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When Cisco got home from work, he noticed the door to their spare room was ajar. He dropped his keys into the bowl in their foyer and ran to the room.
Yep, it looks like she’s been here a while.
“Hey, hey, hey! Woah. Put that down! Take it easy, huh? Don’t you think you’ve put yourself through enough?”
Caitlin turned around.
“Cisco. I’m pregnant. Not injured. I’m literally fine.”
“Literally fine,” Cisco scoffed, “You got in the line of fire in yesterday’s meta attack. And your wrist is sprained, ‘not injured’ my ass.”
“How else are we going to get this nursery done before January?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Cisco retorted, “Maybe we could ask one of the four speedsters that we know.”
Caitlin dropped the box of diapers on the floor to put a hand on her back. She blew at the bangs over her eyes and looked at her husband, annoyed.
“But I want us to be the ones to do it.”
Cisco coaxed her into his arms. It wasn’t her fault that she was officially cooped up on bedrest after yesterday’s fall—which she already grew bored of only after Day 1—three months before her due date. Caitlin made an excellent doctor, but a difficult patient.
“We’ve got time. Go rest, Mama.”
Cisco put his hands over her stomach and bent down. He glanced up for Caitlin’s approval before he lifted up her silky maternity t-shirt stretched against the swell of her bump.
“Hi baby.” He kissed her skin softly. “We know you’re eager to put together your new room, but we’re gonna have to let Daddy do it for you, okay?” He spoke in the softest voice he’s probably ever used in his life.
Caitlin watched him speak with adoration.
“Okay?” He repeated, more sternly, directed at the baby’s mother this time.
Caitlin pouted. “I just wanted to be involved.”
Cisco’s face softened, “I know. Why don’t I set up a camera and monitors in the bedroom so you can watch and help—From a distance. That way you won’t miss out.”
Caitlin smiled, “…I guess that will do.”
“Great, I’ll get on that then.” He pointed down the hallway. “Now back to bed!!!!”