Title: Telling It
Character/pairing: Barry/Lucas, mentions of Dawn/Cynthia, Palmer
Word count: 737
Author's note: fic_promptly: Author's choice, author's choice, at short notice. Still Melly's.
The thing was, unlike just bursting into a trainer café, boyfriend in tow, the battle tower didn't work like that. Funny enough, for how prone to bursting into places and forgetting to knock, Barry treated the tower–and everything associated with his father–like something sacred. So they hung out in the waiting room, with Barry fidgeting every two seconds, while Lucas read an outdated copy of Trainer's Digest.
After what seemed like hours, the secretary ushered them past the glass doors and in to Palmer's sleek and modern office. Palmer looked up from his papers, looking sleepy and vaguely lost.
"I know this is pretty short notice," Lucas began.
"Is something wrong?" Palmer interrupted.
Lucas never had to wonder where Barry got it from.
"No, we just wanted to visi—"
"Actually there is," Barry cut in.
Lucas looked to him, curious to where this was going.
"Daddy? I wanted to tell you something," Barry said. He took in a deep breath that made his chest look puffed up, like a Honchkrow.
"Yes?" Palmer said. He was leaning away from the piles of various papers on his desk, which were so high they nearly obscured him from view. Lucas had an idea he knew where Barry got his organization skills.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. Now repeat it more slowly," Palmer said.
"Lucas. And. I. Are. Together," Barry said, each word coming out like a separate sentence. Barry looked more vulnerable than Lucas had ever seen him. Like a single frown or look of revulsion could send him toppling over into some dark place he'd never fully recover from. His fists were balled up tight, and he looked about ready to start hyperventilating. Lucas put his hand on Barry's shoulder, a comforting gesture.
"So I hear," Palmer said. He smiled. "Truth be told, I rather expected it."
"S-so you don't mind?!" Barry said. "I mean, we can't have kids and continue the family line, but I bet Cynthia and Dawn would surrogate for us, then we can live all together and raise amazing trainer babies—"
"Whoa, whoa, you're together with...Cynthia and Dawn too?" Palmer said. "It'll take some time to process these...newfangled relationships, but–"
"No, no," Lucas cut in. "They're together, and we're together, but we're not all together. I mean, we haven't even talked about kids, but, uh. I guess we could—"
Leave it to Barry to jump straight into the uncomfortable territory. Lucas cleared his throat. They hadn't even done some of the more...intimate couple things, and Barry was already talking about their future children.
"That's a little early, don't you think? I'm too young to be a grandfather!" Palmer said. He chuckled. "But whatever makes you happy, makes me happy."
"Daddy!" Barry launched himself into Palmer's arms, dragging Lucas along with him. Lucas had come to realize that when it came to Palmer, Barry would always be a five year old at heart. It was a warm triple hug which had him smushed between both Barry and Lucas.
"Now I have two sons," Palmer said, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
Lucas had stayed fairly calm all through this whole conversation, but that made him pull his beret down to hide his face. He hadn't exactly had the greatest father figure in his life.
Palmer patted Lucas softly on the shoulder. "You take good care of him, you hear? He's special."
Lucas cleared his throat. "I'll do my best."
"I'll cancel my next meeting, I think I'm busy with hugs," Palmer said dryly.
"Oh no, it's okay," Lucas said.
"No, it's all right...I should spend more time with my sons, it seems I'm always married to my job and I've already missed so much of your lives."
Just that plural mention made him feel warm inside. And when he looked at Barry, he saw the same expression reflected. Happiness, acceptance, joy, love.
And knowing that Palmer had their back, suddenly it felt like they could take on whatever the world throw at them.