Written after seeing another lovely piece of fanart by sassandsassagain. Truly, there are some amazingly talented artists in The Flash fandom! Let me know if you want a link to the drawing.
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The bed shifting beside him woke Barry from a sound sleep. His eyes opened reluctantly.
"Huh? Whaaa . . ."
Iris didn't answer. Moving almost as fast as he could, she was halfway to the bathroom with one hand slapped over her mouth when he finally sat up.
Mystery solved. Yawning all the way, he followed her inside. The sound of her retching made his own stomach queasy as he ran cold water over a wash cloth.
"Here." He knelt beside her; brushing her hair out of the way, he laid the damp cloth against the side of her neck. "Better?"
"Blech." Iris spat once more into the toilet bowl, then shut the lid and flushed it. Eyes closed, she flattened the washcloth against her forehead instead. "I hate you."
Since she couldn't see him, Barry considered it safe enough to smile when she pouted. "I know, I'm sorry. The books say that morning sickness only lasts a few weeks though, so . . ."
Her lashes rose to reveal a sizzling glare directed at him. "Stop talking."
His mouth snapped closed. He sat down on the wide ledge of the tub instead, and pulled her across his lap. When she whimpered, he scooted backward until he was leaning against the wall, and cuddled her into his chest.
"Rest for a bit. When you're ready, I'll carry you back to bed."
Iris yawned and obligingly tucked her head beneath his chin. "What time is it?"
"Not quite six." His voice was hushed and soothing in the shadowed little bathroom. "We still have an hour or so before we have to be up."
"Okay. Gimme a minute, in case it comes back." When Iris yawned again, so did Barry.
"Mmmm. Just say when."
They were both sound asleep within minutes.