Barry's pov

The twins were a few weeks old now and Iris and I were enjoying the bliss of parenthood. Don had become quite the mama's boy, and let's just say; if you wanted me and Dawn to be separate beings; bring your most powerful crowbar. Not that we minded, not in the least.

We were in the Cortex, laying down on our backs with them against our chests in this rare moment of silence,basking in every millisecond of it; for once taking our sweet time, something speedsters rarely do.

Iris and I felt our hearts swell as our newborns cooed and squealed incoherently, but we loved every moment of it. The only time I made use of my speed, -and that was for self preservation and to be able to have more time with my kiddos- was when Dawn pooped on me and, with no exaggeration; if I did not change her in seconds , I would die from the smell. As much as I love my sweetheart, that was the worst smell I've ever smelt; only being able to be cute cause it came from her.

After we resumed our positions, they started smothering us in sweet albeit ticklish little kisses, and it was one of the best feelings I've ever experienced. Fatherhood was something I had wanted for myself and waited for rather impatiently, even prior to becoming a speedster; and now it was finally here. I was thankful that I knew how to be a good father; having learned from my own and Joe; two of the best fathers anyone could ever ask for. I would tell my kids about their Grandpa Henry when the time was right, but they were in great hands, as was I, with their PawPaw Joe.