Note to the guest who left that very negative review:

Please stop reading my story thank you. Or at least read it properly. I am referring to the note at the beginning of chapter 3 which clearly states that this is not a fic for people who can't deal with the fact that Felicity is not perfect, and stories portraying her as the flawed and highly problematic character she is. Also, it clearly states that this is a Canarrow which means Oliver/Sara fanfiction. So, I'm really not sure why you read parts of a fic that doesn't even have Felicity mentioned as a character in the description, insult the main characters of this story and don't even take the time to actually properly read it, referring to chapter 5.

And here's an Arrowverse history lesson for you: Felicity was the one who behaved inappropriately while Oliver was in a relationship with Sara in season two. It is not okay to ask a guy to call you his girl, while he not only has a girlfriend but said girlfriend is in the same room with you. Oliver only started to look at Felicity once Sara left. If a woman breaks up with a guy the way Felicity did Oliver she loses every right on ever getting him back or any type of girlcode their might have been. And again Sara was with him first given your logic she has first dips, no actually Laurel does. Felicity called Sara her friend but put the moves on Oliver while he and Sara were in a relationship. So I'm not sure why you claim that Sara is the bad friend.

Here's a tip that will make your life so much easier; if you don't like the pairing don't read the story. It's a very simple concept that I use every day. Plus, it's a lot easier for you than me because there are countless Olicity fics out there yet only a handful for Canarrow so please just leave us alone. If you feel the need to leave these types of comments at least have the guts to not do it as a guest but with your username.

I hope you have a great day and something amazing happens to you so that you no longer feel the need to try and ruin other people's days and to insult the countless hours of energy and work they put into their stories.

Chapter 7; On and on I wonder what went wrong inside my head I second guess myself to death

Lyla;

Lyla hadn't been able to get the conversation she's had with Johnny, Sunday night, out of her head for days. It had taken them almost finishing dinner and Sara running off to go play for Johnny to finally tell her something about Oliver that she found troubling. Their friend's highly strange reaction when Johnny had mentioned their daughter. This was by far what worried her the most about everything her husband had told her. She could understand and relate to most of Oliver's actions, even if Johnny couldn't. But his reaction to their daughter had kept her up at night. She knew how much Oliver loved their little girl. He was always happy to see or hear about her. He had even come over more often to spend time with Sara after he gave up William and Felicity had ended their engagement. Her daughter had the ability to get Oliver to relax and not only smile but laugh. So why would this have changed in the last five months?

So, Thursday morning, after another restless night, she concluded that enough was enough and decided to pay the man, responsible for her lack of sleep, a visit after she got his new address from Laurel.

What she hadn't expected was the small blonde opening the door, or said blonde telling her that Oliver was out grocery shopping but that he should be back shortly. And added with a firm voice that she was welcome to come in and wait for him but that she was to stay at least six feet away from her at all times and there was no touching her. She clarified that it was for Lyla's own safety. Lyla had agreed and followed Sara into the apartment and to the kitchen where Oliver's… roommate… girlfriend… was chopping apricots.

"Why don't you sit at the table. It's far enough away and adds another layer of safety between us. Would you like something to drink?" Sara turned towards her with a questioning look.

Lyla did as she was instructed and sat down at the end of the table that put the most possible amount of space between them. She was highly confused though. Not because of Sara's safety rules, no, because the former assassin's behavior today was in complete contrast to the one she had heard about from last Sunday. Sara was keeping her distance, but she wasn't withdrawn or mum. She was actually a decent hostess and did a fair amount of talking.

"A coffee would be nice, but only if it's no trouble." She smiled warmly at her.

"No trouble at all. Just give me a minute." Sara turned away from her and prepared her coffee. "Here you go, there's milk and sugar on the tray, I don't know how you drink it yet." Sara put a tray with her cup of coffee, a teaspoon, the mentioned milk and sugar and some biscuits on the table between them.

"Thank you. These biscuits look delicious, where did you get them?" She gave the blonde another warm smile.

"I made them. Ollie does most of the cooking. I do all the baking." Sara had turned back to the counter and her apricots. "I'm making an apricot pie right now."

They spent the next couple of minutes in silence. Lyla didn't know what to say. She and Sara had never spent any time together, so she wasn't sure what to say or how to act around her. And the blonde didn't seem to be bothered by her presence or silence.

"I'm sorry that Sara and I weren't able to join you guys last Sunday." It felt strange to refer to her daughter by her name while talking to the woman they named her after. It was the first thing that sprang to her mind. She wasn't sure why. Probably because of all the time she had spent thinking about Oliver, and her daughter, and the previous Sunday during the last couple of days. "I know she would've loved to see Oliver again and finally get to meet you." The brunette continued.

"It's fine, really." She could see the other woman's hands were shaking at her sides. And she noticed that she seemed to struggle not to cry, taking very deep breaths in order to calm herself.

Lyla noticed the sudden change in the blonde's demeanor, and it worried her to no end. This was strange, the same strange that Johnny had told her about and that had brought her to be in their apartment in the first place. She had to hold on to the table to keep herself from rushing over to the distraught woman and folding her into a comforting hug. But Sara had made the rules, to her staying here waiting for Oliver, very clear when she let her in. And keeping the physical distance between them was rule number one, according to Sara.

"Sara, what is it?" She tried to convey as much compassion and comfort in her voice as possible to make up for the lack of comforting physical contact. How did she end up in this situation? She didn't know Sara nearly well enough to know how to act in a situation like this. Or how to comfort her. The blonde seemed to be the type of woman that doesn't get emotional easily and won't break down in front of practical strangers. She didn't know what she was supposed to do given the list of rules Sara had given her, but she knew Oliver would never forgive her if he came back while Sara was crying, and she was just sitting here doing nothing.

"It's okay… I'm okay,… I'm okay…" She sounded less and less convincing the more she was repeating the words and her voice seemed close to breaking towards the end. Lyla knew an emotional breakdown when she saw one and Sara was only a hairsbreadth away from breaking.

"Sara, I'm going to slowly walk over to you now, okay? And then I will reach out and touch your arm." She then proceeded to do what she had told the younger woman and carefully moved towards her. Ensuring that she wasn't making any sudden movements. Lyla softly put her hand on Sara's arm once she was within reach. This led to Sara finally looking up and Lyla found herself trapped in ocean blue eyes that were swimming in tears and conveyed more pain, sorrow and despair than she had ever seen on anyone before. Her breath hitched, and she didn't know what to do. She wanted to look away but was incapable to do so. The look in her eyes was too old for a 28-year-old. She didn't know how long they've just been standing there looking into each other's eyes until Sara closed hers for an instant before reverting them again. Looking away from her and taking another deep, shuddering breath.

"I'm pregnant."

Lyla wasn't sure if she had heard right and reflexively dropped her hand from Sara's arm from the shock of the revelation. Waiting for her to continue but she didn't, she just kept on staring past her. Lyla turned around to see what she was looking at and noticed that the entrance door was right in Sara's view. Was she hoping Oliver would walk through it? Was she trying to summon him by sheer force of will? She hoped so and that it would work. She was in over her head right now. What was she supposed to do or say? Why would Sara tell her that? They barely knew each other, so why would she confide in her and not her sister or father.

"I… ahm… okay… I'm not sure…" She turned silent again, not knowing how to proceed or what to say.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. I don't expect you to. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spring this on you. I just… I just needed to tell someone that's not Ollie and you're the only person, besides my mom, I know has been through this so… telling you seemed to make sense. Besides, you named your daughter after me for some reason. I really don't know why or what I've done to deserve that honor. Ollie's told me a lot about her. She brings him so much joy." Sara's voice was still shaky, but she seemed to have gather some of her composure and there was a tiny smile that graced her lips when she mentioned the joy her namesake brought Oliver.

"I'm sorry. I did not expect this. My reaction was probably not what you needed. Of course you can talk to me about the pregnancy. I'd be happy to try to answer any questions you have." She regained her composure too. And chastised herself for the way she's been behaving from the moment Sara had opened the apartment door. She was the head of ARGUS for crying out loud. She should be better at this. An amateur would've managed a better job than she did.

Sara gave her a grateful, brief smile.

"Thank you. I've been reading up on things. Like what to eat and not to eat, but there are a lot of differing opinions on the matter. So, I was just wondering what did you eat and how did you behave during your pregnancy? Sara's a healthy and happy child from what Ollie told me, and there's a lot of literature on how a woman's emotions or stress and environment can have a negative impact on the baby, how… how did you… I don't… I don't want that for the baby. I don't want it to get all this baggage because of me… to end up messed up because I am, but I don't know how… how can I stop worrying? Were you stressed or worried during your pregnancy? How can I keep my emotions from affecting the baby? How did Sara turn out to be such a joyful child, what can I do to make sure that this baby will be a happy child too?" Lyla could feel her heart break during the mother-to-be's ramble and Sara looked at her with such fear and despair and she didn't know what to tell her. How to comfort her. But she knew that she wanted to. She wanted to ease her fear and pain more than anything. She looked so lost and fragile and it reminded Lyla of just how young she was and how much she has been through in her life already. All she wanted to do in that moment was protect her and help her. Was that the same effect she had on Oliver?

"Have you seen a doctor yet?" She decided to start with something easy. Because she unfortunately didn't have the answers Sara was seeking.

"No, no, I haven't. Ollie and I had an appointment at Planet Parenthood on Monday, but that was just to look at our options. They offered to examine me but… I'm… I'm not comfortable with strangers touching me. Even less intimately… so I haven't… I couldn't… Ollie understands. He worries, and he's right I should have someone make sure that the baby's okay but I just can't… not after the Freighter or the League… but I think Ollie might have a solution soon, he's been mulling something over for a while. I think he'll be ready to bring it up with me soon." Sara graced her with another one of her rare smiles while talking about Oliver.

Sara's revelations and the trust she seemed to put in her stunned Lyla. She had always assumed that Sara might have been a victim of sexual assault, just from some of the things Johnny and the others had told her about her mindset and actions. She had gone after sex offenders when she first came to Star City. And she had been left alone on Lian Yu for some time after ARGUS had rescued Oliver until Nyssa had found, and from what she was told, saved her. There was no question what might've happened to a beautiful young woman left alone on an Island with dangerous men with a grudge against her. The same concept applied to the League of Assassins. She was certain none of their friends or her family had dared to entertain that thought, except for Oliver who seemed to know the truth. She wondered what solution he would come up with to solve that very delicate issue.

"May I ask… you don't have to answer if you don't want to. How far along are you... or you know just approximately." Lyla wondered, given Sara's statement that they were at Planet Parenthood to discuss their options.

"It's okay, seventeen weeks. No approximately. Ollie and I aren't… it was a onetime thing. We were both feeling lonely and just seeking comfort in each other. We would've reconsidered that idea if we'd known the outcome." Sara bit her lip worriedly after her last statement, as if she were expecting her to react badly to it. She was just about to reply when they heard the front door open and close again.

"Sara? I stopped at Patty Shack's on the way back, got you your favorites." Oliver's voice grew louder the closer he came.

"Lyla, hi. What brings you here?" Oliver looked at her surprised once he reached the kitchen and noticed her standing next to Sara. "I mean, it's good to see you. I missed you." He put the groceries and the bag from Patty Shack's on the table and came over to enfold her in a tight hug that she happily returned.

"It's good to see you too, Oliver. We missed you." She gave his arm an affectionate squeeze when they separated, and he turned around to kiss Sara's forehead.

"How are you doing?" His voice was soft and affectionate.

"I'm okay, Lyla's been very helpful, we should have her over more often." Lyla watched the two interact and the intimacy that their touches and looks conveyed.

"Well, she can come over as often as she wants if she helps you feel better." Oliver smiled at Sara and then turned around and winked at her. Lyla had to laugh about his antics and statement. She had to admit to herself that she would enjoy spending more time with Sara.

"I told her. I was overwhelmed for a moment and Lyla was worried. So, I told her. She has been very understanding and offered to try to help us with any question that we have." Lyla did not expect that turn of events. Oliver's back tensed and he turned back towards Sara, cocking his head and then turning back towards her.

"I won't say anything, Oliver. I promise. I just want to help you, however I can." She hoped this would ease his worry and tension. It seemed to work because he relaxed his shoulders shortly after, turned back around and placed his hand on Sara's cheek.

"She helped you calm down? Ease some of your fears?" He nearly whispered.

"Yeah. She did. She comforted me, even touched me and it was okay, I was okay." Sara's voice was as quiet as Oliver's and he looked at her for another minute before nodding his head and facing her again.

"Thank you, Lyla. It means a lot." He smiled at her and touched her arm gratefully.

"You're welcome. Anytime." She returned the gesture. Before Oliver turned towards the kitchen table and started to put the groceries away.

"Sara mentioned that she had questions concerning a special diet. I have some inputs on that but it's important that you find a doctor both of you trust and that will confirm what I will tell you. What was right for me and my pregnancy might not be right for you and your pregnancy. Okay? Why don't we sit down and discuss food? And what you can expect the next couple of weeks." Lyla looked at the parents-to-be questioningly.

"That sounds like an excellent idea, thank you. And I've been thinking about our doctor issues. Sara, I would like you to meet our friend Caitlin Snow. I think you'll like her, and she's very understanding and has a calm demeanor. You can decide whether you feel comfortable with her after. What do you think?" Oliver smiled at Lyla and gestured towards the living room, then turned to Sara to share his thought.

"That sounds like a plan. Why don't you call her after Lyla leaves?" Sara agreed before she got her notebook from the office and followed Lyla into the living room where they were joined by Oliver who brought them their drinks and the food from Patty Shack's.