I got a lot of mixed responses, so I decided on a small collection of short oneshots throughout the pregnancy! Thanks so much for reading and be sure to check out my tumblr allen-and-snow for lots more Snowbarry and Olicity!

~J.H.

Two(ish) months later.

"Have you decided on a name?" Iris asks, nearly jumping up and down with excitement. Barry smiles at her, so glad that she's still his best friend. After the past few months, he was afraid she would judge her, and not want to be his friend anymore. But, just like always, Iris was the supportive, loving girl he grew up with, and she was still his best friend.

"Not yet," he answers, "But Caitlin likes Danielle for a girl and Grant for a boy." He takes a drink of his lemonade before adding, rather mischievously, "I'm thinking Lily for a girl and Oliver for a boy."

"We are not naming our kid Oliver," Caitlin says from her spot on the couch, but he can hear the smile in her voice. They'd had this conversation a million times before, and Barry couldn't help but continue teasing her about it. He sits next to her, "It would be cute," he argues.

"No, it wouldn't. It would be weird."

Barry laughs, stretching an arm around her shoulders. She leans into him naturally. His hand finds her hair, as it often does when he's looking for something to do. "I still think Oliver would be a great name," Barry announces to no one in particular. This causes a giggle from Iris,

"How'd you afford that ring, Barry?" Eddie asks, walking in from the kitchen and handing Iris a drink. He nods at the snow-white diamond band around Caitlin's ring finger, "It looks pretty expensive."

"Eddie!" Iris slaps her boyfriend playfully on the chest, looking a little embarrassed, but happy nonetheless. Eddie hold up his hands in surrender, laughing. "Don't be rude," Iris says, grinning and allowing him to pull an arm around her shoulders.

Caitlin and Barry both just laugh, too happy to be embarrassed or bothered by Eddie's comment. "I don't understand," Iris says, changing the subject back to the baby's name, "Why would it be weird to name him Oliver. I mean, you've only met Oliver Queen once or twice, right? It's not like you'd be actually naming him after Queen, right?"

"Right," Barry and Caitlin say together. They give Iris a moment to turn away before exchanging a knowing smile at each other. Secrets, Barry found, were much easier to keep with Caitlin at his side.

Three months into the pregnancy.

"I dunno…do we have time to make any adjustments?" Caitlin asks, looking skeptically into her reflection. When Caitlin had tried on the dress a month ago, it had looked better, but her ever-growing belly seemed to change that.

Her seamstress frowns. "What sort of adjustments?"

Caitlin shrugs. In reality, she wants an entirely new dress. Or—even better—a new body. One without the baby bump. Not that she would ever get rid of the baby, she just wished she could look better in her wedding dress.

"It's an empire waist, Caitlin, and it's not very tight. Trust me, no one will notice," Felicity says reassuringly. Caitlin relaxes a little at that—Felicity's ever-flawless fashion sense was easy to trust.

Looking back at her reflection, she decides that Felicity was right. When she and Iris had picked out the dress, they'd specifically chosen one that would look flattering on her no matter what the size of her belly. Plus, she was only three months along. She wasn't showing that much.

Satisfied by Caitlin's silence, the seamstress hands her over to the hairdresser. Joe had volunteered his house for everyone to get ready, so the living room was now littered with various odds and ends from Caitlin's preparation.

Someone knocks at the door. "I'll get it!" Iris shouts from the kitchen, scurrying over to the door. There's flour in her hair, but Caitlin trusts that the cake-baking process was going well. She'd originally wanted to hire a professional, but Iris pleaded with her and Barry, saying she would make the best wedding cake ever.

From her position, she can't see the door, but she hears it open and then Iris's voice says, "Hey! You can't be here! It's bad luck to see—"

In an instant, Barry's next to her. "Hey!" she protests.

"Barry, get out of here!" Felicity joins in, but she's laughing.

Barry gives her a simple, quick peck on the lips, "Are you ready, Cait?"

She can't help but smile, "Ready? Not nearly. I've still got to—"

He stops her words with another kiss, "Not ready for the wedding."

"Ready for what, then?"

"Caitlin Snow, are you ready to get married?"

She looks down at her belly, recalling how scared she was at the beginning. She'd thought this was such a big mistake. She'd thought she was alone in this. Now, she sees the baby for what it really is.

She kisses him again, shaking her head as she pulls back, "What a miracle."

The labor was fairly easy from what the doctors said, and the baby—a boy, named neither Grant nor Oliver, but Joe—was perfectly healthy. Caitlin was taking a well-deserved nap, and Barry was, for the first time, holding his son.

He only had a few minutes before the nurses would come in and take the baby away for another feeding, so he knew these few moments were precious.

He marvels at how small his son was. The doctors and nurses said that he was a healthy weight, but Joe just seemed too tiny to be real. Barry was afraid that he would squish him if he held on too tight. He sits tentatively on the edge of Caitlin's hospital bed, staring at the tiny, pinkish baby that was their son.

"Hey there," he says softly, hoping he wouldn't wake his son nor his wife, "Hey, little buddy, how ya doin?" The baby, of course, makes no indication of hearing him. "I have lots to teach you!" Barry continues, "And lots of stories to tell you! But, first, I'm going tell you the story of a superhero." With his free hand, Barry takes Caitlin's, his eyes still trained on little Joe, "This is the story of the greatest superhero in the world."

The baby seems to smile in his sleep, and Barry plants a kiss on his forehead, "This is the story of your Caitlin Snow."

Thanks for the support! May your lives be filled with much OTP fluff!

~J.H.