A/N: The last of 'em. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading. :)
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She Said Always
Barry watched her, waiting. From her shocked expression to her quiet gasp to her soft smiles to the cracked sound her voice made when she said his name, he had felt fairly good about what her response might be. And yet, several moments later, Iris still stared down at him, having not said a word.
It was time to take action.
"I…uh…" he cleared his throat. "I just feel like right now is the right time."
"Yes," Iris whispered, eyes sparkling with the joy she was feeling.
But Barry didn't hear her.
"I mean," he continued. "I've loved you since I was eleven. Really, since…before I knew what the word love meant. That love…it's only grown more over the years, and since we started dating, it's just gotten more intense, and I just really feel like we're at the place where we can take this step, you know?"
"Barry," she tried to interject, but he still didn't register it.
"I know maybe you think the timing is off because of Savitar—"
"Barry!"
He stopped, looked up at her, and blushed rapidly.
"What?" He cleared his throat again.
"Shut up," she said with a brilliant smile on her face. "I'm trying to answer your proposal."
His jaw dropped, so she got to her knees in front of him, dropped her flowers and cupped his face in her hands.
"Always, Barry Allen," she said, her eyes pouring into his with all the love she held deep inside her. "I will always, always want to marry you." Barry grinned unashamedly. "I say yes. Yes, a hundred times, yes, I will marry you."
She nuzzled against him and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"I love you," he murmured, and she silenced him with a more passionate kiss.
"Put the damn ring on my finger, Flash." She pulled away, the stars still sparkling in her eyes. "I want to know what being the future Mrs. West Allen feels like."
All delicious shivers and happiness threatening to explode, Barry took his Iris's hand and slid the ring onto her finger.
"Mrs. West-Allen," he whispered, and he couldn't stop grinning.
He looked up at her and found her still smiling gaze.
"Your Mrs. West-Allen." She brushed her nose against his. "Always."
"Always?" he whispered, and she couldn't tell if he was in awe or unsure of her.
She pulled back to look at him.
"Barry Allen." She shook her head, smiling.
He said nothing, and she knew then it was awe, not uncertainty that shone on his face. She ran her thumb along his chin and bit her bottom lip.
"How could I not?"