"So your dad's ok with everything?" Lisa asked when she and Sara were sitting in the main room of S.T.A.R. Labs while the other members of team Flash were all out for various reasons. Cisco was still in the building, but he was down in his workshop.

"I mean we thought we were going to have to bring him to the hospital when he first found out but now that he's got his head around it he's ok." Sara answered, taking a bite of her burger.

"And how are you doing?" Lisa asked through a mouthful of her fries, Cisco was probably going to kill them both for eating so close to the computers but then again the look he would get on his face is the main reason they decided to do it.

"Pretty much the same," Sara replied with a shrug but Lisa shook her head.

"I meant about the whole step-mother thing," she clarified

"Oh, I don't know." Sara answered, "I mean I don't really know Donna but she seems nice enough, and she can't be that bad if she raised Felicity."

"I don't know Felicity," Lisa reminded but before Sara could've started talking about the innocent blabbermouth Cisco walked in and glared at both of them.

"What are you doing here Glider?" He asked the brunette, "Aside from ruining my computers," He exclaimed upon noticing the girls' lunch and quickly trying to take it but they both beat him to it, snatching the food into their laps. "Just keep your milkshakes, away from my tech." He commanded; looking like a child whose hand had just been slapped away from the cookie sheet.

"Actually we got sodas," Sara told him,

"Rule still applies," he said sternly, not that either of the girls listened.

"And to answer you're question, Lenny tells me that he's not allowed to get arrested once the kid comes and I'm not allowed to have all the fun. So I figure maybe I'll take a page out of his and Sara's book, maybe try playing hero." She suggested and while Sara smiled Cisco rolled his eyes at the notion.

"Just what I need, you standing there every time I turn around." He said, sending a teasing smirk her way when he noticed that she might have actually thought he was serious.

"Well Sara and I are also going shopping later, so technically I just met her early." She added and at that Cisco raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know about you," he said, pointing a screwdriver at Lisa. "But you hate shopping," he continued, now pointing his tool towards Sara.

"Yeah but unless you want me to start wearing Len's clothes to work, I need to go." She said and Cisco shrugged.

"We don't really have a dress code here so I mean you could," he said in a flat attempt at a joke, the girls chose to simply roll their eyes and ignore him.

"So how did things go with your mom?" Lisa decided to ask and Sara shrugged.

"So far, better than with my dad," she replied, "I'm trying to find a way other than dinner to introduce her to Len so it doesn't feel awkward." She said,

"Yeah, that's a hard one." Lisa agreed, knowing that having Dinah over for dinner was probably the easiest way to introduce her to Leonard.

"Doesn't your mom work at the university?" Cisco asked from where he was tinkering with his Vibe goggles.

"Yeah," Sara answered while taking a sip of her soda. "So what?"

"So they're having an open house this weekend, why don't you drag Snart down and go say hi?" He suggested and Sara pointed a finger at him as she nodded.

"That could work," she agreed, "She hates open houses, she always gets board sitting at the tables all day." The more she thought about Cisco's idea, the more she liked it. It would be public so that her mom couldn't press too hard on any issues, and they could get in and out fast meaning that they wouldn't have to sit around with her mother for hours; it was perfect.

"Great, we've got a plan! Let's go shopping!" Lisa exclaimed with a clap of her hands and stood up, prompting Sara to follow her.

"No stealing!" Cisco called after the two of them,

"No promises!" Lisa called back.

Shopping with Lisa had gone pretty well, or about as well as it can go when you're an ex-assassin who hates shopping and needs to buy maternity clothes for the first time. Sara honestly wasn't sure if she was excited or embarrassed about needing the special clothes but she had more important things to worry about right now, such as dragging her boyfriend down to the college to meet her mother. She was thankful she had opted to tell her mom about the baby two weeks ago before she left for Star City, because although she could still get away with wearing some of her normal clothes (granted only the ones that were always a little too big for her), it was now obvious that she's pregnant. The fact that it's heading into July and 90 degrees outside didn't help aid at all in hiding her growing stomach; instead it did the exact opposite by forcing her into wearing shorts and a form fitting tank top.

"Are you ready?" Len called, knocking on the bathroom door just as Sara was finishing her make-up.

"Yeah, one sec." She said, quickly capping her eyeliner and checking her phone only to realize that they were running late. She swung open the door and nearly crashed into Leonard, who promptly took a step back.

"Ready?" She asked and he nodded, he was already holding the car keys and despite the hot weather he was dressed in his usual jeans and jacket, although he did have a t-shirt instead of a sweater under said jacket so it's not like the weather was completely lost on him.

"Ok, I know I was a little annoyed that the baby's due so close to Christmas but now I'm kind of grateful." Sara said as she made her way around the sweltering apartment and turned off the floor fan and two window fans that they had running.

"And why is that?" Len inquired,

"Because if I was nine months pregnant in the middle of this heat, I think I would kill you." His girlfriend deadpanned before leading him out the door and they headed down the hallway.

"Need I remind you that it takes two to tango?" Leonard commented, his voice as full of sarcasm as ever.

"Need I remind you that if I die so does the baby, so killing you would have to suffice." Sara taunted with a smirk, Len just rolled his eyes and they exited the building.

They found Sara's mother fairly quickly among the crowd of people in the gymnasium of the college's student center, and just as Sara had predicted she was sitting at a table and looking like she would rather be anywhere else in the universe.

"Hey mom," Sara greeted with a smile as she approached and Dinah looked up, a smile suddenly lightening up her face.

"Sara, hi!" She said, standing and coming around to give her daughter a hug. As she hugged Sara she could feel the very beginnings of her baby bump pressing up against her and it only cemented the facts of the conversation that they'd had the last time they'd seen each other. "What are you doing here?" She asked as she released her daughter and for the first time noticed the man with her.

"Mom this is Leonard, Leonard this is my mother." Sara introduced them, figuring that they may as well just cut to the chase.

"How do you do?" Len asked politely as he held out a hand to Dinah, which she accepted and shook it.

"Hi Leonard, nice to meet you." She said before releasing his hand and turning to Sara. "How did things go with your father?" She asked,

"Things could've gone better," Sara admitted, "Did you know dad's getting married?" She asked, not expecting it when her mother looked guiltily at her and nodded.

"He called me the night before you left, he asked me not to tell you because he wanted to do it himself." She confessed and while Sara admittedly was a little annoyed to hear this she understood and let it go.

"Well I think we're both doing better, getting over the shocks at least." She said and Dinah smiled at the answer.

"Good," she said, "So what are you guys up to?" She asked,

"Not much, we just stopped by to say hi." Sara replied, she felt a little bad that they couldn't get her mother out of this open house but at the same time if the woman chose to work in a place where she can easily be roped into events such as this then she can deal with it.

"That certainly went better than it did with your father," Len remarked as he and Sara drove away from the college.

"That's usually the case," Sara admitted, "Just be grateful she's the one that we live close to." She said and Len smirked. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and noticed that she was absentmindedly rubbing her hand across the small bulge of her stomach and despite how much he wanted to he said nothing, fearing that if he pointed it out her defenses may rise and he'd never catch her like this again.

"Hey, do you mind stopping?" She asked, looking over at him with the pleading eyes that she didn't even need to get her way.

"Where do you want to stop?" He asked and she shrugged as if she hadn't thought he'd agree so readily.

"That little Mexican restaurant that does take-out?" She asked and now he knew why she thought she might need to beg. That Mexican place is all the way on the other side of town, not to mention there's construction that he hates driving through.

"Alright," He sighed and Sara's face lit up in excitement.

In truth, Leonard didn't mind going all the way through the construction on the other side of town just to get Sara a taco or whatever it was she would end up getting. She usually tried to be mindful about the situation when it came to her cravings. There were times when she would wake up in the middle of the night and tell him it was nothing, go get a glass of water, and then come back to bed. He always knew that it wasn't nothing because he would hear her going through the cabinets while she was getting the water and he was sure that eight out of ten times they probably didn't have whatever she was really looking for. She'd gone out around midnight once for some French fries, and when he offered to go get them she retaliated by saying if she wants them that badly she can go get them herself. In the end he went with her and that was the first and last time either of them went out in the middle of the night for food. He wishes sometimes that she would be more… well… annoying. He knows that this is just who she is; guarded and unused to having someone willing to take care of her. She doesn't need to be taken care of, and he knows that, but he would still like to do what he can. He's not much better than she is, if he were ever sick or anything he would never want her worrying about him. They're both terrible at accepting help, but maybe if they really try they could bring each other out of that.

The weeks went by uneventfully after meeting Sara's mother. They both had their jobs and aside from Sara making a doctor's appointment for her next ultrasound they didn't talk much about the baby. They were debating whether or not to learn the gender ahead of time, Sara's biggest argument against it being that their landlord won't allow them to paint the walls in the apartment so what's the point? Len, although he didn't particularly care about finding out the sex, liked to remind her that if they did choose to keep it a surprise Lisa would undoubtedly lose her mind. His sister already loved the idea of being an aunt, and she couldn't wait to find out if she was going to have a niece or a nephew so she could start buying cute little baby clothes. Sara, of course, always countered that by saying it could be fun to watch Lisa slowly unravel and probably look up a few old wives tales that women back in the 1950's thought could've been tell tale signs of a baby's gender. Len, of course, had an argument for that and told Sara that if Lisa did in fact resort to something like that then she would undoubtedly be poking her nose very deep into the blonde's business and thus cause Sara to also lose her mind. It was around that point in the argument that they actually asked each other what they wanted and neither of them ever had an answer. But with only two days left until Sara's next appointment, when they could find out the gender of the baby if they so chose, they would have to make a decision soon.

Len was thinking about this while he was working today, his friend wasn't around but it was a small job and he could handle it himself. He had just finished up and was just packing his tools up in the back of the car when an all too familiar Englishman came walking down the sidewalk.

"Didn't know you guys had shore leave coming up," He remarked when he spotted the tell tale trench coat.

"I'm not here on a holiday Mr. Snart," Rip said and Len simply shook his head while closing the trunk.

"No kidding, the Fourth of July was last week." He mocked, fully aware of the cultural differences between him and his former captain who only rolled his eyes at the comment.

"I need your help," He said,

"No can do," Len immediately shot down, "Canary and I are out of the game, at least for the next five months or so."

"I thought she was five months already?" Rip asked and Len shrugged,

"I think maybe it's a week shy of five months, gets kind of confusing when you're not starting from one. She measures it in weeks for the most part anyway. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get home." He said and so naturally Rip's response was to stand between the former crook and the driver's side door of his car.

"Please, Mr. Snart, the team needs your help." He begged but Len wouldn't even consider it.

"Don't care," he said, trying to get past Rip but to no avail. In reality he does care that the team might be in trouble, just not enough to risk his life and the future of his family when they're probably capable of finding their way out of this mess themselves.

"Stop its, its Mr. Rory." Rip admitted while still blocking Leonard's access to the door, not that he was trying very hard anymore. "While Mr. Rory was employed by the Time Masters as Chronos he made some very bad and very dangerous enemies. One of those enemies is currently here, in 2016, with intentions to destroy the entire world and the means to do it." He continued explaining now that Leonard was listening. "I've already recruited Flash, Green Arrow, and Black Canary. But we need all the help we can get to take down a threat like this." He said seriously but Len didn't say anything at first. "Mr. Snart-" Rip tried but the other man's deadly glare cut him off.

"Rule number one; Sara's not coming."

"Done," Rip replied readily, he wasn't planning on asking Sara in her condition anyway.

"Rule number two, you bring me back to the exact day that I left." Len snarled,

"You'll never leave the present." Rip said, reminding Snart that the threat is here already.

"Good, so what kind of hell did Mick get us into?" Snart demanded while crossing his arms and listening to Rip's story; all the while thinking that if this guy that they're up against doesn't kill Mick, he will.