It's a little past noon when the doorbell rings. Sara, who is in the kitchen calling close friends of Laurel and Tommy to spread the news, quickly checks on a sleeping Rebecca in the living room before opening the door.

"Hi dad." She tries to smile at her father, but instead her lip quivers.

"Oh baby." He holds out his arms to her, and she gladly accepts the invitation for the hug, burying her face in his shoulder, finally letting the tears stream down her face. "Baby girl," he whispers in her hair, "Just breathe." He rubs his hands soothingly up and down her back like he used to do when she was little. Back then, anything could be solved by her father's hugs. He'd wrap his arms around her and all of the hurt in the world would disappear.

But even her father's arms can't protect her from the hurt of losing her sister.

Sara pulls away from him before the emotions get too much. "You okay? You look tired."

"Yeah, didn't sleep much. I'll be okay." Quentin tells her, before pressing a kiss on her forehead. "I believe you asked for a bag of clothes?"

"Yes, thank you! Come on in." She takes the bag from him and leads him through the hallway towards the kitchen.

Quentin glances into the living room before stepping into the kitchen, noticing the lack of kids fluttering around. "Where are all the kids?"

"Leonard took Simon to go grocery shopping, and Laura and Rebecca are both asleep." Sara explains, then points to the living room, where she can just see Rebecca's arm sticking out where she's spread out on the couch. Quentin sees it and smiles softly.

"I can wake her up, if you want?" Sara looks at her father, his eyes filled with the affection he has for his grandchildren.

"No, it's fine. They need their rest." There are tears in his eyes, but her father is quick to blink them away. "There's something else I wanted to talk about, actually."

Sara nods and gestures her father to take a seat. "What's up?"

He takes a deep breath before throwing it on the table. "Child services called."

She sits up a little straighter and sighs. "Right."

"They want to get in contact with you and Leonard, the godparents, and drop by to see how the kids are doing under your care, talk through your options, that sort of thing."


"It's just a regular check-up. Raising three children is a handfull, and they just want to see if you're up for it." Her father explains.

She nods. "I'll um… have to talk to Snart. We haven't really, talked about any of this yet."

"I'll leave you to it then." Her father gets up and gently pats her leg. She follows him to the hallway until he turns back around.

"By the way, do you remember, um," He takes a deep breath to steady his voice, "Do you remember those flowers Laurel had in her bridal bouquet? The white ones? I can't remember what they're called, and the florist-" His emotions finally get the best of him, a tear rolling down his cheek as he sucks in a breath.

"Lily of the valley." Sara closes her eyes, letting herself return to her sister's wedding day for a moment, remembering the excitement and pure happiness that she felt for her sister that day. She reopens her eyes and smiles at the memory. "I remember how the florist tried to recommend her different, more traditional flower bouquets, but she insisted on a bouquet of lily of the valley's because she loved their meaning so much." Sara's eyes fill with tears as she remembers the meaning of the small flower.

"It meant 'You've made my life complete'."

"She made our lives complete." Quentin covers his mouth to stop another sob from escaping.

"Daddy," Sara steps forward and takes his hand, "If you need anything-"

He shakes his head. "No baby, you have your hands full here, taking care of their children. Let me do this, okay?"

Reluctantly, she agrees. "Okay."

Quentin hugs her and Sara is quick to return the gesture, burying her face in his chest. "I gotta go back to work, but you let me know if you need anything, okay? And call me once you know more about your options with child services, maybe I can help with that."

"Okay daddy."

He kisses the top of her head, then lets her go. "I'll let myself out."

Sara waves her father goodbye, then returns to the list of phone numbers in front of her. She still has a lot of calls to make.

When Leonard returns from the supermarket with a sleeping Simon in his arms, he finds Sara on the living room couch with her arms wrapped around Rebecca, both of them sleeping soundly. On the coffee table in front of them lays an abandoned notebook with phone numbers, some crossed out, and a baby monitor. Leonard puts the sleeping toddler in the armchair next to the couch and leaves the groceries in the kitchen. He hopes this round of groceries will last them at least a week, but he's never had to buy groceries for anyone but himself, and frankly, he has no idea how much three children eat.

He moves back to the living room and takes up the notebook with phone numbers. He recognises a few of the names as friends of Tommy's, and realises these phone numbers are numbers of close friends and family that need to be informed of their deaths. Flicking through the notebook, he can see that Sara has already called more than half of them, but there are still a few who need to be called.

Sara stirs in her sleep and Leonard looks up from the notebook. He can't suppress the soft smile on his lips. She looks so peaceful in her sleep, an expression he'd never thought he'd see on the fierce woman he knows.

It suits her rather well.

He sighs, gathers up the notebook and pen, and moves to the kitchen to make the last of the calls.