A/N: Day 7: Public Sex Sunday. In this last part, we're still on Earth 2. Iris and Barry return to work with one thing on their mind. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review. Thanks, everyone!

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Chapter 7: Everything

CCPD, a week later:

After the chaos, fear and confusion of the past week, the city had quieted down. The meta-humans that caused the serious damage were now on the run, at least that was what the police thought, but they would be caught sooner or later.

Iris was at the house that morning in their bedroom staring into space. She slowly sat down, still in shock, as she lifted her hand, stared at the blue positive test strip, that indicated that she was pregnant. She blinked, shook it again, but it still read positive. I'm pregnant. She put her hand over her mouth, shook her head, still not quite believing it.

Looking back over the past week, she couldn't ignore the signs anymore: her missed period; the headaches; mood swings; exhaustion; it all added up. She knew exactly when it had happened too. She pulled out the drawer in bedside table and looked at her calendar organizer, and sure enough, it happened on their second honeymoon or anytime really over the past two weeks. Of course, she wasn't surprised. It's a wonder we survived at all. We couldn't keep our hands off each other let alone take time to do much else. She chuckled. I guess some things never change. She put her hand over her stomach. "Oh, Barry." Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

Barry meanwhile, had arrived at CCPD expecting to see his wife and to talk to her about this new influx of meta-humans. He had to tell her everything and he dreaded it, but he had promised her he wouldn't keep anything from her. He looked around the station and she wasn't there. He checked her office, the evidence lab, his office, but she wasn't there. He asked her partner, but he said he hadn't seen her all morning. Where is she? He finally called the house and Iris answered. Then she told him she was fine, and that she needed to see him as soon as he could get away. He immediately left the station and all kinds of thoughts entered his mind. Maybe she was pregnant, or maybe not. I do want a child; a child with Iris, my beautiful wife.

When he entered the house, he called to his wife, "Iris, I'm home, where are you?"

"I'm upstairs!" Iris cried and tried to pull herself together. She threw the test strip in a drawer, went into the bathroom and threw cold water on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror and groaned, and then she grabbed a brush and tried to look presentable. He's going to think something's wrong. Just look at yourself.

"Iris, honey!" Barry called as he entered the bedroom. He walked into the bathroom and his heart turned over. Was she sick and hadn't wanted to tell me over the phone? He saw her face then and his heart fell to his knees. Something was terribly wrong.

Iris looked up at his concerned face and it tore at her heart. The tears came again. Damn hormones are going to make me crazy. "I'm fine, Barry," she managed to get out between sniffles and wiping at her eyes.

"What's wrong; why are you crying?" Barry was so worried. He brought her into the bedroom. He sat down and pulled Iris into his arms. "Has something happened?" Could she have heard about the powerful meta-humans?

"Give me a minute," Iris said and sighed. She closed her eyes, put her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest trying to get control of her emotions. She breathed in his unique scent ... fresh air, cologne, and ... Barry. She took another breath and smiled again, happy he was home.

Barry could feel her relaxing and he pulled her close waiting for her to speak. She'll tell me when she's ready.

"I'm alright now," she said and pulled away and looked into his face. "I have to tell you something," but she hesitated not knowing where to begin.

Barry didn't know what to think, but then he had a thought. "You want us to leave Central City, is that it? I know you're worried about me and after the way your Father died, and I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to move away," he stopped when he saw her smile.

She touched his lips to stop him from speaking. "No, no, Barry, that's not it at all. I know you love it here; your parents are here and I know how important they are to both of us. Besides, you need them and they need you." She touched his cheek. "I'm very, very proud of you, proud of what you've accomplished and will in the future."

Barry was so relieved. He didn't want to make a choice, but if he had to, Iris and their life together would always come first. "Then, what is it? Are you ill?"

"No, no, that's not it." She paused again then took his hands in hers. "A miracle has happened." She paused, eyes watering. "Barry, I'm pregnant," she said and suddenly realized he had the same expression as when she had told him she would marry him ... shocked and deliriously happy at the same time.

Barry was stunned, if only a little. "What did you just say? I'm hearing things. Did you just say?"

She laughed. "Yes; you heard right. I'm pregnant." She threw her arms around his neck. "It's really true."

"Really? You're pregnant? Oh, honey, that's wonderful news." He stood up then pulling her to him as he kissed her ever so sweetly. "Are you sure? I know we planned this, but I never expected it would happen so soon."

"Neither did I, but I took a home pregnancy test twice. It's a miracle, Barry. We're going to have a baby," she smiled as the tears welled up again.

"You're the miracle, Iris. I love you so much," Barry sighed holding her face between his palms as he leaned down and kissed her again tasting her tears, as a few seeped through his lids as well.

"I love you too," Iris said between kisses, thinking of the future; it was a true miracle; they were truly blessed.

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A week later:

Standing on his parent's porch, waiting to enter the house for dinner, he took his wife's hand. "Are you ready for this?"

She chuckled. "Barry, come on now, Nora pretty much predicted it would happen on our trip and sure enough; it did."

He took a deep breath. "Here goes." He rang the bell and his Father opened the door.

"Barry, Iris, come on in," Henry said and gave them each a hug and a kiss. "Mom is in the kitchen."

"Thanks, Dad," Barry said and went into the living room. "What's for dinner?"

Henry frowned. "The usual, fried chicken, vegetables, salad, nothing too extravagant." He watched his son closely. "Is something wrong?" Then he thought about it. "Any news about the bombings; are we at risk? I mean, we do live within the city's limits."

"No, no, Henry, it's nothing like that," Iris replied, hoping to reassure him.

Just then, Nora came into the living room, wiping her hands with a dishtowel. "Oh, good, you're here; dinner is almost ready."

"Hi, Mom," Barry said and went to give her a hug.

"Hi, Son," Nora said, eyes on Iris. They stared at each other. Nora cocked her head to the side, and then she knew; she just knew. She looked wonderful, and yes, she was glowing. Her throat closed up. "Iris?"

Oh, oh, Iris thought; she knows. "Nora, how are you?" Iris asked and came over and hugged her close. Both ladies had tears in their eyes, and the hug went on a moment longer.

Henry glanced at his Son. Barry raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

Nora pulled away. "How are you feeling; any morning sickness yet?"

"Umm," Iris muttered, a bit stunned by the question.

Barry stood there wide-eyed. He glanced at his Father out of the corner of his eye. Henry shook his head then slapped Barry on the back. "Congratulations, Son," Henry said and gave him a tight hug.

He hugged him back. "Thanks, Dad."

"Come on, everyone, take a seat, and Iris and I will bring in the food," Nora said.

Once in the kitchen, Nora watched her daughter-in-law closely. "You didn't answer my question. Are you feeling alright? The first three months are the hardest."

"I'm alright; it's the exhaustion that's difficult to get through. I just want to sleep."

"Well, just remember to eat and rest when you can. Have you been to the doctor yet?"

"Yes, I have and I have my pre-natal vitamins," Iris replied inwardly smiling at her questions. Her eyes watered truly grateful to have her in her life.

Nora noticed the tears. "Iris, what's wrong?"

"I was just thinking of my Mom; I can barely remember her," Iris admitted and dabbed at her eyes with a towel.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm here if you need me," Nora said and gave her a hug.

Iris was truly touched. "Thank you, Nora; it means a lot."

She helped her with the food. "Come on, you'll feel better once you eat."

Iris was definitely hungry; she chuckled and said, "I think you're right."

After the food was on the table, and everyone was seated, holding hands, heads bowed, then Henry began a prayer:

Thank You, Lord for blessing us with this food and bless the hands that prepared it. We thank You for always providing for our needs. And Lord, guard and protect Iris, our beautiful daughter, and fill her heart with longing and expectation, as it draws closer to her time of delivery, and instill in her a sense of wonder and awe at the miracle of life that is being formed within her body. Amen.

"Amen." Iris and Barry smiled at each other, becoming emotional; he squeezed her hand.

"Let's eat!" That was Henry.

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About a month later:

Iris had read up on being pregnant, hormones, mood fluctuations, but the one thing that had her going insane was how much she just couldn't keep her hands off of her husband. Sitting in her office, she watched him talking to another CSI. They had hired another one because of these new meta-humans who always coming forward, as if they were endless.

Barry was always busy, working late and they hadn't had time to have a little alone time in nearly a week. Plus, the fact when he did make it home, she was so tired that he didn't wake her. She understood; she did need her rest.

Now there he was looking so good; she licked her lips and tried to concentrate on paperwork but she couldn't do it. After Barry had moved down the hall, she stood up and followed him.

She glanced behind her and they were alone. "Hey you!"

He turned and Iris was there and she had that predatory look on her face. "Hey yourself!" He'd seen that look before and knew what he meant. He'd also read up on pregnancy hormones and so he braced himself because he knew what was coming. He thought he was prepared when Iris threw her arms around his neck and kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

"You smell good," she murmured kissing his throat. Her lips returned to his and he kissed her back for a few minutes. Her lips flew across his cheek to his ear, then down his throat again. He glanced down the hall.

He managed to talk. "Iris, now, we can't do this here; someone," he couldn't finish because Iris was kissing him again. He gave up; while she was occupied while kissing his throat, he slowly moved down the hall and found the storage room, but it was also a sick room with a sofa, and it could be locked from the inside.

Once inside, he locked the door; Iris was still kissing him. Clothes were removed pretty quickly, but not all of them. Iris moved over to the sofa and hiked up her dress, and slipped off her panties, blouse and her bra. Her breasts were exposed; they had gotten larger and more sensitive, or was he imagining it. He licked his dry lips; unzipped his pants and moved them down his legs. His boxers were moved down and his erection popped out. Iris licked her dry lips. Her legs were spread wide apart.

"God Iris," he whispered then he was on top of her kissing her like a starving man. "I've missed you so much."

"Stop talking," she said. Her hands lifted her breasts waiting for his mouth and hands. Barry was only too happy to oblige. He sucked and pulled and Iris held her tongue although she wanted to scream it felt so good.

They needed to make this quick before someone came by and wanted to come in. Then he slipped his fingers inside her heat and she was hot and slick with desire. He kissed her deeply to keep her quiet. He had to taste her and he did. Moving down her and then he was there and Iris had to bite her lip to keep from groaning out loud. Her back arched loving it, but if he didn't come inside of her she was going to scream out her frustration.

"Now, Barry, now!" She panted and tried to pull him up.

Then he was inside of her and they both sighed with bliss so happy to be together like this. He moved inside of her slowly at first but then Iris wasn't having it.

"Give it to me," she whispered in his ear. His head buried in her neck, he realized how soft and pliant her flesh felt when he was inside of her. He read about this and the feeling was amazing, incredible and he never wanted to leave her body. Lost in his musings about that, he realized that Iris was coming and then it happened. They both came at the same time, and then he kissed her passionately, both savoring the moment, filled with the love that sustained them and made them whole again.

After a few moments, he collapsed against her chest. She kissed his forehead. He was still inside of her. "I can't move," he whispered, and I don't want to, he thought.

"Then don't," she said as if reading his mind, and smiled when he pulled away.

He smoothed and stroked her hair and then his hand moved down to her stomach. "How's the little one?"

"Still little, but we should hear a heartbeat within the next few weeks," she replied smiling.

"And then we'll find out if it's a boy or a girl?" Barry asked getting even more excited.

"I don't think we'll know that until the second trimester," she replied.

"Oh, Okay, but I know it's a boy," he said, sure of it.

"A boy huh, well, I think it's a girl," she said smiling.

"A girl; a beautiful replica of my wife? I can live with that."

She smiled. "Me too."

A little while later, they got dressed; lucky for them there was a small bathroom next door, so they got cleaned up and headed back to work.

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Eight months later:

Nora and Henry peeked their head's inside Iris's room and there she was in bed holding her daughter. Barry was in a chair holding his son.

Nora put her hand over her heart. "Oh, there they are, my beautiful grandbabies!"

"Here you go, Mom," Barry said and handed his son to his Mother. "His name is Donald 'Don' 'Wallace' Allen. Take a seat, Mom."

"Henry, here's your granddaughter," Iris said and handed her daughter over to Henry. "Hold her head just so. Her name is Dawn 'Jae' Allen."

"Oh, Iris, she's beautiful," Henry said and smiled at his granddaughter. He sat down next to his wife.

"Such good babies," Nora said and kissed her grandson's little head.

"Well, Iris did just feed them," Barry commented. Barry sat down next to her and pulled his wife into his arms. Her head on his chest, he whispered. "Are you Okay?" He asked his wife.

Her eyes were getting heavy. "A little tired," she replied and relaxed against him. He glanced at his watch; Iris saw it, and then, she whispered, "Don't you dare leave me."

"I won't; never, never, never!" He raised her chin, and then he kissed her ever so sweetly.

The end!

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Song Inspiration: I Need You, Alicia Keys.

A/N: *sniffles* I wanted to thank the mods over on Tumblr for setting up the second annual smut challenge for our favorite OTP, Westallen of the Flash. I had a blast writing Earths 1 and 2, each with unique challenges; the prompts fit perfectly. I only want the best for both couples. Thanks to my readers for taking this rather odd journey with me. Until next year? And please leave a comment; I want to hear from you, my readers! Thank you so much!