36 and... ┴┬┴┤( ͡° ͜ʖ├┬┴┬ ...SuperFlash
It's all Barry can think as he holds his little girl. She's tiny, so tiny that he's almost afraid to touch, but he cannot even imagine putting her down. Her fingers curl around one of his, and he cannot breathe.
"She's perfect." It's a choked whisper, and a normal person might not be able to hear him. Luckily, his wife always does.
Kara smiles at him, and maneuvers herself carefully under his arm, bringing one of hers up to support their child's head. "She is. We did it, Barry." She rests her head on his shoulder. "We did it."
Hours of labor. Months before that of wondering if it's even possible, if a Kryptonian and a metahuman could successfully have a child together.
And so far, she seems normal. (Knowing their luck, she'll by flying before long, but that's okay. They'll handle that when it comes.)
"We did. Together." He drops a kiss to the top of her head. "Kara, I..." He trails off. There are no words for this. For the miracle in their arms. So he simply draws in a breath, soaking the moment in. The noise of the hospital fades away, until there is only this. Only them. His wife. His daughter. (They still have not managed to agree on a name. He desperately wants to call her Esther, and Kara is fond of Allura.)
The rush of wind is a surprise.
In front of them, flushed red and hair in disarray, is a young woman. She is the spitting image of Kara, but her nose...
Deep inside, he already knows where this is going.
"Um, hi!" She gives an awkward wave. "I'm Allie, and I need your help. I think I broke..." A pause. "Time."
He looks down at the girl still in his arms and sighs. "I'm guessing you get that from me."