Well the good news is Quentin Lance's heart was in fact still beating after hearing the news from his youngest daughter. The bad news is that if it had stopped beating for just long enough to make him pass out things might actually have gone a little more calmly. Once he got over the shock his first reaction was to attempt a dive across the table with his hands clenched to wring Leonard's neck. Len actually jumped out of his chair with some slight fear at this development while Donna and Oliver each stood and grabbed one of Quentin's arms and tried pulling him back into his seat. Needless to say, there was a lot of shouting involved in all of this but by the time things finally settled everyone was on their feet except for Quentin, who was being forcibly held to his chair by his fiancée and Oliver.

"Quentin, honey calm down. This is a good thing," Donna tried convincing him once she and Oliver had silently deemed it safe to release the former captain from their grips.

Quentin just sat there for a minute, angrily glaring at his youngest daughter and her boyfriend.

"Well I'd say this has been an eventful night," Felicity said in an attempt at breaking the heavy silence.

"Dad," Sara said when her father's anger looked like it was slowly being replaced by disappointment.

"I think you should go Sara," he said to her, which let the record show broke her heart.

"Dad," Laurel stepped in, sounding equally as shocked as Sara looked. But he ignored her and held his gaze with Sara who nodded.

"Ok," she agreed and so she grabbed Leonard by the hand and led him out of the apartment.

"Well that could've gone better," Len deadpanned as he and Sara took their seats on the last train to Central City of the night.

"Oh yeah," Sara agreed, "A lot better."

"So whose left?" Len asked, "Just the two who left Star City and that girl you told me about?" He continued and Sara thought on it for a second before smirking at the reminder.

"I already told Sin the first time we were in Star City after bringing Laurel back," she told him, "But as for Thea and John, I was thinking that maybe we could have a little fun with that." She suggested evilly.

"Fun like how?" Len asked and the devilish grin she gave him told him that he already liked whatever plan she had.

"Well I asked Ollie and Laurel not to tell them because I wanted to do it myself, but now I'm thinking, maybe we don't tell them?" She suggested and Len raised an eyebrow at her.

"I doubt anyone is going to react as badly as your father," he assured her but she only laughed.

"It's not that," she assured him, "I was just thinking that the looks on their faces would be priceless when they found out the hard way." She mused and he laughed while putting an arm around her shoulders.

"I like the way you think Canary," he joked and she smirked.

"I have an ultrasound tomorrow, are you coming?" She asked,

"Well considering I missed the last one I think it's only right that I tag along," he replied,

"Hey that last one was not an official ultrasound, that was me making sure I hadn't killed the baby when I drank Mick under the table." She defended as she grabbed ahold of Len's hand and leaned her head onto his shoulder. "Think my dad will get over it?" She asked,

"Of course he will," Len assured her, "He might kill me first but he'll be ok, and he'll love his grandchild." He said and Sara found herself laughing.

"He won't kill you, I won't let him." She promised and Len smirked before placing a kiss to the top of her head.

Meanwhile, back in Star City, Laurel and her father were cleaning up from dinner and it could certainly be going better.

"What did you want me to say Laurel?" Quentin demanded as his oldest daughter dropped a plate into her sink.

"I don't know, but I didn't want you to kick her out of my apartment!" Laurel snapped in response, wondering why she hadn't kicked him out yet.

"I didn't kick her out, I just told her it'd be best if she left!" Her father defended, and that was the last straw for Laurel.

"Why dad? Why?" She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest and stepping into her father's bubble of personal space. "Because you were going to murder her boyfriend?" She asked and when her dad rolled his eyes at the word boyfriend Laurel had had enough. "Look I don't know if you've somehow forgotten this in the excitement of being engaged, which by the way thanks for asking your kids how they would feel about a step-parent, but Sara has been through a lot. I don't know what it is with you, but every time she leaves your vision of who she is starts to warp. Len's made some mistakes but so has Sara. She was an assassin, she tortured people, and she turned it around on that mission; who's to say Len didn't do the same?" She asked and Quentin sighed, "Look I don't blame you for being mad, I grabbed Len by the collar of his shirt and pinned him against a wall when I found out. But after everything they've been through, I think they're both a little more nervous about this baby than they'll admit and I don't think you kicking them out is much help." She said this part gently before leaving the kitchen and leaving her father to think on her words.

"So this is your first appointment?" Dr. Kinsolving asked Sara and Leonard when they walked into the examination room.

"Yes," Sara answered, she wasn't really lying considering it was their first actual appointment. Besides, she couldn't exactly explain that the Artificial Intelligence of a time machine was the last "person" to examine her.

"Ok well what we're going to do today is just check and make sure everything is alright with the baby, check the heartbeat and things like that." She explained and Sara nodded to show that she understood. With that explained they started and it wasn't long before the doctor had the wand on Sara's stomach, searching for the baby within her.

Len was holding Sara's hand firmly and, if he's being honest, he was a little anxious. Sure he had seen the ultrasound Gideon had run but he's now discovering that there's a big difference from the small picture Sara carries around to the moving screen in the doctor's office.

It didn't take long for the image of the baby to appear and when it did Sara squeezed Len's hand as he leaned down to get a closer look. The baby was in the center of the screen this time, but that might have been not only because Sara's farther along but also Kendra hadn't been entirely sure of what she was doing when she gave the seven-week ultrasound. However it wasn't the position of the baby that had it's parents so mesmerized, it was it's appearance. It actually looked like a baby this time as opposed to a little gray blob. It had a very distinct head and body, the arms and legs were less defined but they were still clearly there. Sara even thought she could make out the tiny shape of its little nose.

"The baby's heart rate seems to be at 146 beats per minute, which is good." The doctor said, checking something off in her file. "It's a little too early to tell the sex but we might be able to do that at your next appointment, if you want to know that is." She continued and Sara and Len exchanged glances, they hadn't even thought about that yet. The doctor proceeded to scribble down a few more notes in some unreadable form of cursive before taking the wand off Sara's stomach and handing her a towel for the gel. "Ok everything look good and based on this I would estimate your due date at December 19th," the doctor said and while Leonard nodded in acceptance of that Sara looked like she had been thrown for a little more of a loop.

"December 19th?" She asked and the doctor nodded,

"Yes, but it's very common for first time moms to deliver late so if nothing's happened yet by that time there's no need to panic." She explained and Sara nodded, although it was obvious that something about the due date was still making her uncomfortable. "So I'll see you back here in six weeks, did you want me to print out any pictures?" The doctor asked in an attempt to break the awkward tension that had at some point fallen over the room. Sara and Len exchanged a quick glance before Sara nodded. "Ok, I'll be right back."

Once the doctor was gone Len found himself sighing.

"So what do you have planned for December 19th, besides giving birth?" He asked but instead of throwing the sarcasm back at him Sara just groaned as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the chair.

"You just had to knock me up during present day March, didn't you?" She asked, doing some quick mental math.

"If memory serves, the little escapade that led us to this situation was your idea." He pointed out,

"Technically it was you who supplied the defective condom." Sara defended herself, but of course Len had an answer to that.

"How was I supposed to know it was defective?" He asked,

"Maybe look at it before putting it on?" Sara suggested,

"One, from what I recall, you're the one who put it on me without looking at it after I opened it. Two, why don't you just tell me what your problem is with December 19th before one of us says something we'll end up regretting?" He asked,

"I don't have a problem with it!" Sara suddenly snapped, "And even if I did, there's nothing I can do about it!" She continued and Len knew it was for his best interest that he not tell her to calm down. So far she hadn't shown any signs of those pregnancy mood swings people always talk about and he was starting to believe they just might be a myth, but this right here proved him wrong.

Sure she had cried a lot in the beginning, and although she chose to blame the hormones he knew that those tears were damn well justified. Intense things that no person, under any circumstance, should ever have to experience brought them on; and she dealt with it all in the matter of a few days. Those weren't mood swings, a little intense for Sara maybe, but not irrational. This now though, this was not Sara talking. This was all of the natural chemicals flowing through her veins, the unbalanced levels quickly making her short tempered.

It was then that the doctor returned, much to Len's relief, and handed Sara an appointment card as well as a small strip of pictures.

"Alright you two are all set," she informed them and so Sara faked a smile, because she was still pissed off at her boyfriend, and hopped off of the chair. She walked briskly out of the office and left Len to stand there to face the puzzled doctor.

"I don't suppose you can medicate her for mood swings?" He asked sarcastically, which Dr. Kinsolving could tell so she smiled at him sympathetically.

"Are you ok?" Quentin asked Donna as she and him headed back on the highway for the drive back to Las Vegas.

"Fine," Donna replied, "Are you ok?" She asked him but when he didn't answer she just gave a sigh. "Look Quentin I get it, she's your little girl. If Felicity had ever come home and told me she was pregnant I would've been furious, and it would not have helped to know that the boyfriend has a criminal record." She said,

"So now I'm right?" Lance asked,

"There is no right or wrong here Quentin," Donna said to him in that sweetly sympathetic voice of hers. "Look, Sara is having this baby, and you know she is because otherwise she wouldn't have asked we wait until after it's born to have the wedding." She said before he could argue that his daughter may not actually keep the baby, but even if Donna didn't say anything he knew she would. "Leonard sounded like he's really trying to turn his life around, maybe he's changed. And if he hasn't then Sara's going to need a place to come home to if things go south, so I doubt you'll want her afraid to come to you." She advised; deep down they both knew it would never come to that.

Sara was still in a foul mood when Len left the apartment to go to work for the afternoon, he and his friend only had one job today, and when he got back he found her standing in the kitchenette and wiping some kind of gunk off the countertop with a scowl on her face.

"Everything ok?" He asked, toeing off his boots and leaving them discarded next to the door.

"Yeah," Sara huffed, "I just spilt something." She said as she tossed her paper towel into the trash. "I'm sorry, about earlier. I didn't mean to snap at you," she apologized, although her mood didn't seem to have improved much.

"It's ok," Len assured her,

"No it's not," she quickly contradicted. "Look I was embarrassed and I tried joking my way out of it but you weren't letting it go and… I'm sorry." She said as her boyfriend took a seat at the barstool on the opposite side of the counter and studied her.

"What were you embarrassed about?" He asked and despite not wanting to Sara found herself leaning on her elbows on the counter and putting her head in her hands before slowly bringing it back up with her eyes still closed.

"It's so close to Christmas," She finally complained, "I know it's a stupid thing to be worried about but I was born on Christmas and I always hated my birthday as a kid because I could never have a party on my actual birthday and the 19th isn't going to be much better because everyone is worrying about the holiday's and- god what is wrong with me?" She cut herself off when the smallest hint of a crack hit her voice.

"Nothing's wrong with you," Len assured her as he stood up and came around the counter. He stopped behind her, putting his arms around her and pulling her back against him. "You're just-"

"I know," she cut him off; she didn't want to hear him call her hormonal or anything despite it being the truth. She really didn't want to admit that she was struggling to control her emotions considering that very skill is something she prides herself on. He obeyed her more or less unspoken request and instead of trying to reassure her verbally he pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck, to which she moaned softly in pleasure.

"Whatever you spilled, why don't we forget about it and order Chinese food?" He suggested, remembering a few occasions on the Waverider when he'd found Sara eating fried rice after a particularly hard mission.

"That sounds great," she agreed with a smile, her earlier mood almost completely forgotten.

It was nearly midnight, and Quentin knew that he should just wait until morning for this but he just couldn't let himself put it off another second. With a deep breath he picked up his phone and entered Sara's number with only a moments hesitation. It rang four times on the other end, and he really thought that she might be asleep, but then her voice came on.

"Hello?" She answered,

"Hi Sara, it's me." He said nervously, he knew she was debating on reminding him that she has caller I.D. and so she knew it was him before she even picked up, and he was half hoping she would.

"What do you want?" She asked bluntly, clearly not in the mood to be ridiculed.

"I uh, I want to apologize." He said and she was silent on the other end, "What I said to you, telling you to leave dinner, it wasn't right. I'm happy for you Sara, I really am, it's just that; honey you saying that you're pregnant was the last thing I expected to hear." He explained and at this point he wasn't entirely sure she was still there. "I'm sorry," he said again.

"Thanks dad," she finally said, letting him know that she hadn't hung up on him.

"And I didn't get the chance to tell you this but I'm really excited for you and Donna," she told him and that made him smile.

"Thanks baby," he said, "Now it's late, go get some sleep."

"Ok, goodnight dad."

"Goodnight baby."