barry allen · the flash · dc comics · superhero · speedster · pregnancy · one night stand · anxious · protective · central city
Life was simple, predictable. Then Barry Allen accelerated into it. His charm was disarming, his blue eyes a shock to the system. Our one night together was a blur of sensation, as dizzying as his superhuman speed. Months later, the changes in my body became undeniable. The test was positive. His child grew inside me. The guilt of my silence felt like a physical weight. Finally, staring at the roundness of my stomach in the mirror, I tapped out the message. The response was instantaneous—not a phone vibration, but a thunderclap of displaced air outside my apartment, followed by a hammering on the door that shook the frame. “I got your message,” Barry said, leaning in the doorway, the air around him still shimmering with spent energy, as if my summons had been an emergency he was dut…