It was a few minutes after seven, and as usual, Olivia found that her parents were late. She was already seated with Aidan and his mother and father. Wally had already flipped through the menu twenty times, and Aidan was looking around nervously. Linda, in contrast, was waiting patiently. Finally, she heard sound behind her, and both her parents came up, sitting down at the two empty chairs. She was mildly surprised to see her father in a button-down shirt and khakis, though from the look on his face, it wasn't much his decision. Olivia smiled at both of her parents, and was glad to see that at least her mother was being congenial, greeting the Wests. She had always been that way, and everyone had always respected her for it; at least, that was what Olivia had been told. From the way Wally and Linda were treating her, though, she could see that she had been told the truth.

"Well, Wally," Ollie said, sitting down. "You still look decent, though you seem to be losing a bit up here." He touched his own silver hair.

"Yeah, well, you seem to be a bit out of shape yourself. That's quite a gut you've got there."

"I earned this gut," he replied. "Not everyone masturbates at the speed of sound."

"Pop!" Olivia hissed. "We are in public, you know."

He waved his hand dismissively. "It's not like no one's ever heard it before." He started to look around. "I'm sure that guy does it. And that guy over there. And him…"

"That's enough, Pop!" she said. She looked around the restaurant, and noted with mild relief that no one seemed to be staring yet. He made a noise in the back of his throat, but he was quiet.

"So, what have you been up to?" he asked her. "And what's with the dinner?" He looked up as the waitress came over, taking orders for drinks. "Coors, and keep 'em coming," he said. He then turned back to Olivia.

She tried not to look too upset; it was going to be hard enough to keep him under control sober. If he had too much to drink, it was going to be impossible. "You might want to ease up a little on the beer, Pop," she said hesitantly.

"You can drive. You won't be drinking." She turned away, looking at Aidan. He was looking at her as well, as he rolled a spoon between his fingers so fast, the metal was starting to bend. "So, what are we here for, anyway?" Ollie asked, as he took his beer from the waitress, finishing half of it in one gulp.

"Can't we just have a nice dinner?" Olivia asked. She got not only a raised eyebrow from her father, but one from Wally, as well. She looked over at Aidan. He had put down the spoon and was tapping his fingers on the table, and he refused to look at her. She sighed. "Let's eat first," she muttered.

"So, how has retirement been treating you?" Wally asked, then dropped his eyes for a moment again. "Besides the gut, anyway."

Ollie waved his beer before taking another swig. "You know, things ain't the same. These second-stringers don't know what they're doing." He had aimed the last comment directly at Aidan. "I mean, Clark's disappeared, Bruce's gone into the shadows and hasn't come out. Diana's god-knows-where. And this whole thing with Zatanna disappearing? You know if it were still the old League, we wouldn't be sitting around; we'd have gone and found out where the hell she went off to. And what the hell's with J'onn? He just up and left."

"I think he went to Mars," Wally said.

"Yeah, well, I always though he was from Mars."

Olivia frowned. "Pop, he's a Martian."

Ollie waved away her comment, and went back to sparring with Wally. Fortunately, the meal passed without much more than verbal battles between her father and Aidan's; unfortunately, it passed too quickly, and neither Olivia nor Aidan had much of an appetite. Her father was on his fourth beer, and even Wally was on his third drink.

"So, what's this place got for dessert?" Ollie asked, looking at a small placard that was in the center of the table.

"Pop, you, uh….you might not really want dessert," Olivia said, steeling herself. I have to do it now, before I back out. They all have to know. "You may not have much of an appetite."

He looked at her over the placard, one eyebrow raised. "Why not?"

Olivia opened her mouth a few times before she managed to get the words out. "Because you were right. There's something that I….well, that Aidan and I want to tell you. All of you."

"Great. I knew it," Ollie said, leaning back, throwing his hands up. "I knew you were going to want to marry him. I knew it."

Olivia cringed. "Well, yes, eventually," she said. Quickly on the heels of that, her voice quiet, she added, "After the baby's been born."

There was a moment of shocked silence, as all four sets of eyes turned first to her, then to Aidan. "What?" Ollie demanded, leaning forward a bit. Olivia had to look away; the look on his face hurt.

"I'm three months pregnant," she whispered.

"Three Months!" Olivia looked up again, but her father wasn't looking at her; he was looking at Wally. "You're just loving this, aren't you?"

Wally tried not to smile, but he failed miserably. "Every nanosecond of it," he said. Olivia cringed. Perfect, now he's pissed and being antagonized.

"Well, maybe if you'd taught your son how to keep it in his pants, this wouldn't have happened," Ollie said, leaning forward, over the table. Olivia noted that his steak knife was suddenly clutched in his right hand. "Maybe if he hadn't abused my daughter. Forced himself on her. Assaulted her."

"Pop, that's enough, Aidan didn't do anything like that!" Olivia argued. "Please, put the knife-" She didn't get a chance to finish before he slammed it point-first into the table. Both she and Aidan leaned back a little. "Pop, please…"

"Olivia, you two aren't even married, what the hell are you going to do with a kid?"

Aidan said something, but his words came so quickly she couldn't make out what he said. After Wally told him to slow down, he repeated, "I-I'd want her to be my wife, if she'd have me."

"A little late for that now, isn't it?" Ollie demanded, leaning over towards Aidan now. "I ought to break your legs for raping my daughter!"

Olivia glared at him; he had crossed the line. She was about to tell him to stop, when he was suddenly thrown back in his chair. Aidan was standing, holding his fist in the other hand, his eyes flashing angrily. It was only a moment later that suddenly everyone at the table was on their feet, trying to keep the two of them apart. Olivia and Dinah finally managed to get Ollie outside, where they finally let go of him. Aidan had managed to say good-bye to her quickly, explaining that he was going to go home with his family and try to break them out of the shock of hearing the news.

Olivia and her parents went home after that, the ride back completely silent. It was a grating, painful silence, and Olivia sat in the back seat uncomfortably, knowing that she had disappointed both of them. That was the worst part of it. Once they pulled up in the driveway, Ollie got out and went silently into the house. Olivia was about to follow, when her mother put her hand on her arm. "How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Okay, I guess. I was hoping he wouldn't be so upset. Aidan was right."

"He cares about you," Dinah said. "And sometimes he expresses that in strange ways."

Olivia smiled. At least one of her parents was trying to be supportive. "Thanks, Mom," she said. "We better go inside before he tears the house apart." She went forward, up the small walk and into the house. She hadn't been there in some time, but it looked the same as it always had. She found her father in the living room, near the phone. He looked up.

"What took you so long?" he demanded. "Never mind. Why didn't you tell us this sooner?"

"I only just found out," she said. "It's not like I would know the next day."

"And what are you going to do?" he asked. "You have no idea how to take care of a baby. And where are you going to live? You can't be walking around the Satellite pregnant."

"I know. Aidan and I have an apartment."

"Yeah," he said sourly. "In LA. There is no way I am letting you raise your child in that city. It's too dangerous. You're going to have to move back in." He was rattling on, his voice dead. "We have to get your room done over again. And we need to make a nursery."

Olivia folded her arms. "Oh, and where in this plan does Aidan fit?" she demanded.

"He can visit."

"No. I'm not going to raise our baby without him," she said.

"Olivia, you're not even married. You're not even old enough to drink. And I don't trust that West kid to take care of both of you by himself. He's liable to get himself killed and leave you alone. You're staying here. At least I know you're taken care of."

"I'm not leaving Aidan," Olivia insisted. "Roy was right; he knew you'd act this way." She only then realized that her father had crossed the room, to lock the front door. He paused for a moment, glaring at her.

"So, you told him, but you didn't tell your own family?" he demanded. "I can't believe this, from my own daughter." He locked the door and turned around, folding his arms over his chest. She knew there wasn't going to be any passing through that door, at least not that night.

"Pop, this is crazy! You and Mom weren't married when I was born. I was four before you got married, and only because you had a hell of a time finding me in the hospital when I broke my arm and they put my last name as Lance instead of Queen."

"That's different," Ollie insisted, shaking his head. "I don't want you to make the same mistakes. I didn't raise you like that."

"You raised me to think and act on my own," Olivia said, somewhat quietly. "I want this. I want to be with Aidan, and I'm glad I'm having his baby. We're going to start a life together."

Ollie snorted. "Yeah, I can just see that. He doesn't take a damn thing seriously, and you think he's going to start now?"

"He already has started, Pop," Olivia put in.

"He seemed pretty spineless at the restaurant."

"He thought you were going to kill him. The last time you saw him, you kicked him out, remember?"

Ollie paused for a moment. "I wouldn't kill him," he finally said. "I'd break his legs."

Rolling her eyes, Olivia said, "And that's any better? Forget it. If you want me to stay here, then Aidan stays as well. If he can't be here, then I won't be here. Stop making my decisions for me!"

"I don't!" he protested. "When you wanted to join the League, did I get in the way?"

"Yes!" Olivia said, exasperated. "Literally! I had to push you out of the doorway."

There was another pause, as he shrugged to himself. "But did I lock you in your room? You were only seventeen then, Olivia. That's too young to be risking your life like that."

Olivia shook her head. "My life was at risk every day since I was born," she pointed out gently. "I am your daughter after all. It wouldn't be hard for someone to hit you hard through me, now, would it? I don't want to be the helpless one here."

"Pregnant, you are. You are staying here, and that's final."

"Pop…"

"End of discussion."

"NO!" She had only expected to make her point clear. Riding on the word was a burst of sound, enough sound to make Ollie grab his ears and turn away, falling to his knees. Olivia put her hand over her mouth; she had a sense of what she had done, but she looked back at her mother, just in case. She was holding her ears as well, looking at her with shock. By then, her father had managed to get to his feet, looking at her.

"What the hell was that!"

"I-I don't know…" Olivia whispered, making certain not to raise her voice.

"I think it's a little late to be talking about this, and we're all tired," Dinah said. "Olivia, maybe it's best if you just…stayed here the night. Sleep on what your father said, and you can make your decision in the morning." The look on her face told Olivia that it wouldn't be smart to argue either point: that she had made up her mind, or that she was not tired.

"All right," she said, still keeping her voice down. "Pop…"

"I'm fine," he said, shaking his head somewhat. "Just…get some rest. I'll see you in the morning, Little Bird."