Barry Allen Imagines

Breakfast

You heard music coming from down stairs and clanging of plates and pans. Barry wasn't in bed. He must be making breakfast or something. "Barry?" You called out from the stairs of the apartment you shared.

Then you saw it. You saw your husband Barry Allen down stairs in the kitchen dancing.... IN. HIS. BOXERS. Now you can say you've seen it all. You actually found it pretty hot.

"Oh my lord." You laughed and covered your mouth as Barry was flipping pancakes not seeing you yet. "Hey Barry?" You said again. "Oh hey sweetheart! Wh-what you doin up so early?" He asked speeding waffles.

"Well it's 8:30. I'd hope I'd be awake by then." I smiled and walked up to him. "What's all this?" I asked looking at the food. "Well I know how stressed you've been with the my little baby princess in your stomach and work and having to handle me too. So I thought I would give you a break." Barry said looking at your pregnant stomach. "Aww thanks sweetheart." You kissed him sweetly on the lips. "So do you want any of this?" Barry asked.

"Uhm yes. And some of the food too." You giggled and kissed him. "I saw your little dance routine down here. It's pretty impressive." You smiled. "Oh really?" Barry asked embarrassed. "Oh yeah. It was sexy too. Really bringing it huh." You scoffed and hit his shoulder as he laughed. "But I have to say, you in your boxers and your button down dress shirt has to be the most beautiful sight I've ever seen." you smiled at him. "Oh well seeing you with that pregnant stomach of yours makes you look amazing." Barry patted your stomach lightly. "You did it to me." you smiled and walked away. "That's right." Barry laughed and kissed you.

"How are you feelin?" Barry asked rubbing your back as you attempted to sit down with my huge stomach. "Pretty good. She hasn't been kicking too much lately." you smiled up at him as he pushed your chair in. "That's good." Barry kissed your cheek. "I'm really tired I don't know why I woke up." You laughed. "Oh really? You probably realized your dashing husband was making his sweetheart of a wife some breakfast." Barry smirked. "Maybe." You smiled.