Canon divergent. Sara wakes up to an empty bed. She calls Len and, to her surprise, he is partaking in a heist. Even though he promised he would never do such a thing again. Light domestic fluff.

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After washing her hands, Sara exited the bathroom and slid back under the warm comforter. Being twelve weeks pregnant was no fun. Her bladder was like a geyser, ready to set off at any moment and she already was showing a strange preference for food she hates, like died pickles and sprinkled donuts. The pee issue was the worst, though. Thank goodness she woke up when she did or she might have actually urinated in the bed. Leonard would never let her live that down if she had.

"Speaking of Leonard...where is he?" She asked aloud to herself. When she got up to use the restroom, she hadn't been paying attention to the other side of the bed. Her main objective was to pee, but now she realized that her husband was absent from his side of the bed.

Sara rested her hand on her belly and waited. The time on the wall clock across the bed said two-thirty am. Maybe he had just gone to get a glass of water and would be back shortly. She decided to stay up and look for his return. Five minutes passed.

Then twenty.

After a good thirty minutes and change went by, Sara reached over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp. She picked up the cell phone that rested on the hard, wood surface and she hit redial, which was the number to Leonard's own cell phone.

He had some explaining to do.

It took eight rings before he answered and when he did, it was hard for her to hear him. The sounds coming from the cell phone were muffled and distant with huffing and panting, as if he was running. Sara's spine straightened and she spoke. "...Leonard? What's going on? Are you out jogging or something?"

The huffing and heavy breathing continued as Leonard replied, "Well, I suppose you could say that. What I'm doing could be considered a form of exercise."

The sounds in the background had her straining to hear him clearly. "Why would you be exercising at two-thirty in the morning while your pregnant wife is at home all by herself?" She didn't say this because she was scared of being alone. Certainly not. She was just pissed that Len wasn't laying next her so she could cuddle up to him.

A chuckling sound came through the speaker. "Come on, Sara. Don't give me that. We both know that, pregnant or not, you can handle yourself. You're the scariest pregnant woman I know."

Against her wishes, a half grin spread across Sara's features and she ran a hand through her hair. "Alright, you can stop with the flattery. You still haven't told me why you're out-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the familiar sound of bullets going off reached her ears. Immediately, Sara sat up, her previous pleasant, relaxing mood gone and replaced by anger and suspicion.

"Leonard...is someone shooting at you?"

"Depends on your definition of 'shooting'." Now he was trying to change the subject.

Her hands gripped the cell phone and she hissed into the speaker box. "Leonard Snart, you had better not be doing what I think you're doing."

"You might want just want to tell me. I'm not a mind reader, Sara."

Of course he would serve up witty barbs instead of actually answering her question with a modicum of seriousness. Sometimes Sara wondered how she made it through the day not pissed at him. Before she could respond with a scathing reply, another voice came through the phone.

"We gotta get out of here! Should have cased the place a little longer! Who knew you'd get lazy in your old age, Snart!"

Oh, no. Sara knew that voice. It belonged to Mick, and if he was talking about casing a building, it meant that he was in the process of stealing or leaving behind some kind of valuable item.

A car door slammed and another, followed by the sound of an engine starting, tires wheeling. Sara gripped the cell phone in her hand, a very incensed expression on her face. "Leonard, I can't believe that you're stealing again! We talked about this! You said you were going to stop! You have a great job as a security consultant. I run a dojo. Why the hell would you need to go back to doing heists?!"

"Look, honey, I wouldn't have done this if Mick hadn't asked, but he said he needed my help with this one last gig. Shit!"

Sounds of gunshots and the familiar pulse of Leonard's cold gun going off danced around in her ears. Wincing, she held the phone away and waited for a few moments. After a couple of minutes, Len spoke. "Sorry. I had to ice the guy's tires so he couldn't follow us...Sara, are you still there?"

Her patience was up. She had to pee again and she was mad as hell at Leonard for breaking his promise to quit stealing. "We will talk when you get home," she gritted out. Then she hung up on him.

He was so going to get it when he got back.

Unfortunately, Sara wasn't able to stay awake long enough to see her husband arrive. When Leonard got back, he immediately went into the bedroom, intent on calming her down with one of his back massages. (She was always a sucker for his massages. "Leonard Snart, your hands are like magic!" She would tell him, although, she would kill him if he ever told anyone she said that.)

Leonard took off his signature parka and boots, putting them up in the closet. He made a quick change of his clothes and and got in the bed with her, pulling her sleeping body against his own.

He gently caressed the bump on her stomach, a small smile on his face. Even though he was still feeling a little apprehensive about being a father, he knew that, with Sara by his side, they would be the best parents this little baby ever had.

He recalled how angry she sounded to him on the phone earlier. Leonard was not afraid of his wife, of course, but he hated the idea that he may have disappointed her by helping Mick with this job. 'Well, at least she's asleep,' he thought to himself.

Suddenly, Sara half-turned and squinted at him. "Don't think that cuddling with me gets you off the hook, Len. I'm still annoyed with you."

Leonard grinned and pressed his lips to Sara's cheek. "Oh, I'm sure that I'll live," he replied with a little bit of that classic snark in his voice.

"Smart aleck." Sara tried to sound mad at Len, but she couldn't succeed at it. She didn't care what the reason he needed to help Mick with this job was. She was just glad that he was home and in her arms, where he belonged.

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I really like pregnant Sara and sentimental Len. I need to write more of these. :D