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“Did you get any paint on the walls?” Iris asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Very funny,” Barry said. He looked down at his paint splatted clothes. “I don’t know, I think purple suits me.”
“It is a nice colour,” Iris said. She stepped into the room, up to Barry. “You know there are much quicker ways to do that.”
“I know,” Barry said. “But I want to do this for them.”
Iris leaned against him, and Barry wrapped his arms around her.
“You know it will be months before we even need a nursery,” she said.
“That just means I have even more time to get it right,” Barry said. “I was thinking a white cot, over there under the window, and we can put a rocking chair in that corner, to sit in with them. My mother used to say it was the only way she could get me to sleep some nights.”
He chuckled quietly and Iris looked up at him, studying him in the way she was so good at.
“You told me about Bart and Jenni,” she said. “But living here doesn’t mean we can’t visit.”
“For a long time I wondered what I would give up for another day with you,” Barry said. “To be able to have that family we talked about. I can live with this. And I still have superspeed, we can visit. We’ll have to introduce them to Wally one day.”
“One day,” Iris agreed.
“Bart and Jenni were cousins,” Barry said. “We have time.”
“Enough time for you to put down the paintbrush and join me for a picnic?”
“Mrs Allen, you have the best ideas.”