Epilogue:

"Barry Allen, get down here this instant!" Caitlin screeched and there was a flurry of movement and suddenly Barry was standing in front of her.

"Cait-wha-"he paused, taking in the sight before him.

"Oh my god." He mumbled, eyes round with disbelief.

"What happened?" He demanded as he took in their living room. Every surface was coated in a fine layer of paint and Caitlin had worked ridiculously hard to clean it all up but came up short.

"Your four year old daughter happened, Allen," Caitlin hissed.

"Apparently, someone told her she can paint but didn't clarify where she should paint," Caitlin said and Barry laughed.

"Laugh it up, babe, but you're on clean up duty," she said smugly as she handed him a mop.

"Oh, and Barry? No speed," she added and watched in some satisfaction as his eyes bugged out.

"But, that'll take forever," he protested.

"Should've thought about that before you let our four year old loose with paint," Caitlin shrugged before kissing him swiftly and patting his back.

"Get to work babe," she grinned before walking off, Barry uttering useless protests at her as she went.

Several hours later, Barry made his way to the kitchen.

"You're mean," he said dryly and Caitlin couldn't help but smile as she handed him a sandwich.

"But you love me," she deadpanned and he laughed softly.

After getting seated, he ate his sandwich with enthusiasm.

"Where is the little monster?" He asked, having not seen her since earlier that afternoon.

"I sent her to have a sleepover with Uncle Eddie and Aunt Iris, figured we've earned a night to ourselves," she replied and he grinned.

"Sounds perfect, sweetheart," he murmured and kissed her forehead before standing up and disposing his plate into the dishwasher.

"I just don't know how we're going to be able to cope with two speedsters running around," she said and waited for his reaction.

"We'll manage, we always d- wait, two?" He questioned as he looked at her excitedly.

He rushed over to her and placed his hand on her stomach.

"You're pregnant, Cait?" He whispered and she nodded her head, happy tears gathered in her eyes.

"We're pregnant again," she clarified with a beaming smile and Barry picked her up and spun her around, kissing her all over her face.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he muttered and she laughed into his neck.

"I love you too," she murmured once he put her down.

"How long have you known?" He asked.

"About two weeks," she replied softly, smile still present. Six years ago, she never thought she'd be this person, in this happy relationship, surrounded by healthy people who loved her. She wouldn't change one thing about it; not the sleepless nights with her daughter, not the broken bones she endured in her previous relationship, nothing. She loved everything about who she once was because it brought her to Barry and this life.

"I hope he/she has your heart. Like Olivia does," Barry murmured and Caitlin felt warmth bubble up inside her.

"And I hope he/she has your fierce protectiveness and brilliant mind,' she responded quietly, completely at peace with her life.

"Thank you, Caitlin," Barry said softly and she smiled.

"For what?" She asked curiously.

"For this. All of this. Giving me this life and making me the happiest man on the planet. Making me the proud father of a wild four year old," he replied with a chuckle which Caitlin mirrored.

"You are very welcome, babe," she kissed him softly, falling into their old pattern of happiness and love.

Author's note: There you have it! I loved writing this story. I'm pretty sure I'm going to write a sequel so hang around for that if you so wish.