WestAllen baby names they would pick out?
Sitting at a table at Jitters, almost-closing, Iris looks up from her laptop. “Like, Jurassic World?”
“Yeah. And we could name the girl Blue. Blue’s pretty cute,” Barry points out, sitting across from her. “No?”
Iris lifts both eyebrows. “You want to name our daughter after a velociraptor?”
“I mean, I’m fine with Blue being the boy,” Barry says with a shrug. Flipping through his phone, he tosses out, “Spartacus and Spock.”
“Shits and giggles.” Iris kicks him lightly under the table. “Um, Bumblebee and Hamlet.”
Iris shuts her laptop and levels a challenging look at him. For a second he thinks she’s about to astral project him into another dimension. Then she says, “Luke and Leia.”
Barry beams. “Now you’re getting it! What about Optimus Prime?”
Iris rests her head on a hand. “Babe, we’re having twins.”
“Optimus Prime and Optimus Prime the Sequel.”
Iris closes her eyes. “I can see why you’re a Bartholomew.”
Barry grins. “Sins of the father.” Sliding down his screen, he adds seriously, “Okay, how do we feel about Ethan and Emma?”
“Mm. Better than Optimus Prime.”
“Can’t compare to Optimus Prime the Sequel,” Barry replies. “Jayden and Jayla?”
“Jayla – Star Trek?”
Barry’s chest puffs out in pride. “I love you.”
Iris looks at him and smiles. “I love you, too. We’re not naming out children after Star Trek characters.”
Barry deflates a little but carries on. “Jason and Jill.”
Her tone implies carry on. Barry rattles off, “Danielle and Dallas, Alex and Ares.”
“Ooh.” Iris smiles. “I like Ares.”
“No, wait, that’s Kara’s sister’s name,” Barry says with a sigh. “Alex, not Ares.”
“Sarah and Samson, Brian and Beth?”
“Isaac and Isabella?”
“Mm. Too Twilight.”
“That’s fair.” He reaches the end of the list and makes a small disgruntled sound. “Back to the books.”
Iris reaches out to take his wrist before he takes off. Looking him right in the eye, she says, “Dawn.”
Barry grins. “Yeah? Like – D-A-W-N?”
Iris frowns a little but nods, not seeing his point.
To clarify, Barry slides his phone across the table, letting her see the last pair: Dawn and Donatello.
“Their nicknames are homophones?” Iris asks dryly, but she’s still smiling, and Barry already knows it’ll work out. Yes-he-cheated-and-checked-the-future-but-it-was-an-accident! (The first time). “That sounds like trouble.”
Oh, they’re big trouble. Our Tornado Twins. He can’t stop grinning. “Yeah, no, I totally agree – which is why we just – have to come up with good nicknames.”
Barry scrunches up his nose.
Before he can even open his mouth to make an alternative suggestion, Iris says, “Dar?”
Barry smiles. “Yeah?”
“For Dawn. Dawn Rose,” Iris clarifies, like he hasn’t already known, and it warms his heart to hear her, his Iris, say it for the first time. “Dar.”
“Don and Dar.”
Iris fist-bumps him. “Don and Dar.”
Celebratory cheesecake is so good.
(What’s even better is the night three weeks later when Iris bolts upright and says loudly, “You named him after a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle,” and Barry, cuddling the sleeping week-old twins on the couch, just beams and keeps Speed-purring.)