"Cait," she heard someone call out gently to her, prodding her lightly. She tried to block it out, hoping they'd give up. "Caaaaait," the person persisted, this time doing so while caressing her cheek.

She blearily opened her eyes to come face to face with Barry Allen. She groaned, turning away from him and snuggling further in the center of their warm bed. "Go away, Barry. It's too early." She actually had no idea what the time was, but her heavy eyes didn't care.

She heard Barry chuckle affectionately. The bed dipped as he cuddled up behind her, smoothly running his hand up and down her arm. "Come on, Cait. It's Christmas."

"Can Christmas wait a little longer?" she pleaded tiredly. "We were out really late with that satanic meta-human last night."

"But I really want to show you what I got you," he excitedly insisted, nuzzling his nose against the column of her neck, making a chill run up her spine.

"Bartholomew Allen, I am about seconds away from turning you into an ice cube," she threatened, but the threat fell on deaf ears as she felt Barry chuckle against her.

"Come on. Pleaseee," he begged sweetly, peppering kisses along the underside of her jaw.

She turned over to glare at him but was met with big doe eyes and a pout, diminishing her whole resolve in an instant. "Arghh," she let out, frustrated by how his adorableness was such a weakness of hers. "Fine."

His face instantly brightened, bringing out those laugh lines on his face that she absolutely adored. "You won't regret it," he promised, leaning down to steal a short kiss on her lips. "Meet me out in the living room," he instructed before flashing away.

Caitlin begrudgingly sat up and slowly made her way to the edge of the bed, where she took a moment to stretch and yawn out her tiredness.

"You coming?" she heard Barry's voice yell from the living room.

She rolled her eyes at his impatience. "I'm coming, I'm coming," she grumbled, though a small smile surfaced as she thought of Barry's enthusiasm. She found it so remarkable that with all the bad that had happened in their lives, he still found a way to be excited about things and be happy. She's not entirely sure if she'd be able to do the same without him.

Caitlin pattered her way down the hallway that led to their living room but, as she turned the corner, found it empty. She hiked an eyebrow in confusion. "Barry?" she called out, rising on her tippy toes to see if maybe he was in the kitchen, but she didn't see him there either. "Barry!" she hollered again.

The breeze of his running was sensed behind her, throwing her already tussled hair up and over her eyes. "Barry…" she whined, fixing her hair. "Where were…" she started, turning around, but stopped, taking in the scene before her with wide eyes. "Why are you holding a dog?"

Barry's smile was still plastered wide. "It's your dog – or our dog," he said holding the little white husky, complete with a red bow tied around its neck.

Caitlin titled her head to the side, still mildly confused. She felt like she was still dreaming. "You got me a dog?" she questioned skeptically.

"Yeah!" Barry enthused, before noticing her lack of glee. His face soon deflated. "You hate it, don't you?"

"No!" Caitlin was quick to assure. "It's just that – Barry, you're literally running around the city saving lives every day, and I'm holed up in STAR Labs helping you. How are we going to find the time to not only train this puppy, but continue to take care of it?"

"He can stay at the lab during the day – it's not like anyone is going to tell us we can't," he reasoned with a smirk. "Plus, when it's my turn to take him out for a walk, I'll speed right over," he continued to bargain.

Caitlin shook her head. "A dog has no place in a lab, let alone an untrained puppy," Caitlin logically said back. "What if he gets contaminated or gets hurt, or worse?"

Barry sighed as he placed the puppy down on the floor. "You're right," he reluctantly admitted, walking to stand in front of her, grabbing her hands. "You're always right."

She leaned back, studying his face suspiciously. "But…?" she added, sensing there was a 'but' with the way he was acting all sweet.

He shamelessly grinned. "But," he added, "if any two people could do this under our circumstances, it would be us."

"Barry…"

"Come on," he begged. He then stepped away to go and retrieve the dog again. "Just look at this fellow. Tell me you can say no to this face," he said, putting the cute little puppy right up to her face, letting its bright blue eyes do all the persuading.

She melted under the dog's innocent gaze. "Awww, I can't," Caitlin confessed, reaching out her arms to take the dog from Barry. "Hi, little guy," she baby-talked to the dog. "You're just so handsome, aren't you?"

Barry snickered. "Does that mean we're keeping him?" he wondered optimistically.

Caitlin took a moment from cooing over the dog to look at Barry. "You better train him fast, Barry. I can't have a disobedient dog messing with our equipment in the lab."

"They don't call me the Flash for nothing," he boasted with a small puff to his chest.

Caitlin rolled her eyes. "I mean it, Barry."

"I know, I know," Barry proclaimed, sidling up next to the pair, slinging his arm around his girlfriend as he gazed down at the dog in her arms. "So we're definitely keeping him?"

Caitlin leaned her head down on his shoulder. "Why not?" she relented with a shrug. "Cisco would probably love the company, and the dog might actually be useful when it comes to security around there."

Barry chuckled as he went to kiss Caitlin on the side of her head. "You know, we need to name it," he mused. "What about Snow?"

Caitlin scrunched up her nose in disapproval. "Just because the dog is white and my last name is Snow, doesn't mean we're naming him anything of the like," Caitlin said. Barry went to open his mouth, but she interrupted him before he could voice his thoughts. "And that includes my meta-name and abilities too. All off limits, Mr. Allen."

Barry pouted. "Fine," he said sadly. "What about Ollie then?" he joked. "I'd be the only Oliver that actually listened to us. And could you imagine Oliver's face?"

Caitlin snorted. "Funny, but no."

"You could come up with some names too, you know. Instead of shooting all my names down," Barry teased, stepping to the side to hold her from the back.

Caitlin leaned into his embrace, while outstretching the dog in her arms to get a proper look at him. "Maybe we should name him after something in science," she suggested, side-eying Barry as best as she could over her shoulder. "We both can relate to that."

She felt Barry nod against her, agreeing. "I like it. Just as long as it isn't Einstein – that is sooo overused."

"Of course," she quickly agreed. "Oh!" she began excitedly. "What about Mendel?"

"You want to name our dog after the father of modern genetics?" Barry asked in astonishment, laughing lightly.

Caitlin sputtered. "It is my area of expertise," she pointed out matter-of-factly, setting down the dog so she could face her boyfriend, hands on hips.

Barry bit his lip, looking at her amusingly. "I know, Dr. Snow," he let out with mock seriousness, pulling at her hands and drawing her close to him again so that their chests touched. He stared at her with such adoration that she was feeling light-headed.

Slowly they both leaned forward, eyes blinking closed, letting their lips find each other like two opposite poles of a magnet. Caitlin's hands immediately looped around Barry's neck, pressing against it in an effort to lure him closer.

They walked backwards, Barry only slightly stumbling as he tried to find the couch. His knees eventually found it as he fell back, bringing Caitlin down along with him. They both giggled against each other's lips at the action.

As their laughter died down, Caitlin continued to stare into Barry's ocean green eyes. "I love you," she expressed softly and deliberately, hoping he was feeling as loved as she felt. She didn't always show it as obviously as Barry – like this morning – but the love she had for him was seared into her bloodstream, a part of her, forever.

Barry leaned his forehead against hers, theirs noses touching gently. "I love you too," he echoed back, snaking his arms around her stomach, holding onto her just a little bit tighter.

A small bark then forced them back into reality.

Chuckling, Caitlin looked down at the little noisemaker. "Looks like Mendel is ready for his first lesson," she voiced, smirking at the speedster as she got up from the couch.

Barry groaned. "Are we actually calling him Mendel?"

Caitlin looked pointedly at him. "Yes, we are," she stated. "Now, chop-chop," she commanded, "Mendel isn't going to train himself."

A/N: *sigh* I love writing them so domestically. Anyway, I'm going to be posting a new oneshot every day for 12 days. The one-shots won't be connected to each other (unless stated otherwise). Let me know if you enjoyed this in a review, and if you have any suggestions/ideas for other oneshots, let me know! :)