I don't own these characters they are the property of DC/CW.

Special thanks to seiya-starsniper for betaing this fic for me.

Laurel walked up the steps of Nyssa and Sara's brand-new home. The old brownstone stood three stories tall and had plenty of space for the two to settle down. Laurel hoped that a permanent residence meant she would be seeing a lot more of her sister and her almost sister-in-law. Hopefully, she could get a niece or nephew very soon. Laurel rang the doorbell and waited as her sister's' voice can through the intercom.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sara, It's me."

"Hey Laurel, it's unlocked, Nyssa and I are setting up out back," Sara replied.

Laurel sighed at the thought of her sister leaving her door unlocked. Even if the neighborhood they had chosen was down the street from their Dad's precinct, it was still in the Glades and crime hadn't gotten that much better.

Laurel walked through the house and made her way to the back. When she had first taken a tour through the house with the two time travelers and their realtor, it had looked very different. It was so empty with only dark floors and white walls, but now, the house felt more like a home, even with Nyssa's minimalist approach to furniture. The living room was colored with Sara's pastel blue accents, like the throw blanket on the white couch, and Felicity's gift of a Fern, a fine addition on to Nyssa's herb garden.

She walked out onto the deck and was greeted with the sight of Nyssa at the grill with a 'Kiss the Chef' apron.

"You know, you two really shouldn't leave your door unlocked," She said admiring the apron and wondering what Sara did to get Nyssa to wear it. On second thought, no she didn't need to know.

"Well hello to you too, Sis," Sara complained from where she was setting the table, but she put down the plates and enveloped Laurel in a hug, anyway.

"Hello, Laurel." Nyssa greeted, turning away from the hamburgers and allowing Laurel to hug her too.

"Hey," she said "Cute apron."

Sara and Nyssa laughed, now standing side by side, their arms around each other.

"Yes, your sister was quite persistent that it 'would protect my outfit from grease', but I assumed she just wants an excuse to kiss me."

"Like I need an excuse to kiss you," Sara said, turning her girlfriend's jaw to kiss her.

Laurel rolled her eyes and brought out the gift she had bought for the two.

"Here," she said holding out the box.

"You didn't have to get anything for us. Going house hunting with us was a huge help," Sara said.

"No, I wanted to," Laurel insisted.

"Then it is much appreciated, Laurel," Nyssa said.

"Can we open it?" Sara asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yes of course. I know you, Sara, I wouldn't give you a gift and not let you open it right away," Laurel said.

Sara immediately ripped off the paper and Nyssa smiled in anticipation of the gift. Sara finally opened the box to reveal a fire extinguisher and a cookbook.

Sara let out a laugh as she picked up the fire extinguisher and Nyssa smiled as she started to flip through the cookbook.

"We'll definitely be using this, thanks Laurel!" Sara said.

"Especially with Mr. Rory around, although the entire crew does have a tendency for destruction." Nyssa added, "Thank you, Laurel, your gifts will be well used."

"Having met the crew of the Waverider, I thought the fire extinguisher would help, and since you inherited dad's cooking abilities, and that you two would enjoy the cookbook. It has recipes from all around the world by different famous chefs." Laurel said.

Just then, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their other friends and family.

"I'll get it," Sara said, untangling herself from Nyssa. Laurel helped Nyssa finish setting the table as the sound of everyone's voices filled the house.