and she'd had about enough. She demanded that he be an active participant in planning their wedding. It's not that she didn't understand his drive to save her, she just wasn't sure there was any point. Iris was resigned to the fact that these might be her last days and she wanted to focus on what mattered. She wanted to spend time with her father, brother, and to finally be married to the love her life. So, she threw all her energy into these very things.

Barry, however, didn't understand her perspective. He wanted her to fight to live another day. To throw herself into the idea that the future could be altered. Barry Allen suffered from tunnel vision. Once he set his mind to a goal, he was single minded in his purpose to achieve it. It wasn't that Iris didn't share that same passion to achieve, but she didn't want to regret a single moment of the time she had left (whether it be a few months or a lifetime). What Barry did understand was that Iris was the strongest person he knew and he trusted that this was how she chose to handle this knowledge of her imminent demise. So, he did as she asked and threw himself (as much as he could) into picking flowers for their wedding. They walked through the nursery and he watched as she hovered over the chrysanthemums. She picked up a pink one and lifted it to her nose. The smile that covered her face warmed Barry on the inside.

"What's wrong? "he asked.

"I love chrysanthemums, but they seem a little boring for a wedding arrangement."

"So, add something else, "Barry said matter-of-factly. He knew that she wanted something that would stand out and make the best table arrangement. So, he did his thing and whipped up a bouquet that would make the craziest of bridezillas happy.

Barry handed the flowers to Iris and said, "So? What do you think?"

Iris smiled up at him and said, "It's beautiful, but Rosa Peace? I didn't think it would work with the Chrysanthemums."

"Who cares if it works. You love them, so how can we have them?"Barry said. He didn't really think through what he was doing he just sped through the nursery and put a bunch of random flowers together.

"Who knew that you had green thumbs?"

Barry looked at her quizzically. "I don't I just randomly picked a bunch of stuff. Plus have you ever seen me even try to garden?"

"Well there was that one time you tried to dig a grave for your dog, Spot?"

"Poor Spot! I still miss that dog,"Barry said as he looped his arm through Iris's.

"You don't miss him! You hated that thing and only dug up that grave for my sake. I loved Spot and spent more time with that damn dog then you ever did and he was your pet."

Barry shrugged and pulled Iris closer to him and enjoyed the moment. He was taking a page out of her book and enjoying what little time they had together without the cloud of Savitar on his mind.

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