Hand in hand, Parker and Barry came to a stop in front of her apartment door. He released her hand to reach in his pocket, retrieving the key he stole, then placing it back on top of the door as it once was. 

"I still think that isn't safe," he said thoughtfully. 

"I know."

"And should the kids get home before you, they couldn't even reach the top of the door," he added. 

Parker shrugged. "Valid point."

Barry smirked proudly. 

Rolling her eyes, she found her own keys in her purse. She wiggled the door open, kicking pairs of little shoes out of the pathway into the apartment. She and Barry left their shoes neatly surrounding the pair already by the door. He felt his lips curve slightly at the sight. 

"What?" she wondered. 

Barry shook his head. "Nothing."

"No, tell me," she laughed. 

"I just... Four pairs of shoes. A family. Ours on the end, theirs in the middle. It's just a little... euphoric, I suppose. It's a visual I never thought I'd see," he explained quietly. "Is that dumb?"

Parker smiled adoringly. "Not at all, Bar."

Barry breathed a soft sigh. He tore his gaze from the shoes when he noticed her hand slip from his shoulder. He watched her walk down the hallway and into one of the three bedrooms contained within it. In her absence, he examined what, in another time, was his apartment. 

More thought was put into the decor, he saw instantly. His Parker never truly made time to decorate or paint the walls or think deep into where all the furniture looked good. She had only moved in and made things look okay. It never bothered anyone. It was just her. Her apartment was a reflection of who she was as a person. 

It seemed the statement stood true for this Parker, too. The 'L' shaped couch in the living room was black, as were the pillows on it. She had previously explained it was easier to buy in black, considering stains were hidden easier. 

"Is your whole house black then?" he had asked. 

"I wanted it to be, but my brother made me add a few splashes of color so no one thought I was totally goth," she had explained. 

What 'splashes of color' truly meant was a white coffee table in the center of the living room and a couple shelves on the wall, showcasing photos of Parker and her children. On the walls, photo collage frames were hung nicely. They were all placed highly, away from the grabby hands of most children.

Beside the faint crayon marks on the coffee table and the two toy boxes sat on either side of the television, one could never guess children lived within the house. It was well kept for having two five year old's. He was impressed that this Parker was a stickler for cleaning. 

Before he could examine the photos along the walls, Parker called his name. He walked to the hallway. She asked him to stop at the end of it, crouch, then close his eyes. After a pleading, "Trust me, Bar," he did as asked. 

"Do as Mommy said, baby," whispered Parker. 

Little squeaks, slippers, hit the hardwood. Unsure footsteps approached Barry as he knelt on the floor. Then, tiny arms wrapped around his neck and a head wiggled underneath his chin. His eyes flew open. A little girl was hugging him. His little girl. 

Barry caught Parker's eye, begging his eyes to stop watering, then wrapped his own arms around the small body of his girl. He was the first to let her go, although it was truly the last thing he wanted to do. He could have stayed hugging onto his little girl for all of eternity, if he had the chance. 

"Evelyn Rory," he whispered. 

She didn't respond, busy digging her fists into her eyes. She yawned, then nodded her head softly. "That's me, Mr. Barry," she agreed. 

"Did Mommy wake you up?" he asked. 

"No, I was brushing my teethies," said Evelyn, smiling wide to show him. 

Barry inspected them, praising her with a high-five. "Evelyn, you have beautiful teeth. You're gonna get a lot of money for those pearly whites."

"Money?" repeated the little girl. 

"Well, yeah. Don't you know about the Tooth Fairy?" wondered Barry, sharing a grin with Parker. 

"Mommy, who's the Toof Fairy?" wondered Evelyn. 

"Why doesn't Barry tell you while he tucks you in?" suggested Parker. 

Barry was granted no time to protest, not that he ever would, because little Evelyn Rory grabbed his hand and tugged roughly on it until he followed her. He stumbled past a smiling Parker, sharing a light touch to her hand. He had no words. 

Every moment he had pent thinking about what it was going to be like holding his little girl, reading her bedtime stories, tucking her in... Somehow, Parker knew. She was allowing his dreams to come true. 

Evelyn Rory clambered into her twin bed. She kicked back the covers, then dramatically let her head hit the Princess Belle pillow at the top. She raised her arms into the air, ready for Barry to tuck her in. 

Barry wiggled the furry blankets and comforter over Evelyn's tiny body. He tucked the blankets underneath her tiny feet, ensuring to give her a little tickle on the bottom of her foot. He laughed when Evelyn squeaked. He tucked the sides of the blanket into her hips. 

"Pooka?" wondered Evelyn. 

Barry's eyes widened. He whipped his head around the room, searching for a cute stuffed animal, he assumed. He stopped panicking when Parker whistled, throwing a plush raccoon at him. He held it up to Evelyn, eyebrow raised. 

"Pooka!" she squealed, hugging the raccoon tightly to her chest. 

"Never seen a love for a stuffed raccoon," said Barry thoughtfully. 

Parker shrugged. "My kids are weird."

Barry smiled. He took a seat on the side of Evelyn's bed. She stared at him from over the head of her stuffed raccoon, fighting to keep her eyes open. She was desperate to learn about the Tooth Fairy, and he knew it. 

"What was I supposed to talk about?" he wondered jokingly. 

"The Toof Fairy!" whined Evelyn. 

"Oh, right," he said, grinning. "Well, Evelyn, there comes a time when everyone's life when those pearly white baby teeth have to fall out."

"My teethies are gonna fall out?" she frowned. 

"Only to be replaced by even better teeth," he assured. 

"Will they be sharp?"

"Sharper than a knife!"

"Really?!"

"No, they'll look like this," said Barry, obnoxiously showing her his teeth. 

Evelyn tapped his front teeth. "I don't want your teethies."

Parker laughed heartily. 

Barry rolled his eyes. "Anyway, losing a tooth might sound scary, but the best part is that you get rewarded for it. Every single time a tooth falls out, you have to remember to put it underneath your pillow."

"Why?" wondered Evelyn. 

"Remember the money I mentioned early? That's what the Tooth Fairy gives you when you leave her your teeth."

Evelyn's eyebrows came together. "How much money am I gonna get?"

"Greedy little baby," chastised Parker. "I think the Tooth Fairy rewards you with a quarter for every tooth, girlie."

"'A quarter'?" whined both Evelyn and Barry. 

Parker raised her eyebrow. 

"My Tooth Fairy gave me a dollar for every tooth," explained Barry. "Don't worry, Evelyn. I'll make sure you get a dollar."

"I'm gonna be rich!" exclaimed Evelyn. 

"That money's going towards your college fund," said Parker, shuffling to her daughter. She kissed her head. "Goodnight, baby girl. Sleep well for tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" wondered Barry. 

"Mommy's taking us to the beach," explained Evelyn. Her eyes widened. "Mr. Barry, come wif us!"

Barry looked to Parker, awaiting a confirmation or decline from her. 

Biting her lip, she shrugged. "If you want to."

"Do you want me to?" he wondered. 

"Only if you wanna," she said. 

"I want you to!" chimed Evelyn. 

Barry nodded, not leaving Parker's eyes. "I'd love to spend the day with you."

"Me, too," smiled Parker shyly. 

Parker started to leave Evelyn's room. Barry stood from the bed to follow, but he wasn't allowed to exit until he let Evelyn Rory place a quick kiss on his cheek. 

"What was that for?" teased Barry. 

"Mommy said you needed it," yawned Evelyn. "Goodnight, Mr. Barry."

Barry didn't respond, in fear of his voice cracking. He simply brushed back the hair on Evelyn's forehead, then clicked off the lamp beside her bed. When he closed the bedroom door behind him, he took a second to slowly run his hands over his face. 

"So?" whispered Parker eagerly. 

All he could do was wrap his arms around her waist and hug her.