What if?

Epilouge

*Im very sorry but this will be the last chapter of this story. I know I'm ending it abruptly but I don't want to make it too similar to my other story. I've run out of a lot of ideas for this story. I will finish this chapter and then I'll be focusing on new beginnings and waiting game. I don't think it's good to have three on going stories at the same time. So I sincerely apologize. Enjoy the last chapter of this story.

*3 years later*

(Barry's POV)

I watch the little boy and girl play in the park. I smile to myself. Little Ava and Skylar were very happy three-year-olds. "Hey, babe." I hear. "Iris." I beam and kiss her. Five months into her pregnancy, we had gotten married. It was a stunning wedding, and Iris silently cried during it. Joe cried while he was walking Iris down the aisle. She sits down beside me on the bench. "How was your day?" I ask. "It was good." She says. I stare at her, and she stares at me. I look at her like this every single day. I lean in to kiss her, and she cups my face in her hands and deepens the kiss. "I love it!" I tell her. "I love you!" She says.

When we go home that night, we feed the kids and put them to bed. They've always been so easy to deal with. They never really cried when they were newborns. Iris's labor with them had last five hours. I held onto her the entire time. She nearly broke my hand when they were delivered. I still remember her exhausted but the happy face as she held them after the delivery. Her voice snaps me out of thoughts. "What?" She asks. "Just thinking about them," I say. "About what?" She asks. "They're so little now. I don't want them to grow up." I tell her. She sighs and gets in bed. I climb in beside her. "We never thought we were going to grow up." She says. I nod and smile. I lean and kiss her. "But we always thought of ourselves as young." We laugh. As I fall asleep, I thank god for giving me a wide like Iris.