Prompt from Kakashi 316. Barry tells Iris the morning after they spend the night together. Nothing graphic just the morning after they sleep together.
There will not be details.
Barry was with the girl he had loved his entire life, so why was he feeling so horrible. Today should be the best day of his life.
He looked over at Iris, lying beside him on the bed. She looked so peaceful, and he could just see her bare shoulders and her makeup-less face. Iris was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She could be wearing a garbage bag and have a bird's nest in her hair, and she would still be perfect in his eyes. That had always made it harder to not be with her. To him, she had no faults.
He didn't know how long he had been watching her, but he could have done it forever.
"Good morning, Bear." She said sleepily.
"Good morning, Iris." He smiles at her. Barry could definitely get used to this.
Waking up next to Iris was his Heaven. Knowing that his feelings weren't unrequited like he had assumed they were for so many wasted years.
"I'm going to go make you some breakfast and coffee. What would you like?" Barry asked.
"Hmmmm, I'll just go with some cereal." Iris said casually.
"Is that your way of telling me to surprise you?" Barry gave her a peck on the lips then crawled out of bed and pulled on his pants.
"What? No, I just want some cereal." Iris gave him a mock serious look.
"Really, because the Iris I know has never been known to pass on a homemade breakfast, especially one that she doesn't have to make." Barry smirked at her.
"Well, my Barry is a good cook. How could I turn down a homemade breakfast?"
Barry's smile grew, and he went to the kitchen. Her words swam through his head as he heard her get in the shower. My Barry. He wasn't sure why it hit him so hard, she had called him that before. She had called him hers for their whole lives, but now it meant something more. He was officially hers, and it felt good. So, why did it feel so wrong?
He finished up making pancakes almost exactly when Iris came out of the bathroom with her hair still dripping.
"Mmmm. Looks delicious." Iris looked over at him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong." Barry said as he pulled out a chair for her and handed her a plateful of pancakes.
"Yes something is wrong. Oh, you better not be feeling guilty. I swear. We've been dating for a while, we love each other, and you are probably my first boyfriend that my father would not even think about killing." Barry couldn't help but laugh at the last reason she gave. But she also made him realize why he was feeling off. Barry was feeling guilty, it just wasn't about sleeping together. It was because he wasn't being completely honest with her.
Barry sighed deeply sitting across from his girlfriend.
"Uh oh. Serious face."
"Please don't hate me." Iris was suddenly scared.
"What's going on Barry? There is nothing you could say that could make me hate you. You should know that by now." She spoke quickly.
"I haven't been completely honest with you for a while." He began. "I-I really don't know how to have this conversation."
"At the most, I'll be mad at you, but there is absolutely no way that I could hate you, so spit it out. You don't need to be so nervous." Iris assured him.
"I'm the Flash." Barry said simply.
Iris merely stared at him. "Seriously Barry, what's going on? I need to know. You're kind of scaring me now."
"Ok." He nodded his head. He scooped her up and carried her to the roof.
"Ok, um, what?" Iris spoke in short bursts. "Not how I expected this morning to go." She stopped talking for a minute while she tried to slow her breathing. "Not something I was expecting from my best friend." She finally turned around to face Barry. He stood off to the side occasionally glancing at her to gauge her reaction.
"So?" He dragged the word out.
"A little mad you kept it from me, but I'm assuming my dad had a role in that. I'm glad you told me. I mean, you're Barry, it's late or never." She laughed, and Barry relaxed at the sound. It wasn't voluntary, it was just natural. If Iris was happy, things were good.
"C'mon. Let's go eat." Barry walked toward the door, but Iris didn't follow.
"I kind of like being carried at super speed." She said pursing her lips slightly and avoiding eye contact.
"I'll have to remember that." Barry scooped her up in his arms again and took off running.
"Don't forget we promised to go over to my Dad's house for dinner."
"I'll make sure I'm relatively on time for that." Barry smirked at her playful glare.
Barry, true to his word, was relatively on time for dinner. Meaning, of course, that he was only four minutes late instead of ten, and dinner was still in the oven, so he didn't feel too bad about it.
"Hey, son. We're in here." Joe called from the kitchen.
Barry walked in to see his little family sitting around the dinner table waiting for him and for dinner to be ready.
"Hey guys." He sat down in between them in his normal place.
Joe looked back and forth between his two kids before settling his gaze on Barry.
"Just know, if you take as long to propose to her as you did to tell her you love her or to ask her out, I may have to beat you, son." He said completely deadpan.
Barry pulled out his wallet and handed twenty bucks to Iris.
She looked at her father's disapproving gaze. "I said you would mention us getting married in less than sixth months, he gave you a little more credit than that."
"Define soulmate for me." Joe rebutted.
"A noun meaning a close friend who completely understands another, or a person who had the same beliefs and opinions as another person." Barry practically recited.
"Thank you diction-Barry." Iris laughed at her boyfriend.
"Diction-Barry?" He questioned.
"First thing that popped into my head." She defended.
"Ok." Barry laughed and leaned over to kiss her as Joe watched his kids with a smile on his face.