Barry rarely had the luxury of unwinding for more than a fleeting moment, but today was different. With his child tucked away in their room, the sound of their joyous chatter reached him on the couch, eliciting a gentle smile. The warmth of his family enveloped him, a reward in itself after a day's work. Finally, he allowed himself to recline, even daring to shut his eyes momentarily.

However, his tranquility was abruptly interrupted by an unusual disturbance. The ceiling trembled, prompting Barry to snap his eyes open. Was it an earthquake? No, something else entirely. Suddenly, his child descended through the ceiling, crashing onto the coffee table and leaving them winded. "What—" Barry was by their side in an instant, concern etched across his features. Though there was no visible breach in the ceiling, the shattered coffee table spoke volumes. "Did you... phase through the ceiling?" he asked, studying their bewildered expression. "It's alright, sweetheart. Just breathe. You'll heal in no time." Amidst his mixture of panic and pride, Barry realized: his child was a speedster.