Harry had been wrong, so very wrong, to assume his son would be easy to handle. He hadn’t exactly accounted for the kid inheriting your spider abilities.

With a long, exhausted sigh, he craned his neck up at the ceiling where the baby hung upside down, giggling like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Alright, bud,” Harry muttered, “let’s come down before gravity does its thing, yeah?”

“Need a hand, Harry?” Cisco called from the doorway, amusement dripping from his voice.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Ramon,” Harry gritted out without looking at him, “I do not need your help.”

Still, he kept one wary eye on the ceiling, silently praying the baby would be back in his arms before you and Barry returned from the mission. If not… he was never going to hear the end of it.