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Sara’s laying on the porch swing, watching as the sun sets, sinking below the trees that seem to stretch for miles behind their house. Everything is almost perfect, until Ava walks out, holding her hands behind her back. Finally, her wife had returned from whatever secret thing she just had to get from the grocery store at seven pm. Sara sighs happily, and she sits up just enough for Ava to sit down next to her, before laying back down, this time in Ava’s lap. Then, Ava reveals what she had been holding, two glasses of an amber colored liquid, and hands one of the glasses to Sara.
“What is this?” Sara asks, looking up at Ava, confusion wrinkling her brow.
“It’s apple cider, I know you said you wanted bourbon sunsets, and I wanted to give that to you, but I don’t think our little bug would like alcohol very much, so I figured this would suffice.” Ava says.
“Oh, Thanks babe.” Sara says, taking an awkward sip from her glass.
“I forgot how good this stuff is.” Sara remarks, almost spilling as she takes yet another awkwardly angled sip.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had it before.” Ava says.
“Oh babe, I’m so-” Sara says, looking up at Ava with tears in her eyes.
“It’s ok Sara, it just means I get to try it for the first time with you.” Ava says, wiping a tear as it runs down Sara’s face.
“I love you.” Sara says.
“I love you.” Ava says back.

Ten minutes later, watching as the last tendrils of pink and orange give way to purple and bluish hues, and feeling Ava’s absentminded fingers trace nonexistent patterns over her still flat stomach, Sara feels like this is a perfect moment with her wife and unborn child, at least, until she remembers something.
“Aves?” Sara asks, pulling Ava’s attention away from the sky.
“Yeah Sara, what's up?” Ava asks, looking down at Sara, a smile playing on her lips.
“I wanna get married.” Sara says.
“Baby we are married, remember you proposed, then we said our “I do’s” at the end of the world.” Ava says, booping Sara’s nose.
“I mean really married, like legally, with a marriage certificate from this time, and in front of all of our friends. And I wanna spend hours obsessing over the perfect dress, instead of just wearing a pantsuit because that was easiest. And I wanna pick bridesmaids, and I wanna see Mia be a flower girl, cause honestly I think she would be so cute. And we could have an actual cake, and presents, and go on a honeymoon, babe I wanna go on a honeymoon!” Sara whines, looking up at Ava, pleadingly.
“I don’t know babe, it seems like a lot.” Ava says.
“Please?” Sara begs.
“Ok.” Ava relents.
“Really?!” Sara says, surprised. Usually it takes a lot more back and forth to convince Ava to do things.
“If you want to have a real wedding, then we can have a real wedding.” Ava says, leaning down to kiss Sara.
“Yes!” Sara says, excitedly.
“Do you want to get married before or after our little troublemaker comes?” Ava asks. Sara considers for a moment, weighing her options.
“Before.” Sara decides. “If that's possible.” Sara adds.
“It should be, if we can find a venue we don’t have to book way ahead of time, then we just need a caterer, a florist, an officiant, and-.” Ava says, stopping as Sara lets out a massive yawn. “I think you should go to bed, baby.” Ava says.
“No, I’m fine, keep, going.” Sara says, yawning again.
“Baby, no matter what we have to wait till morning to do anything, and you're clearly exhausted.” Ava says.
“Yeah, but if I fall asleep down here, then you’ll carry me upstairs, but if I go to bed now, then I have to walk, and we have so many stairs now babe.” Sara whines.
“I’ll carry you upstairs if you agree to go to bed now.” Ava sighs. Sara relents, sitting up so Ava can stand, before wrapping her arms around Ava’s neck, as Ava slips an arm under her knees, using the other one to support her back.
Walking back into the house, and towards the stairs, Ava sighs.
“Sara, I’m gonna put you down for a second so I can lock the door.” Ava says.
“Do you have to?” Sara whines, giving Ava her best pout.
“Yes, I have to lock the door.” Ava says, shaking her head.
“But I can just kill anyone who tries to come in.” Sara argues.
“And then we’d have to call the cops, and they’d ask questions about how he died, and then we couldn’t have our wedding and we would be in another situation where our baby could be born in jail.” Ava says. Sara, less in control over her emotions than usual, begins fighting back tears as she lets Ava lower her to the ground. Ava turns to lock the back door, grateful the front door locks automatically, and turns the deadbolt. However, when she turns back towards Sara, she sees her fiance/sort of wife crying.
“Baby what's wrong?” Ava asks.
“I don’t wanna have my baby in jail.” Sara whines, burying her face in Ava’s shoulder.
“Oh, babe I wasn’t being serious.” Ava says. “I promise you that no matter what, our baby will not be born in jail.” Ava adds.
“Are you sure?” Sara asks, tears continuing to spill out of her big blue eyes.
“Yes, under no circumstances will our baby be born in jail.” Ava says, confidently.
Sara nods, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Your kid is wreaking havoc on my emotions.” Sara laughs, sucking in her tears.
“I’m sure he’s sorry.” Ava says.
“She.” Sara says.
“Let's go to bed.” Ava says, picking Sara back up.
“Ok, but she is going to be a girl.” Sara says, as Ava starts up the stairs.
“I’ll bet you an ice cream cone that you're wrong. Ava says.
“Deal.” Sara says, opening the door to their room, then letting Ava set her on the bed.

Later that night, Ava wakes up to Sara’s scream. Shooting up, she sees a light on in their bathroom. Darting out of bed, she doesn’t bother with her slippers or robe, sprinting into the bathroom. She doesn’t know what she’s expecting to see, since not many things can make Sara Lance scream bloody murder, but Gideon sitting on Gary’s dick in her bathtub, is definitely not it.
“Again!” Ava exclaims, averting her eyes.
“What are you guys doing here?” Gary asks, wincing as Sara pukes.
“You mean in our bathroom? I think a better question is what are you doing here?” Ava says.
“What do you mean your bathroom, this is the Wave-” Gary says, his voice trailing off as he looks around.
“Oh dang it, I had a time courier in my pocket.” Gary sighs.
“And it was programmed to my bathroom?” Sara asks, standing up straight.
“I guess? I don’t really know.” Gary sighs.
“Ok, let's just, umm, you two, go back to the Waverider, put on some clothes, and meet us at the table in ten minutes.” Sara says, gagging again.
“Good plan” Gary says, quickly portalling away, just before Sara hunches back over the toilet, puking up her guts.

Eight minutes later, her robe and slippers on, Ava sits at the table, slowly sipping her tea, and watching the cup she had made for Sara as it steams. Then, Sara comes down the stairs, her fluffy pink slippers being the first thing to come into view.
“You know, when we moved off the ship, I thought I’d have a solid sixteen years before I started walking in on people again.” Sara remarks.
“I’m assuming you mean while having sex, because you walk in on me all the time.” Ava says, pushing the mug towards Sara.
“It’s not my fault, my wife is really hot.” Sara whines, taking a sip of the tea. “Oh thanks babe this is really good.” Sara adds.
“Oh, so we're in trouble for having sex, but it’s ok for you too to have eye sex.” Gary exclaims, walking into the kitchen with Gideon.
“Number one, this is our house, so we can do what we want, and number two, who said we were mad about the sex?” Sara challenges, raising an eyebrow.
“You're not?” Gideon asks, skeptically.
“No, what we’re mad about is how irresponsible the two of you were.” Ava says.
“Yeah, you could have ended up somewhere dangerous, and then you could have died, and none of us could have done anything about it!” Sara says, turning to cry into Ava’s shoulder.
“It’s ok babe, they are fine, everyone is fine.” Ava soothes, rubbing Sara’s back, while Gideon and Gary look skeptically at the pair.
“You guys really need to be more careful, Sara’s right, you could have ended up anywhere in the timeline, and if you had broken your time courier you could have very easily gotten stuck.” Ava says, as Sara excuses herself to splash water on her face.
“We’ll be more careful next time, it was kind of a heat of the moment thing.” Gideon says, blushing.
“I’d hope so.” Ava sighs. “Get back to the ship, and don’t let there be a next time.” Ava says, sighing as they hear a sob from upstairs.
“We promise.” Gideon says, grabbing Gary’s hand as Gary opens a portal. The couple steps through, and Ava goes up the stairs, heading to see what Sara’s upset about now.

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When she wakes up, Ava Sharpe has a large list of priorities. Not really, but she does have a time limit, the hour and a half between when she wakes up at five thirty, to when Sara usually rolls out of bed around seven.

The first thing Ava does is make coffee, knowing she’ll have to have her coffee before Sara wakes up, since the smell of coffee makes Sara puke. The second thing she does is start making the wedding binder. At the moment, she’s putting questionnaires, lists of possible caterers, and venues, depending on the questionnaire results. And of course cake, the guest list, the date. By the time Ava finishes compiling everything, it’s almost six fifty. She goes back up the stairs, walking down the hall to their room. She quietly opens the door, grateful that Sara seems to have regained the ability to sleep deeply, since early in their relationship, Sara would never have stayed asleep through Ava leaving the room, bustling around downstairs, and coming back up. However, as Ava opens the door, she finds Sara still asleep, her arms wrapped around the giant teddy bear Laurel had bought as a welcome home gift. Ava carefully crawls back into bed, sitting up and reading her newest serial killer novel.

Twelve minutes and thirty five seconds later, not that Ava was counting, just kidding, she definitely was, Sara rolls over, cuddling into Ava.
“Hmm, too early.” Sara complains, burying her face in Ava’s chest.
“You can go back to sleep.” Ava suggests, stifling a chuckle.
“Nooooo.” Sara whines.
“We could work on wedding planning.” Ava suggests. Sara shoots up, then groans, and runs for the bathroom. Ava quickly follows, grabbing Sara’s hair, right before she puked.

Five minutes later, once Sara has finished throwing her guts up, and drinking the glass of water, Sara and Ava head downstairs.
“Ok, where are we starting?” Sara asks.
“Wherever you want.” Ava says.
“Babe.” Sara says. “We both know that if you have a binder, you also have an order in which to complete the binder.” Sara says.
Ava nods, before jumping in. “So, we need a venue, a caterer, a cake, a date, and a guest list. We should probably start with the venue, which we’ll need a date for. Then, we’ll need the guest list, to get approximate numbers for the caterers, and the size of the cake.” Ava says.
“What about the field behind the house?” Sara asks.
“That could work, but is it big enough?” Ava asks.
“If we can park the Waverider there, and have plenty of room to spare, then we can fit a hundred people.” Sara says.
“I don’t think we know a hundred people.” Ava points out.
“So it will be fine.” Sara says.
“True.” Ava says.
“We need a date.” Sara says.
“How about April 28th, you’ll be about ten weeks, so you shouldn’t be showing yet.” Ava says.
“That sounds good.” Sara says.
“Ok, we have a date.” Ava says.
“So, guest list.” Sara says.
“Yeah.” Ava says.
“So, my Mom and Dad and Laurel, and her husband Tommy.” Sara says. “Then your parents.” Sara adds.
“No.” Ava says.
“I thought you wanted them to come.” Sara says, tilting her head.
“I have a family. I have you, and the baby, and all our friends, our chosen family. I don’t need the people who pretended to be my parents in my life.” Ava says.
“Are you sure?” Sara asks. Ava nods.
“Ok, then let's make sure our chosen family gets on this list.” Sara says.
“So we need Ray, Mick, Nate, Both Zari’s, Gideon, Jax, Gary, Kendra, Carter, Aldus Jr, Nora, Elliott, Berhad, Astra, Spooner, Mona, and Wally.” Ava says.
“Then Oliver and Felicity, Diggle and Lyla, Roy and Thea, Moira Queen, Dinah Drake, and Rene, Mia and William, and JJ and Sara Diggle.” Sara says.
“Why did John Diggle name his daughter after you, and please don’t say it's because you used to have sex.” Ava says.
Sara chuckles. “No, I died when Lyla was pregnant, and apparently I left a lasting impression.” Sara says.
“Hmm.” Ava says.
“We also need Barry and Iris, oh and Nora, their daughter, Caitlin and Cisco, Joe, Cecille and Jenna, and Cisco’s probably gonna want to bring his girlfriend.” Sara says.
“Anyone else?” Ava asks, finishing typing.
“Yeah, Kara and Lena, and Alex, and her WIFE Kelly, Sara emphasizes, and their daughter Esme. Oh and J’onn J’onzz.” Sara says,
“That's it?” Ava asks.
Sara nods.
“Ok, so we need to send invitations to twenty seven groups of people.” Ava says.
“And we should probably talk to my parents and Laurel in person, because the last time I talked to my mom was when I asked for your ring, and it’s been even longer for Laurel and my dad.” Sara says.

They arrange a lunch with Sara’s family for the next day, and they tell Zari about the plan, so that she can design and send out invites.
“Do you want to tell your family about the baby today?” Ava asks, as she sits at her dressing table, putting on her makeup.
“I don’t know, we probably should, because otherwise one of the Legend’s will probably blab it.” Sara says.
“But?” Ava asks.
“But, we’re also dropping a lot on them already without telling them about their grandchild, and that I died again.” Sara says.
“So we don’t tell them.” Ava says.
“Not yet.” Sara agrees. “Which earrings, the gold hoops, or the threaders?” Sara asks, holding up one of each set.
“Hoops.” Ava decides.
“Okay.” Sara says, clicking the earrings into place.

Half an hour later, Sara and Ava’s car pulls into the restaurant parking lot.
“Is anyone else here?” Ava asks, unbuckling her seatbelt.
“I doubt it, Lance’s have a tendency towards lateness.” Sara says. “Do you know how to drive?” Sara blurts.
“What?” Ava asks.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drive, and we’ve lived in the present for at least a combined two months by now.” Sara says.
“I don’t know.” Ava says. “I have a memory of passing my drivers test, but I can’t figure out if I’ve ever actually driven a car.” Ava says.
“We could go to an empty parking lot or something, and see if you do know, and If not I can teach you.” Sara says.
“I’d like that.” Ava says.
“Oh, that’s Laurel!” Sara says. The pair quickly climbs out of the car, and upon making eye contact, the two sisters rush towards each other.
“Laurel.” Sara breathes, relieved. “I missed you so much.” Sara says.
“I missed you too, I got to watch over you from up there, but it was so hard not to be here with you.” Laurel says.
“I thought I would never see the two of you together again.” Dinah says, walking towards her daughters.
“Mom!” Sara says, rushing to hug her mother, as Ava awkwardly hangs back.
“Hi Sara.” Dinah says, running a hand over Sara’s hair.
“Sara, are you going to introduce us?” Laurel prompts, giving her little sister a hard look.
“Oh, yes!” Sara says, pulling away from her mother, and going to wrap an arm around Ava's waist. “Mom, Laurel, this is Ava Sharpe, my fiance.” Sara says.
“Nice to meet you Ava.” Dinah says, kindly, shaking Ava’s hand.
“It’s nice to meet you Ava, but if you hurt my sister, I will kill you.” Laurel says, straightforwardly.
“Laurel!” Sara scolds.
“What? It’s the truth.” Laurel shrugs. “Oh hey, Dad’s here.” Laurel says.
“No Tommy?” Sara asks.
“No, he and Ollie are on a mission to find a playground where a certain two year old will have fun but won’t hurt herself.” Laurel says.
“Mia?” Sara asks. Laurel nods.
“She kind of reminds me of you, you're both hot messes.”
“Hey!” Sara says.
“She has a point, Sara.” Dinah says. “Your Dad and I had to take you to the ER several times when you were little, you were always getting hurt.” Dinah says.
“What did we have to do?” Quentin asks.
“Take Sara to the Emergency Room.” Laurel says.
“Ah.” Quentin says.
“Hi Daddy.” Sara says, hugging her dad.
“Hi baby girl, who’s this?” Quentin asks.
“Dad, meet my fiance, Ava Sharpe.” Sara says.
Quentin grumbles, giving Ava a look.
“Dad, Laurel already gave her the shovel talk.” Sara says, rolling her eyes.
“Well, I’d like to give Ms. Sharpe one of my own.” Quentin says. He pulls Ava aside, but Sara tries to follow.
“Laurel.” Quentin says, as Laurel steps forward, and grabs Sara.
“Sara, he’s not going to hurt her.” Laurel says. Ava gulps, but follows Quentin away.

“I don’t like this.” Sara says, two minutes later.
“I agree, this seems a little extreme Laurel.” Dinah says.
“It’s fine, he’s probably just making sure he knows exactly what will happen if Sara gets hurt.” Laurel sighs.
Sara sniffles, burying her face in her hands.
“Sara?” Laurel asks.
“I don’t want Ava to get hurt, I want Ava to be safe.” Sara cries, wrapping herself into a ball. Dinah and Laurel both exchange looks since this is nothing like Sara. Before they can do anything, Ava and Quentin come back, and Ava quickly comforts Sara.
“Baby, nothing is going to happen to me, because I’m never going to hurt you, ok?” Ava says gently.
“Pinky promise?” Sara asks, looking up at Ava with tears spilling over her eyes.
“Pinky promise.” Ava agrees, linking her pinky with Sara’s, before wiping her tears away.
“I think we have to tell them.” Ava says, looking up at her confused almost in-laws. Sara looks up, and nods.
“Tell us what?” Laurel asks.
“Do you remember how I told you guys about the whole alien clone thing?” Sara asks. Everyone nods.
“While it turns out, being half alien has its perks, because now all I need to have a baby is my partner's DNA.” Sara says.
“I don’t like where this is going.” Laurel whispers to Quentin, so Sara and Ava can’t hear.
“It didn’t occur to either of us that kissing could get me pregnant, so we didn’t use protection, and now I’m pregnant. And while we weren’t expecting it to happen this way, Ava and I had already been planning to have a baby, so we are both very very happy about this, and we really want this baby.” Sara says.
Everyone is silent for a few moments, then Dinah speaks. “How far are you?” Dinah asks.
“About four weeks.” Sara says.
“If your happy about this, then I’m happy for you.” Laurel says. “But shovel talk still applies.” Laurel adds.
“I would expect nothing less.” Ava smiles.
Laurel elbows Quentin, and then he speaks. “If you're both happy about this, then I’m excited to be a grandfather.” Quentin says. “But remember what I told you.” Quentin adds.

The rest of lunch goes decently well, Sara and Ava tell the group about their wedding plans, and, they manage to leave without Sara crying, and Ava being threatened, which Ava considers a huge win. Laurel warmed up to Ava a lot more, and told so many embarrassing stories, Sara wished she could melt into her chair. Even Quentin warmed up to Ava, and by the end of lunch, there's talk of Ava joining the SCPD.

Later that night, Sara and Ava lay in their bedroom, drifting in and out of conversation.
“Laurel really likes you.” Sara remarks.
“I like her too, although remind me not to get on her bad side.” Ava chuckles. “She and your dad were intense.” Ava says.
“I’m sorry about them, I tried to talk them out of it over the phone.” Sara says.
“Don’t be, it was sweet.” Ava says.
“What did my Dad say to you, you guys were away for a long time.” Sara says.
“That’s between me and your Dad.” Ava says.
“Ugh.” Sara says, sticking out her tongue.
“We should probably tell the Legends tomorrow.” Ava says.
“I have a better idea.” Sara says.
“Which is?” Ava asks.
“We send out the invites without telling them, and watch as their shocked phone calls come in.” Sara says.
“Hmm.” Ava says.
“Please.” Sara says.
“Fine.” Ava says. “We should probably get some sleep, tomorrow is gonna be a long day.” Ava adds.
Ava goes to turn off the light, and then she crawls back into bed, cuddling with Sara.
“I love you Sara.” Ava says.
“I love you too, Ava.” Sara says, before drifting off into dreamland, with Ava close behind her.

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“Babe, we still need to pick bridesmaids, and we need to go dress shopping.” Sara says, sitting at the table, and eating her crackers.
“Alright, first things first, how many bridesmaids do you want to have?” Ava asks, sitting down next to Sara, half wishing she had drank a second cup of coffee before Sara woke up.
“Well I could go anywhere from one person to ten people, so you pick.” Sara says.
“How about four each? I’ll do Zari Tarazi, Nora, Mona, and Gary.” Ava says.
“Ok, then I’ll pick Laurel, Felicity, Zari Tomaz, and Kara.” Sara says.
“And one of them needs to be your maid of honor.” Ava says.
“Laurel and Felicity can co-maid of honor for me.” Sara says.
“Zari.” Ava says.
“Gary will be heart-broken.” Sara says, half jokingly.
“Gary gets to be a bridesmaid, he’ll live.” Ava says.
“True, Zari will definitely be happy though.” Sara says.
“We should probably call our people because we need them to go dress shopping.” Ava says.
“Ok, I’ll go upstairs.” Sara says.
“Are you sure? I could go.” Ava offers.
“No, I have to puke anyway, and my toothbrush is up there.” Sara says.
Ava sighs, as Sara breaks into a run, rushing for the toilet. Only Sara could be so cavalier about puking.

Half an hour later, Sara comes back downstairs, just as Ava is finishing her call with Nora.
“That took you a while, I’ve been done for ten minutes.” Sara remarks, walking into Ava’s arms.
“Gary.” Ava explains.
“Yeah, that tracks.” Sara sighs.
“So, are we dress shopping together?” Ava asks.
“No, it’s bad luck, we can’t see each other in our dresses before the wedding.” Sara says.
“Even if we’re already married?” Ava asks.
“Yes.” Sara says. “Also babe, we never talked about last names.” Sara says.
“What do you mean?” Ava asks.
“I mean, you could take my name, I could take yours, we could hyphenate.” Sara says.
“We are not hyphenating, that would be so impractical.” Ava says. “And what’s wrong with keeping our last names?” Ava asks.
“Nothing, but then the baby would only have one of our last names, and then at airports and stuff it might be impractical if only one of us is traveling with them.” Sara says.
“Given the fact that we have time couriers, I don’t think our main problem is airports.” Ava says. “Why do you really want to have the same last name?” Ava continues.
“Because if you and the baby have the same last name, then it’s like you're tied to her, and I’m not.” Sara says, sniffling.
“And if the baby has your last name?” Ava asks.
“Then, then you could leave me, and I’d be here with the baby, and you could never come back, and what can I do about it, cause I can’t prove that the baby is related to both of us without exposing time travel, and then I’d be stuck without you.” Sara says, starting to cry.
“First of all, I would never leave you Sara. Ever. I’m going to be right here with you for the rest of our days.” Ava says, pulling Sara into her lap, and running a hand through her hair.
“Pinky promise?” Sara asks, holding up her pinky.
“Pinky promise.” Ava says, locking her pinky with Sara’s.
“And second of all, if you want us all to have the same last name, then we can all have the same last name. I can change my last name to Lance when we get married, and then the baby can also be a Lance.” Ava says.
“I want us to be Sharpes.” Sara admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What?” Ava asks, surprised.
“I want to be Sara Sharpe, and I want our baby to be a Sharpe.” Sara says.
“Baby, my last name is made up, Rip created it. It has no meaning, but yours has a whole family history behind it. It makes much more sense for us to use your name.” Ava says.
“And we can create our own history with your name. You, me, our baby, our future babies, we can create our own family and our own history.” Sara says.
“Is this really what you want?” Ava asks. Sara nods, biting her lip. “Then I guess you’ll be Sara Sharpe in a few weeks.” Ava says.
“I can’t wait!” Sara says, excitedly jumping out of Ava’s lap.
“Hmm, and what’s this I hear about future babies?” Ava asks.
“Well, I really liked having Laurel while I was growing up, so I want our baby to have at least one sibling. And besides, if I can get pregnant from kissing, and Alex still hasn’t figured out birth control, I’d rather have fifty kids then stop kissing you, even if your kids like to wreak havoc on my emotions, and make me puke.” Sara says.
“Maybe we should go practice making more babies.” Ava says, her voice dropping a few octaves as she whispers into Sara’s ear. Sara’s eyes darken.
“Maybe we should. Lead the way Director Sharpe.” Sara says.
“You first, Captain Sharpe.” Ava says, swatting Sara’s ass. Even if Sara isn’t a Sharpe yet, and Ava technically doesn’t have the title of Director of the new Time Bureau, yet, it doesn’t matter as Sara runs up towards their bedroom, Ava close on her heels.

Dress Shopping with Ava Sharpe.

If Ava was being honest, she didn't really want to do everything again. Planning a wedding, shopping for a dress, Ava felt like she’d already done it all. But, the whole big wedding in front of all your friends and family was making Sara really happy, so here Ava was, dress shopping, again. Although, if Ava was also being honest, being in a bridal shop in Star City with Zari, Nora, Mona and Gary, instead of on the Waverider while Gary is trying to stall her, definitely makes for a more interesting shopping experience.
“I don’t hate it.” Ava says, looking at the dress Mona picked out. It was definitely pretty, and it had a very princess-like feel, but it wasn’t Ava.
“It’s not giving ‘you’.” Zari says, letting her Gen-Z shine through. Despite all the time Zari spent with millennials, who just so happened to be in her peer group on the Waverider, moving back to 2042 had definitely brought the Gen-Z back.
“I’m assuming that means I shouldn’t get it.” Ava says, raising an eyebrow at Zari.
“Yeah. And you're going to have to work on your understanding of slang, since your kid's going to use it.” Zari says.
“Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it.” Ava sighs, going back into the changing room. While drinking champagne, and laughing with her friends is great, six hours later, when she’s tried on what feels like hundreds of dresses, Ava is bored.
“What if we stop trying to veer away from your look at your first wedding?” Mona proposes.
“What do you mean?” Ava asks.
“I mean, from the pictures I’ve seen, the dress you were wearing that day was very ‘you”, as Zari puts it. And today you’ve pretty much steered clear of all dresses like that.” Mona says. Ava thinks about that, and she supposes, Mona is right. She had been, albeit subconsciously, been avoiding dresses similar in style to the one she wore the first time she married Sara.
“Let’s try that.” Ava says.
“Great!” Mona says. Practically jumping for joy, as she and Zari rush to grab every single tight ivory dress they can find.

Ava tries on a few of the dresses Mona and Zari found, and Mona was definitely right, since these dresses definitely make her feel a lot more like herself. But she knows she’s found the right dress when she tries on, what Mona and Zari dub, ‘the dress’. It’s a tight ivory material on her torso, with inch wide straps over her shoulders, while the skirt is a more silky and flowy material, with a slit up to her thigh, and a low back. It’s a very Ava dress, and in everyone's opinion, except Gary’s, it’s the perfect dress.
“You look so beautiful.” Nora says, fighting tears, as Zari and Mona admire their handy-work.
“This is definitely the one!” Ava says.
“Are you sure, I feel like it needs more sparkle, more pizazz.” Gary says. Zari thwacks his arm, rolling her eyes.
“Gary, she doesn’t like dresses like that.” Nora says, rolling her own eyes.
“I should probably get back, I want to be home before Sara, just in case.” Ava says.
“Alright.” Nora says, as she unzips Ava’s dress.
“Then let's buy this thing.” Zari says.
“Yay!” Mona cheers.
“Gary, why don’t you take Ava’s card and pay for it, so Ava can leave as soon as she finishes changing.” Nora says.
“Ok!” Gary says, excited to be doing something useful. He takes the dress and Ava’s card, and goes to pay for it.
A few minutes later, Ava comes out of the dressing room, back in her jeans and a tee-shirt from earlier, and grinning from ear to ear.
“Someone looks happy.” Nora says.
“Before, I was really just doing the whole wedding thing for Sara, but now I’m actually excited.” Ava says, beaming.

Meanwhile, dress shopping with Sara Lance

Sara Lance had a vision, one that Her Mother, Laurel, Felicity, Zari and Kara were more than happy to help her fulfill. Having done her first wedding in a pantsuit, Sara now wanted her dress to make her feel like a princess.
“How about, we each go pick three dresses, and when we’re done, we can bring them back here for Sara to try on?” Dinah proposes.
“Do I get to pick too?” Sara asks.
“Of course Sar, we’re looking for your dress.” Laurel says, chuckling lightly. The six women split up, returning to the dressing room, and Sara strips to her bra and underwear.
“Ok, who first?” Sara asks.

Sara’s dress shopping looks very different from Ava’s. For one thing, the champagne is replaced by donuts and apple cider, since half their party can’t drink, with Sara being pregnant, Laurel’s alcohol problem, and Kara’s inability to get drunk. Sara also has an opposite problem to Ava’s, being that she loves almost every single dress she tries on.
Six hours, and fifty dresses later, they have no decision, since Sara has twenty favorite dresses.
“Ok, what about you list everything you love about each dress, and then we ask the attendant for a dress that has all of those qualities?” Felicity proposes.
“How about we get a random number generator, 1-22, and whichever number it lands on is the dress she gets?” Zari asks, stuffing her face with yet another donut.
“I think Felicity’s plan sounds more practical.” Dinah says, as Sara yawns, her head resting on Laurel's shoulder.
“I think Zari’s plan sounds easier.” Sara yawns.
“Sar, if you're tired we could always just come back tomorrow.” Felicity says.
“No.” Sara sighs, sitting up.
“Sara.” Felicity says, warningly.
“Damn, why do I really want to listen to you.” Sara says.
“It is quite useful, both for toddlers who don’t want to leave the park, and highschoolers who need to stop playing video games all night long.” Felicity says. “And husbands who think it’s ok for said fifteen year old to be up at midnight when he has school the next morning.” Felicity sighs.
“Glad I’m marrying Ava.” Sara says. She ends up making a list of everything, and by the end, the attendant finds a dress that combines all the things Sara liked about the other dresses.
“It’s perfect.” Sara whispers, spinning around. The dress is sleeveless, with a tight silk top, and a puffy tulle skirt that brushes against the ground, even in the two inch heels she borrows from Felicity.
“Oh honey, you look so beautiful.” Dinah says, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Sara, you're stunning.” Felicity says.
“You look even better than this donut.” Zari says, holding up a pink sprinkle donut.
Sara chuckles, turning back towards the mirror.
“Sar, Ava’s going to love it.” Kara says.
“You look like a princess.” Laurel says, as Sara starts wiping at her tears.
“You good Sara?” Kara asks.
Sara nods, silently trying to fight her tears, as they start falling faster.
“It’s ok Sara, don’t try to fight it.” Dinah says.
“I don’t wanna ruin the dress.” Sara whines, burying her face in Felicity’s shoulder.
“So let’s get it off.” Kara suggests. She and Laurel undo the zipper, and slip the dress off of Sara, and hand it to Zari and Dinah, who slip it into the garment bag, before joining the hug.
Sara stops crying eventually, and changes back into her normal outfit, before going to buy the dress, at least until five different credit cards are reaching in front of hers to buy the dress.
“Wait, which one of you is paying?” The sales woman asks.
“Me!” All five women say.
“It’s my dress!” Sara argues.
“Which is why you shouldn’t pay for it!” Laurel says. “Besides, you're pregnant, you shouldn’t stand for too long.” Laurel adds, gently pushing Sara into a chair.
“Laurel, you work pro-bono, and Tommy’s been cut off for years, you sit down too.” Dinah says.
“I know for a fact that the Waverider pays nothing, Zari should sit too.” Laurel argues.
“Lena and Oliver are rich, Dinah it should be one of us.” Felicity says.
“I’m her mother, and I paid for Laurel’s dress, it’s only fair.” Dinah says.
“Mom, you're already paying for like everything else.” Sara says.
“Fine, you two can fight it out.” Dinah says. And to their credit, Felicity and Kara do in fact fight it out, with rock, paper, scissors. In the end, Felicity very happily pays for the dress, and all six women walk out of the shop. Laurel, who had picked Sara up, drives her back home, where Ava is already waiting for her.
“Hey babe, how was your day?” Ava asks, sitting on the couch as Sara walks through the front door.
“It was fun, I found the dress I wanna wear, although I didn’t get to pay for it.” Sara admits.
“Your mom?” Ava asks.
“Felicity.” Sara says, letting Ava pull her into her lap.
“I think Gary paid for mine, he said he used my card, but the bank always calls to verify purchases over a thousand dollars.” Ava says.
“You found your dress too?” Sara says. Ava nods. “Everythings gonna be perfect.” Sara says.
“It’s gonna be great!” Ava says, kissing Sara.
“You seem different, happier.” Sara says.
“I don’t know, something about finding the dress just made everything feel perfect.” Ava admits.
“I get that.” Sara says.
“You cried.” Ava says, frowning at Sara. Sara nods.
“Are you ok?” Ava asks.
“Yeah, everyone helped me, and it was overall a great day.” Sara says.
“I’m glad you had fun.” Ava says.
“What about you?” Sara asks.
“It was fun, I lost hope a little bit, because I couldn’t really find the right dress, but then I found it, so.” Ava says.
“I’m glad you had fun too.” Sara says.
“Maybe we should go have a little fun together, Captain Lance.” Ava suggests, her eyes darkening.
“Maybe we should, Captain Sharpe.” Sara says, getting on the same page very quickly, as she and Ava head up to their room.

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“I don’t want you to leave.” Sara whines, clinging to Ava as they lay in a hotel room bed. She and Ava had decided on being separate the night before their wedding, which means that since their rehearsal dinner has been over for hours, Ava has to go to the other side of the hotel, to her separate room.
“I know, but it’ll only be for a few hours, then we’ll be getting married.” Ava says.
“And I can see your dress?” Sara says, hopefully.
“And you can see my dress.” Ava chuckles. Personally, she didn’t really understand the hype over the dresses, besides, no outfit of Sara’s is better than Sara’s birthday suit. But, Sara seemed really excited to see Ava’s dress, so much so that Ava had to put it in Zari’s closet so that Sara wouldn’t see it ahead of time. Ava tries to pull away again, and this time Sara lets go, and Ava successfully stands.
“I love you Sara, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Ava says.
“I love you too Aves.” Sara says, reluctantly letting Ava go.

Sara Lance’s room, 5:30 in the morning.

Zari, Laurel, Kara, and Felicity were all in Sara’s room bright and early to get ready, even if the first two were chugging coffee. Sara had picked out golden dresses for them to wear, as it went with the wedding theme of blue and gold. Sara was also very glad that Ava had been able to change their venue to so last minute, since the colors went better with the beach, as opposed to the field behind their house, where the bright green grass and vibrantly colored flowers would have clashed.

The first part of the morning, before the eleven am ceremony, was spent lounging around, eating food, drinking juice, and generally relaxing, before they start changing.
“Sar, you're probably going to need help with the dress.” Laurel says.
“So you guys change, do whatever you need to do to get ready, while I do my makeup, then whoever’s done first can help me into my dress.” Sara says. So the bridesmaids listen, each heading to their own room, while Sara walks into her bathroom to start on her makeup.

Meanwhile, Ava Sharpe’s morning looks very different. She told her bridesmaids that she didn’t want to see them before the wedding, then put on a serial killer podcast, and got to work. She put on makeup, did her hair, and got into her dress, then she started on her secondary project, the honeymoon. She hadn’t even told Sara about her plan, since she wanted it to be a complete surprise.

“Sara, you look gorgeous.” Laurel says, standing in Sara’s bathroom with her, having just finished Sara’s hair.
“Thanks Laur, but I don’t even have my dress on yet.” Sara says, chuckling lightly.
“Kara’s getting it now, and Zari and Felicity have your jewelry.” Laurel says. True to Laurel’s word, Kara comes into the bathroom not a minute later, flying so that she can hold Sara’s dress straight without it touching the ground.
“One wedding dress, freshly ironed.” Kara says, excitedly.
“Show off.” Laurel mutters under her breath, although with Kara’s super hearing, and Laurel standing right next to Sara, everyone hears what Laurel says.
“Oh, your dad is ready whenever, and Nate says Ava’s ready too.” Kara says.
“Good.” Sara says, smiling. Kara and Laurel get her into the dress, just as Felicity and Zari walk in with her jewelry box.

Sara picks out a necklace with a golden chain attached to a teardrop shaped diamond, which dangles just above the top of the dress. She also puts in a pair of golden hoops, with tiny embedded blue rhinestones. Then, she puts on the bracelets Ava bought for her, gold bands that wind around her wrists.
“You look so pretty Sara.” Felicity says, as all the women step back to admire Sara in her dress.
“Can one of you tell me what Ava’s dress is like? Please?” Sara asks.
“Sara, you're going to find out when you walk down the aisle in like fifteen minutes.” Laurel says. Sara groans, but lets it go.
“Alright, we should probably get down to the beach.” Zari says.

They walk out of the room, and towards the elevators, going down to the lobby, where they find Gary.
“Gary you’re supposed to be in the tent!” Laurel says.
“Ava wanted eyes on Sara and the baby.” Gary says, flinching away from Laurel.
“She could have just called.” Laurel sighs. “Tell her that both Sara and the baby are just fine, and that Sara ate and drank, and that she needs to stop being an overbearing mother hen.” Laurel says.
Gary runs off towards Ava, while Felicity leads Sara and the others towards the tent.
“Is Mia ready?” Sara asks Felicity, as she sits in an armchair in the tent.
“Mostly, her hair is done and everything, but Ollie’s waiting to put her in the dress until a little closer, because otherwise she’ll get it wet, or dirty, or something.” Felicity says.
“And Elliott?” Sara asks.
“In Ava’s tent with Nora.” Zari says.
“She cheats though, she has magic, and that keeps any toddler entertained for hours.” Felicity grumbles. Then, Oliver brings Mia in.
“Sorry Lis, but she really wants Mama.” Oliver says, handing Felicity the two year old.
“Yeah, that tracks.” Felicity sighs. “Is William ok?” Felicity asks.
“Yeah, although I think he’s flirting with Jordan Kent.” Oliver grumbles.
“Oh good, he’s had a thing for Jordan for a while.” Felicity says, causing Kara to smile.
Oliver huffed, but walked out of the tent, probably to go drag his son away from Jordan.
“He’s really grouchy.” Sara says.
“Have you ever seen him around superman? He puffs up his chest.” Felicity says.
“It’s true, he gets really intimidated by Kal, it's kind of hysterical.” Kara says.
“I need to see this.” Sara says.
“Sar Sar!” Mia says excitedly reaching towards Sara from her mother’s arms. Sara walks over, and picks Mia up.
“Hi Mia, what’s up?” Sara asks, smiling at the toddler.
“Is it true that you have a baby in your belly?” Mia asks. Sara smiles.
“Yes Mia, I do have a baby in my belly.” Sara says.
“Is Aba the baby’s Mama too?” Mia asks.
“Yes Mia.” Sara says.
“Mama?” Mia asks, reaching back towards Felicity.
“What’s wrong baby?” Felicity asks, standing to take her daughter back.
“Can I have cake?” Mia asks.
“Of course Mia, why wouldn’t you be allowed to?” Felicity asks.
“Willy sayed that I can’t have cake cause I allergic, and that I no worry, cause he eat it for me. But I wanna eat my cake!” Mia whines.
“Baby, you can have cake.” Felicity sighs. “Someone remind me to ground my son later, will you?’ Felicity says.
“Will do.” Laurel says. “Also it’s time.” Laurel adds. They all get into position at the entrance to the tent, where through a small window, they can watch as Ava’s bridesmaids start down the aisle, wearing royal blue dresses. First Zari, then Mona, then Gary, and finally Nora.
“Good luck Sara.” All four women say, as they start to walk out of the tent. Laurel goes first, followed by Kara, and Zari. Finally Felicity goes, depositing Mia next to Sara.
“You ready Mimi, you know what to do?” Sara asks. Mia nods. Sara watches the window, waiting for Elliott Palmer to walk down the aisle, before sending Mia. Mia sprinkles her flowers just the way she practiced, and save for a small stumble, which she quickly recovers from, Mia makes it down the aisle perfectly, going to stand across from Elliott, and next to Felicity. Then, the song Ava had picked to walk down the aisle to starts, and her father pulls her away from the window.
“You should see her for the first time when you walk down the aisle.” Quentin says.
“So everyone gets to see her but me?” Sara whines.
“You get to see her for the rest of your lives.” Quentin argues. Sara looks like she wants to say more, but her song starts.
“Alright baby girl, let’s walk down that aisle.” Quentin says. He takes Sara’s arm, and leads her out of the tent.

Sara’s glad she didn’t see Ava before, because walking onto the aisle, and seeing Ava for the first time in the dress is nothing short of amazing. So much so that she stumbles, and Quentin has to wrap an arm around her waist before they continue.

To Ava, the aisle that had seemed short and breezy when she was walking it with Nate suddenly became a thousand times longer. Watching Sara walk down it in her dress, looking exactly like a princess. After what felt like a thousand years, yet also somehow one second, Quentin was putting Sara’s hand in her’s and kissing Sara’s cheek, before going to his spot.

“We are gathered here today to witness the matrimony of Sara Lance and Ava Sharpe, you may be seated.” The minister says, and everyone sits. “Marriage is a vow, to love and support each other forever, and I understand you two have written your own vows?” The minister says. Sara and Ava both nod. “Go ahead.” He says
“Before I met you, Sara, I was just a paperpusher in an office, who loved rules. And now that I know you, one of those things has changed, although we both know it’s not the rule part. You brought color into my life, and you gave me adventure, and fun, and you taught me how to live. So Sara Lance, I promise that as long as I live, I will love you, and I will go on any adventure you want.” Ava says. Sara smiles at her, tears running down her cheeks, and Ava wipes them away with her free hand.
“Before I met you I was floating, and not in a good way. But then you came along, and you brought me back to earth, and you taught me to believe in tomorrow again, and I love you all the more for that. You pulled me out of the dark, and brought me into the light.. So Ava Sharpe, I promise that until the day I die, I will be here for you, and I will love you, and I will always come back to you.” Sara says.
“Those were beautiful.” The minister says.

“Do you Ava Sharpe, take Sara Quinn Lance, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do.” Ava says.
“Do you, Sara Quinn Lance, take Ava Sharpe, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until you actually die?”
“I do.” Sara says, stifling a laugh at the last part.
“Then unless anyone objects-” The minister starts.
“I object.” Nyssa says, standing. Sara looks ready to cry, as everyone turns to look at Nyssa.
“Look, Sara, I love you. I will always love you. And I can’t let you get married, not unless I know that what you truly want is this.” Nyssa says.
At first, Ava’s expecting Sara to talk, but when Sara buries her face into Ava’s shoulder, Ava thinks it’s going to be her. Then, Quentin stands.
“Look here, you have never been good enough for my daughter, and you never will be. All you do is put her in danger, and into situations that make her upset, like you're doing right now. So you can take your objection, and shove it up your ass.” Quentin practically growls.
“Sara?” Nyssa asks. Sara whimpers from Ava’s shoulder, and Ava gently squeezes her hand.
“My almost wife, very clearly, does not want to run away with you.” Ava says.
“I need to hear it from her.” Nyssa says. Sara stiffens, but stands just enough to look at Nyssa.
“Nys, I, I don’t love you anymore, I haven’t for a very long time. And I’m finally happy now, with Ava, and our baby.” Sara says.
“I understand.” Nyssa says. “My beloved.” She adds, before walking out the door.
“Anyone else?” The minister asks. When nobody stands, he says, “By the power vested in me by the mayor of Star City, I now pronounce you wife and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

Hours later, after the reception, and after most of the guests have left, Sara and Ava are dancing with the stragglers, when Nyssa approaches.
“Nyssa, please don’t.” Sara says, eyes searching for Ava.
“Sara, I know you didn’t want to say it earlier, in front of Ava, but Sara I know you still love me, what we had doesn’t just fade.” Nyssa says.
“Nys, I meant what I said all those years ago. I wasn’t with you because you saved me. I was with you because I loved you, but you were right. I don’t love you anymore. I love Ava,and the life we have now, and I wouldn’t give anything for that.” Sara says.
“What if you weren’t pregnant anymore?” Nyssa asks.
“What?” Sara asks, her hands flying protectively to her stomach, as Ava spots them from across the room, and begins walking over.
“I mean, if we took your child with that woman out of the equation, do you really love her more?” Nyssa asks.
“Don’t hurt my baby.” Sara says, letting Ava stand in front of her.
“Stop threatening my wife. She has made it abundantly clear that she doesn’t want to run away with you.” Ava says, her voice threatening.
“She didn’t admit it.” Nyssa says. Before Ava can ask what Nyssa means, Sara speaks.
“It wouldn’t matter. Even if Ava didn’t love me back, I would still love her more. I don’t love you that way anymore.” Sara says. It’s at that moment that Nyssa punches Sara in the stomach.

Hours later, Sara and Ava are leaving the hospital, and after several hours of monitoring, long after the punch stops hurting, the doctors are confident that the baby is ok, however they send Sara home on the conditions that she take it easy for the next five days, and that she come back if anything feels off.
“Are you ok?” Ava asks. Sara nods.
“I’m just glad Nyssa didn’t hurt the baby, I’m sorry she ruined our wedding though.” Sara says.
“It wasn’t ruined my love, nothing I do with you is ever ruined.” Ava says.
“Are you ok?” Sara asks.
“I’ve been better, I was a lot happier before your ex-girlfriend tried to kill our baby.” Ava says.
“Does this mean that we can’t go on our honeymoon?” Sara asks.
“I already postponed everything, while you were changing. From May Fifth to June First, the Sharpe family will be in the Bahamas.” Ava says.
“Say that again.” Sara says.
“Bahamas?” Ava asks.
“No, the other thing.” Sara says.
“Sharpe Family?” Ava asks. Sara nods, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.
“Sharpe Family.” Ava says.
“We’re a family.” Sara says. “You, me, and the baby, Ava Sharpe, Sara Sharpe, and Bean Sharpe.” Sara adds.
“We are not naming our baby Bean.” Ava says.
“Debatable.” Sara says, smiling.
Even if the ending of their wedding day was ruined, Ava’s happy, really happy and if, after she carried Sara to bed, and locked the doors, she cried happy tears in the bathroom, that would be her business, and none of the Legends would ever have to know about it, including Sara.

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At the end of the five days, Sara is practically bouncing off the walls with boredom. Part of her taking it easy meant no sex, much to her and Ava’s shagrin. During the five day period, almost every single one of her friends visited her, however after their visit while Sara was still in the hospital, Oliver and Felicity have been radio silent.

Sara forgot all about her friends’ uncharacteristic absence later that day, as she watched Ava repack for their honeymoon for the fiftieth time, right before the couple was set to leave.
“Your bras still fit, right?” Ava asks, folding Sara’s underclothes back into her suitcase.
“The ones we bought yesterday? Yes.” Sara says, looking up from her phone, where she had been spamming candy crush for the past half hour, while Ava repacked her own suitcase.
“And your underwear isn’t too tight?” Ava asks.
“No, it’s fine, they were a little loose before, plus they stretch.” Sara says.
“I’m packing mostly loose clothes, since you’ll probably start showing while we're there.” Ava says, although she and Sara both know that at eleven weeks, Sara’s already struggling to fit into her jeans, since her hips, and previously defined abdomen, were already softening.
“Ok.” Sara says, already having had this discussion the first time Ava packed. Not that Sara would point that out, since she knows that her wife is a stress packer.

Five hours later, the couple are on a plane, and Sara is out cold, her head resting on Ava’s shoulder as the taller woman reads. She’s wrapped in her sweatshirt, the one that looked suspiciously like Ava’s old time bureau one. Not that Ava cared, because despite her accusatory glare, and complaining, she secretly loves it when Sara wears her clothes. What Ava does care about is the fact that the blonde laying against her shoulder is distracting her from her book with her light snoring. Ok, fine, Ava will admit, it’s not the snoring that has her distracted. She knows that the doctor said that everything was ok, not just after the wedding, but earlier that morning, but she can’t help worrying about Sara and the baby, especially after hearing Sara’s soft sobs on the way to the hospital, and having seen the spots of blood on her wife’s underwear. Sara pulls her out of her thoughts, yawning softly.
“Are we almost there?” Sara asks, her head still resting against Ava’s shoulder.
“To New York? Yes.” Ava says.
“And then we stay the night in New York?” Sara asks.
“Two nights, then we leave early the morning after for the Bahamas.” Ava says
“Oh right, because you want to check on the new Time Bureau location.” Sara says.
“Yes, and I figured we could do a little sightseeing.” Ava says.
“Alright, but there are going to be a lot of people.” Sara says, yawning.
“If you want, you can go back to sleep, we won’t land for the better part of an hour.” Ava says.
“I’m ok, I think I’ll play Candy Crush.” Sara says, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
“Ok.” Ava says.

When they do land, Ava gets their smaller bag down from the overhead compartment, despite Sara’s insistence that she can do it. Ava pulls a line about being taller, which earns her a gigantic eye roll from Sara. They navigate the mess of JFK airport, getting their checked bags, and getting onto the subway to their hotel. And, once again despite Sara’s grumbling, Ava takes three of the four bags, leaving Sara with the smallest of the rolling bags.

When they get to their hotel, Sara flops down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, since despite her plane nap, and the fact that it’s barely three pm in New York, or twelve pm in Star City, her early wake up has left her exhausted.
“Baby, do you want me to go to the new location myself so you can nap before dinner?” Ava asks. She had gotten them a reservation at the hotel's dining room, and she knew that Sara wouldn’t want to miss dinner.
“No, I should come too, we’re co-directors after all.” Sara says. “We should probably change into more director-like clothes though, and I should run a brush through my hair.” Sara adds.

Ten minutes later, Ava is dressed in her typical pantsuit from her original Time Bureau days, and her hair is back in it’s bun, while Sara is wearing a light blue dress, since her already tight pantsuit pants no longer fit her.
“Ready?” Ava asks, taking her hand.
“Yep.” Sara says, starting towards the door, before Ava opened a portal.
“I thought you said you wanted to travel the old fashioned way.” Sara says.
“I also didn’t want to do work on our honeymoon, yet here we are checking out the new office.” Ava says, by way of excuse. In truth, she’s portalling because she knows that if they travel via subway, Sara will be too tired for dinner, but of course, she doesn't say that to Sara, since she knows that her wife is rather sensitive about her new limits. They step through the portal, and into the newest Time Bureau building.

“Well, they didn’t seem totally incompetent.” Sara remarks, taking a sip of her water.
“Sara!” Ava scolds, chuckling lightly. “They were completely fine, and you know better than anyone that with all the new aberrations, and time criminals on the loose, having five offices is going to be helpful.” Ava says.
“Do we really need five? I get two, and I get that we had to build in New York since they don’t want us to keep aliens, demons and company right next to the capital, but I don't understand why we need a Time Bureau office in New York, Beijing, Star, Paris, and Dubai.” Sara says.
“Because our ‘jail-break’ let out a lot of people, and as much as I hate to admit it, some of those people were in captivity for a good reason.” Ava says.
“I suppose.” Sara says. “I still think that the Legends could handle it.” Sara grumbles.
“Sar, half the Legends are working part time, since Nate’s in the totem, writing his book, and all the others got back to their own timelines. I know you don’t like admitting it, but we need help.” Ava says.
“Fine. Enough work talk, what do you want to see tomorrow?” Sara asks.
“I don’t really know, I thought we could decide tonight.” Ava says.
“Ava Sharpe, you and I both know that you have a list of everything you want to see, and I’m ninety percent sure you already have reservations when necessary. And I've already seen New York, so don’t try to use that excuse.” Sara says.
“With the league?” Ava asks.
“No, I went with Laurel for a week when I was sixteen, our parents were both working, and she was on break from college.” Sara says.
“Ah.” Ava says. “In that case, I want to go see the Statue of Liberty, and the Empire State building, and then I asked Nora and we are having lunch with her, Ray, and the twins.” Ava says.
“Ok, but after that I want to go to the American Girl doll store.” Sara says.
“Why?” Ava asks.
“My parents got Laurel and I each an American girl doll when we were babies, and I thought maybe we could carry the tradition on for our kids.”
“I like that.” Ava says softly.
“Oh, babe, are you ok?” Sara asks.
“Yes, I just wish that I had a tradition to pass down to our baby.” Ava says.
“Oh Aves, I’m so sorry. Sara says. “But we can also create our own traditions for our family, annual vacations or something.” Sara says.
“It’s ok, I’ve accepted myself as a clone, just sometimes things make it slightly harder.” Ava says. Before Sara can continue on with the conversation, Ava changes the subject. “And what’s this you say about kids?” Ava asks.
“I really liked growing up with Laurel, and I want to give our baby a relationship like that. We don’t have to though, one baby is more than I ever thought I’d get.” Sara says.
“No, I think I’d like to have multiple kids. Maybe three or four.” Ava says.
“Hold up, four?” Sara says.
“We’ve basically had eight for the past eight years, I’m not saying that's a bad thing, but I feel like two might seem too quiet.” Ava says.
“That makes sense. I’m not carrying eight babies though.” Sara says.
“And I think actual children may be more chaotic than our adult children, so.” Ava says.
“Four sounds nice. We could name them bean, cheese, bacon, and grease.” Sara says, jokingly.
“None of our children are being named after foods. We are giving them normal names.” Ava says, seriously.
“We’ll see about that. On a serious note though, if our baby is a girl, I’d like to use Laurel, at least for a middle name. I know that she’s back now, but she's still…” Sara says, trailing off.
“I’d love to name our baby after your sister.” Ava says. “Although since Laurel is back, a middle name would probably make more sense, because otherwise it might be confusing.” Ava says.
“True, if I said call Laurel, and I meant our kid, and you called my sister it might be really awkward.” Sara says. They laugh, and spend the rest of their dinner joking with each other, happy to finally be on their honeymoon.

The next day, after seeing both the Statue of Liberty, and the Empire State building, Sara and Ava meet up with Ray and Nora, and their two year old twins, Elliott and Damien. Sara had originally been angry about Damien’s name, still rightfully angry about what Damien Darhk had done to Laurel, but with Laurel back, and a pep talk from Ava, Sara was close with both twins, and their favorite Aunt, as evidenced by the way both boys run into Sara’s arms when she bends down to hug them.
“Auntie Sawa!” Damien squeals, his chubby arms wrapping around Sara’s neck, as Elliott clings to her arm.
“If it isn’t my favorite boys!” Sara says.
“Uppy.” Elliott says, letting go of Sara’s arm to hold up his own.
“Ok, Dami can you go sideways so I can pick you both up?” Sara asks. Damien complies, and Sara lifts both boys, taking them to the table, Ava close behind her.
“It appears you’ve located our children.” Nora says, by way of greeting. She’s sitting next to Ray, with a high chair on either side of the table.
“They stole my wife.” Ava says, completely joking as she leans down to hug her friend, as Sara returns the twins to their highchairs.
“Aunt Sawa sit me!” Elliott calls, from next to Ray.
“No!” Damien yells. “Me!” Damien says, giving Sara his best puppy eyes, as Elliott does the same.
“Dami, I sat next to you last time, I think it’s Elli’s turn.” Sara says.

They overall have a good time catching up with their friends, even if Damien’s still whimpering when they leave, complaining about how unfair it was that Elliott got to sit next to Sara and he didn’t. When they got back to the hotel though, Sara could tell that something was weighing on Ava’s mind.
“What’s wrong babe?” Sara asks.
“Nothing it's-” Ava starts.
“Aves, don’t go in your corner. Talk to me.” Sara says.
“I’m scared that our baby isn’t going to like me.” Ava admits, sheepishly.
“What, why?” Sara asks, frowning
“Well, Damien and Elliott don’t like me, and neither does Stella.” Ava says.
“Damien and Elliott only like me because I helped Ray watch them while you and Nora were at book club, well that and I give them ice cream. And Stella only likes Nate and Zari, and she tolerates me because I tell her embarrassing stories about her parents. And our baby is going to love you, because you are her Mommy, and you are amazing. And unless you abandon or abuse her, pretty much all kids love their parents. Besides, she is half me, and I love you one hundred percent, so she has to love you at least fifty percent.” Sara says. Ava chuckles at the last part.
“Thank you babe, that really helped.” Ava says.
“Of course, now, who’s ready to pick a doll?” Sara asks.

Two hours later, Ava is overwhelmed by the sheer number of dolls. Who knew there could be so many different dolls. Another half hour goes by, before Sara picks a blue eyed blonde hair doll, who Ava begrudgingly admits does look something like a combination of the two of them. They buy the doll in the basic outfit, deciding that they can go back for toys and accessories when their baby is actually old enough to pick things themself.
“This was fun, I’m glad we stayed here for a few days, instead of just going straight to the Bahamas.” Sara says.
“Me too, it was fun to see the city, and now we have stuff for the baby. Speaking of which, we should probably go shopping for the baby when we get back to the city.” Ava says, opening the door, as Sara yawns.
“We should probably go to bed sooner than later, our flight tomorrow is decently early.” Ava says.
“Ok, but first cuddles.” Sara yawns.
“Cuddles.” Ava agrees.

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“Aves, this is almost as big as our house in Star City!” Sara exclaims, walking through the house Ava had rented in the Bahamas.
“I know, but it was the only place I could find on such short notice, and I thought it would be stressful to stay in a hotel.” Ava says
“Fair.” Sara says. “The baby wants to go swimming.” Sara adds, pouting, and putting a hand over her stomach.
“Oh does he?” Ava asks, skeptically raising an eyebrow. Sara nods.
“She thinks we need to go in the ocean.” Sara says, turning up the pout.
“Fine, then her Moms are going to need swimsuits and sunscreen.” Ava says, pulling Sara close, and slipping a hand over Sara’s stomach.
“Sunscreen is yucky.” Sara says.
“What?” Ava asks.
“It’s sticky, and I never get it fully rubbed in.” Sara shrugs.
“Well you are going to wear some today, I’m not letting my pregnant wife get sunburnt.” Ava sighs.
“Fine.” Sara relents.

Ten minutes later, they are in their room, Sara wearing a red bikini, and Ava a black one piece and a swim shirt. Ava is putting sunscreen on Sara’s back, as Sara grumbles about hating the consistency.
“I know you don’t like it, but if you get burned it's going to hurt, besides that leads to skin cancer.” Ava says.
“Sounds less sticky.” Sara remarks.
“Sara!” Ava scolds, closing the sunscreen bottle as she finishes.
“Can we go swimming now?” Sara asks, turning around.
“Sure.” Ava says.

Sara leads them through the house, stepping outside onto the beach, where she deposits the towel bag, and Ava’s book. She then grabs Ava’s hands and tries to drag her wife towards the water.
“Aves please.” Sara begs.
“I was going to read my book first.” Ava says, glancing down at the bag.
“You can read it later.” Sara says.
“Sar.” Ava complains.
“Please? The baby wants both her moms to go swimming.” Sara begs.
“For a little bit.” Ava relents. “But then I want you to have a nap, you didn’t sleep that much last night, and we woke up early for the plane.” Ava says.
“Bossy.” Sara mutters under her breath.
“Do you want playtime or not?” Ava asks.
Sara sighs, sadly. “I don’t really feel…” Sara trails off. As excited as she is about swimming, she isn’t really in the mood for anything more strenuous.
“Let’s just swim, and then if you want to keep lounging around after your nap, then we can stay in bed all day.” Ava says, very quickly changing the topic.
“Sounds good.” Sara says.
After their swim, Sara falls asleep on the beach, and Ava carries her inside, not wanting her wife to get a sunburn. Then, after some mental debate, Ava puts on a second coat of sunscreen, and goes back to the beach to read her book. Then, two hours later, Sara walks back outside, wearing Ava’s tee-shirt, and she walks directly to her wife, depositing herself in Ava’s lap.
“Hi my love.” Ava says, discarding her book and wrapping her arms around Sara.
“Hey.” Sara says, gently kissing her wife. Then, she pulls away, just enough so that her lips are still hovering over Ava’s. “Do you remember what I said earlier?” Sara asks. Ava nods. “I changed my mind.” Sara says. With those words, Ava quickly stands, grabbing the bag, and with Sara in her arms, she rushes towards the bedroom, barely pausing to put the bag down.

An hour later, Ava traces mindless patterns over Sara’s stomach, as Sara cuddles into Ava, burying her face into Ava’s chest.
“I love your boobs.” Sara says.
“Sara!” Ava says, chuckling.
“What, they’re so nice, like my own personal pillow.” Sara says, sighing contentedly.
“You have personal pillows, like ten of them on our bed at home.” Ava says, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, but none of them are as good as Ava Sharpe.” Sara says, pulling herself into a seated position, and brushing the hair back from Ava’s face.
“Do you want lunch? I just realized I don’t think we ate anything since this morning.” Ava says.
“I mean, I think I just did a pretty good job eating.” Sara jokes, giving Ava a cocky smile.
“I mean actual food.” Ava says, thwacking Sara’s arm. Sara feighs offence.
“Did you just hit your pregnant wife?” Sara asks.
“If you're going to pull the baby card, then were you really just talking about sex in front of our innocent child?” Ava asks, raising an eyebrow.
“She doesn’t have eardrums yet, those don’t develop until week twelve.” Sara counters.
“And you're at eleven and a half.” Ava says.
“Which is less than twelve. Besides, being able to hear doesn’t equal ability to understand.” Sara says, as her stomach grumbles. “But it does equal ability to be hungry, come on bean, Mama’s gonna make you some grilled cheese.” Sara says, patting her stomach, before standing, and heading towards the kitchen, Ava close on her heels.

Three weeks later, Ava wakes up in the middle of the night, to see light shining through the crack in the bathroom door.. She turns her head, to find her wife missing from bed. Sighing, Ava sits up, slides her feet into her slippers, and she tentatively walks towards the bathroom.
“Baby, you ok?” Ava asks, gently pushing the bathroom door open further, to reveal Sara standing in front of the giant mirror.
“Aves?” Sara asks, turning her head, a huge grin on her face.
“Hey.” Ava says, walking towards Sara.
“Wait, come look at this.” Sara says, guiding Ava to stand at her side, before moving her hands to the waistband of her shorts.
“Sara, what are you doing?” Ava asks, sleepiness catching up with her brain.
“Just watch!” Sara scolds, rolling her shorts down to her hips, before pulling her tank top up to her chest. It takes Ava a second to realize what she’s looking at, but the second she does, she steps forward, so she’s standing behind Sara, before cupping the small but defined bump that protrudes from her wife’s abdomen.
“You're showing.” Ava whispers, kissing Sara’s neck.
“I noticed it this afternoon, but I thought I was just bloated.” Sara admits.
“You look gorgeous. Look at you.” Ava says, moving her left arm so that the bump is once again visible from the mirror. “Growing my child. I bet all the other men and women are jealous, but you are all mine.” Ava says, emphasizing her words with kisses on Sara’s neck. Sara turns in Ava’s arms.
“And you are mine.” Sara says.

The next night, Ava’s slowly sipping her red wine, watching as Sara dances in a short pink dress. There was a time when Ava never thought she’d see Sara wearing pink, but then again, there was also a time where Ava Sharpe thought that Sara Lance would only be hers in her dreams. Then, something ruins Ava’s perfect picture, a tall woman with dark hair touches Sara’s arm. Ava watches Sara’s attempt to deflect, as the other woman touches her face, and caresses her side. Ava’s up in seconds, getting to Sara’s side faster than Barry Allen ever could.
“I believe my wife said no, please refrain from touching her.” Ava says, pulling Sara to her side.
“We were just having fun, no need to be so uptight.” The woman says. In less then a second, Ava has the woman against the wall.
“I don’t think you understand. You do not get to touch what is mine.” Ava growls.
“Sheesh lady, fine.” The woman says. Ava turns around, walking back towards Sara.
“Damn babe, that was hot.” Sara says, going on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around Ava’s shoulders.
“She touched My Wife, and My Baby. I had every right to kill her.” Ava says.
“You know, I never realized you were so possessive.” Sara says.
“Liar.” Ava chuckles.
“Maybe you should remind me.” Sara says, suggestively raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe I will.” Ava says, taking Sara’s hands, and leading her out of the bar, her half drank glass of wine forgotten at the bar, as she leads Sara back to their house.

A week later, Sara’s sitting on the couch as Ava finishes scouring the house for their things, and comparing the list of what they brought to the current contents of their suitcases.
“Do we have bean’s doll?” Sara asks.
“We had that shipped back to our house, and Mona brought it in, it should be sitting on our kitchen table, along with any other mail and packages.” Ava says.
“Ok, do we have our phones?” Sara asks.
“Yes.” Ava says, pulling her phone out of her pocket, and gesturing to Sara’s phone.
“Tablet?” Sara asks. Ava again holds the requested object up.
“Then we have a million copies of everything else at home, it’s not the end of the world to replace stuff.” Sara says.
“But babe.” Ava complains.
“You’ve packed our things thirty times, everything is in those bags. Now, come enjoy the last two hours of our honeymoon, before we have to go back to real life.” Sara says, taking Ava’s hand, and dragging her back to the bedroom.

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“I think I’ll explode if I get any bigger.” Sara deadpans, looking very seriously at Ava. At nine months pregnant, most of her activities consist of sitting on the couch and complaining to Ava.
“Well, it shouldn’t be too much longer, and then we’ll have a use for all of these baby clothes.” Ava says, gesturing to the large bin of baby clothing that Sara had insisted upon buying, and then washing.
“And the nursery. Speaking of which, did you finish painting? I want to move the furniture in before the baby comes.” Sara says.
“We now have a fully painted nursery, and Mick, Ray, and Nate are coming in ten minutes to move the furniture back in.” Ava says.
“We could have done it.” Sara complains.
“You aren’t supposed to be lifting heavy things, and given what happened last week, I’d prefer not to leave you unsupervised.” Ava says.
“The microwave was dusty.” Sara complains.
“And I told you that if you needed me to clean anything, you should call.” Ava chides, patiently.
“I wanted to be able to do it myself, I hate being useless.” Sara admits, burying her face in her hands. Ava discards the onesie she had been folding and rushes to comfort her wife.
“Oh my love, you are not useless, you are never useless.” Ava says, pulling Sara’s face out of her hands. “Look at me Sara.” Ava says. Sara does, raising her eyes to meet Ava’s. “You are very pregnant, and that means that sometimes you can’t do the things you're used to, but that doesn’t make you useless.” Ava says.
“I love that we’re having a baby that is genetically both of ours, but I’m so sick of being pregnant, and I shouldn’t even be complaining about this to you because you can’t get pregnant, and I should be grateful that I can.” Sara cries, burying her face in Ava’s shoulder.
“My love, you are thirty seven weeks pregnant, you wake up at least three times a night to pee, and you can’t stand by yourself. Not to mention, you wince almost every time the baby moves. You are very clearly uncomfortable baby, and you are absolutely allowed to complain, and you are definitely allowed to be sick of being pregnant. Now in better news, you have a maximum of five weeks left before we meet our little bean.” Ava says.
“She better be really cute.” Sara says, cracking a smile.
“She’s half you and half me, she couldn’t be anything else.” Ava says. Then, a knock sounds at the door.
“I’ll get it.” Sara says. She tries to stand up, but fails, so Ava quickly jumps to her feet, and pulls Sara up.
“We’ll get it together.” Ava says, as the couple walks to the front door of their house, and opens it.

Ten minutes later, with Sara’s very particular directing, Mick, Ray, and Nate have successfully moved all the nursery furniture from where Ava had previously built it in the guest bedroom, to the baby’s room.
“This good boss? Mick asks. Sara nods slowly, taking in the room. They still had a few final details, however Ava was waiting to put those up until the boys were gone, since they revealed the baby’s sex, which Ava and Sara were trying to keep a secret from their friends.
“Sara, the nursery looks beautiful.” Ray says.
“Thanks Ray, but it was all Ava, I just chose the paint color.” Sara says.
“And the crib, and the changing table, and pretty much everything else for the room while I was freaking out over Time Bureau stuff.” Ava admits, walking to Sara’s side and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Yeah, but that was easy, I just picked the safest stuff and then asked Zari what would go the best for our theme. You actually built everything.” Sara says.
“Which was pretty much just following the instructions.” Ava says.
“I think we’ll go, preferably before you two have each other's pants off.” Nate says, as Mick and Ray follow him out of the room, down the stairs, and out the portal.
“Do you think they know we haven’t had sex in like two months?” Sara asks, smirking.
“I doubt it, although as a general rule, I tend to believe the Legends spend zero time thinking about our sex lives.” Ava says, scrunching her nose at the thought.

Two weeks later, Laurel Elizabeth Sharpe was born on November 10th, 2022, at eleven o one pm. Hours later, Ava holds her newborn daughter, as both Laurel and Sara sleep. Then, Laurel wakes up, opening her eyes. At present, they match Sara’s ocean blue ones, however Sara seems convinced that they’ll change to Ava’s blue grey color. Sara’s also convinced that Laurel looks exactly like Ava, but Ava thinks that the baby's face is too squishy to look much like anyone yet.
“Hi baby girl.” Ava says, looking softly down at her daughter. “I’m your mommy, Ava, and that lady over there is your mama, Sara. She’s usually awake, but right now she’s pretty tired from pushing you out. You also have a lot of aunts and uncles, but you're probably only going to meet two of them today, and your grandparents. We’re probably going to go home tomorrow, or I guess later today, since it’s one now. You have your own bedroom, although you're going to sleep with Mama and I for the first few months, but something tells me you won’t mind that, since you still think you're part of your Mama right now, even though you are your very own person now.”
“Hey.” Sara says, opening her eyes, and yawning.
“Hey baby.” Ava says, standing up, and walking to Sara’s side. “How are you feeling?” Ava asks.
“Like I pushed a nine pound baby out of my vagina.” Sara quips.
“Sounds right, although Laurel would like it to be known that she is actually eight pounds and fifteen ounces.” Ava says.
“Are you really going to argue with your baby mama two hours after she pushed out your child?” Sara asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Baby mama sounds like I knocked you up after a one night stand.” Ava says.
“I mean, you did get me pregnant unintentionally.” Sara says.
“Are you suggesting that you didn’t want this baby?” Ava asks.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I very obviously want Laurel. Now give me my baby, you’ve been holding her for like half her life” Sara says, making grabby hands at the baby. Ava gently passes Laurel into Ava’s arms.
“Is everyone outside to see her?” Sara asks.
“Nate says your parents and Laurel are here, and the rest of the Legends left as soon as I told them that you and the baby were ok.” Ava says.
“I think we should bring them to meet her now.”
“Ok, I’ll go get them.” Ava says, turning to walk out the door.
“Wait!” Sara says.
“What’s up baby?” Ava asks.
“Can you get me a snack too?” Sara begs.
“Of course, anything specific?” Ava asks.
“Something sweet, I think.” Sara says.
“Alright, our family, and something sweet, coming right up.” Ava says.

“Aves, can you come here for a sec?” Sara asks.
“Coming!” Ava says, and Sara can hear her practically running down the stairs.
“It’s ok Laur Laur, Mommy’s gonna come help us.” Sara says, slowly rocking the baby to keep her calm.
“Sar, you ok, is Laurel ok?” Ava asks, rushing to her wife’s side.
“We are fine, but Laurel is hungry, and I put her bottle in the heater, and now I can’t get it out, because your stupid genes have made our baby too long to hold in one arm.” Sara sighs exasperatedly. Over the past few days, she had slowly been discovering a list of things she couldn’t do by herself now that Laurel was too tall.
“Here, hand her to me, I’ll feed her.” Ava says, getting the bottle out of, what in her opinion, is the most overly extravagant way to warm up milk, and taking Laurel from Sara.
“Thanks babe, do you mind if I shower?” Sara asks.
“Not at all, Laurel and I got it, right baby?” Ava asks, looking conspiratorially down at her daughter, who is too distracted by sucking on her bottle.
“All right, I’ll be quick, unless I shouldn’t be?” Sara says, raising her eyebrows. When she got her healing powers back after Laurel’s birth, she ended up recovering much faster than the couple originally thought, meaning that there was no need for the usual six week wait before sex.
“Take your time, if Laurel finishes her bottle and goes down quickly enough, then I’ll see about joining you.” Ava says. Sara kisses Laurel’s forehead, before going on her tiptoes to try to kiss Ava, but pouting when she is still an inch short of Ava’s lips. Ava chuckles, before kissing Sara’s forehead.
“I’ll see you soon baby.” Ava says.
“See you soon.” Sara says, winking.