Hello! I've returned to my Rory-filled universe to make this happy little fluffy thing because I'm still upset about Destiny. I hope y'all enjoy!

It was not an overstatement to say that Rory was the best part of Sara and Leonard's life. She was a beacon of light in what once had been a lot of darkness, but it wasn't always that way.

Sara had not been happy during the duration of her pregnancy. She'd spent most of it sitting around the house, alternating between spending hours on end spent draped across the nearest comfortable surface moping while watching TV or playing old video games, and angry outbursts, in which she yelled violent things towards irrational problems in her life like the weather and the distance between the couch and the fridge. Normally, she would have worked out or sparred or even just gone for a run to burn off the intensity of those emotions, but now she couldn't. She wasn't used to being this limited in physical activity.

Leonard had all but been reduced to a psychological punching bag for her, and he'd decided to just take it because technically, he'd inflicted this burden on Sara and he'd deal with it just as she was.

But then Victoria was born and none of that mattered anymore. In fact, Sara was instantly so lost in her daughter's icy blue eyes that the discomfort she'd been in was already a distant memory.

Sara's family was the first to visit them in the hospital, a few hours after Victoria was born. Her mother was the first to cry, dissolving into tears the moment she stepped through the doorway and saw Sara gazing down at her sleeping daughter with so much love in her eyes. She'd collapsed against Quentin with her hands to her face, attempting to hide her outburst of emotion. Quentin had put a comforting arm around her and raised his eyebrows, amused.

Laurel managed to last a few moments longer than her mother, making it across the room and to the hospital bed before she laid her eyes on her niece and broke down. She wiped ferociously at her eyes, attempting to stop the flow of tears that had begun.

"Oh, Sara!" she exclaimed, "She's so beautiful!"

"Thanks." Sara murmured.

Quentin walked over to the bed at a much slower pace than his daughter had.

"Hi Daddy." Sara whispered.

"Hi baby girl. You did a good job." Quentin kissed his daughter's forehead. His eyes met Leonard's. "Both of you."

Leonard was sitting beside Sara on the hospital bed. One arm was around her, coming to rest gently on her shoulder. The other was towards his daughter, his thumb rubbing her cheek like he'd done when she'd been on the Waverider so long ago. Her cheeks were much smaller now, but just as soft. He vaguely remembered describing them as like velvet.

Sara would never tell Leonard this, but she thought Victoria's cheeks were just like his had been when they'd kidnapped his infant self.

"Do you want to hold her." Sara said to her father.

Quentin smiled, "Of course I want to hold her."

Sara carefully handed Victoria over to her father and watched him carefully support the baby's head in the corner of his elbow. He gently bounced her up and down a few times before becoming still and simply looking down at her. After a while, Sara's mother and sister's quiet sniffling was joined by her father's.

"Daddy!" Sara groaned. "Not you too!"

"I'm so proud of you." Quentin ignored her, his face reddening from the effort of concealing his emotions.

"I know that." Sara rolled her eyes. "You tell me every time I see you."

"Well, this time I really mean it." he replied, and Sara scoffed, feigning offense. "You've grown up."

"Thanks, dad." Sara replied, smiling up at her family.

Victoria was passed to and from each member of Sara's family for another quarter of an hour, until Quentin and Dinah took their leave. Laurel left with them, saying as she did so that she'd be back in a few days with the rest of team Arrow.

Sara readjusted herself on the hospital bed, being careful to not jostle or wake Victoria. She slid over a bit and let Leonard sit more comfortably next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her towards his side. She let her head fall and rest on his shoulder. She reached one hand up to grab his own, not moving it from the grip he had on her. Leonard leaned over to plant a long kiss on the top of Sara's head. He then returned to his previous pastime of rubbing Victoria's cheek with his thumb.

They stayed like that for a while until there came a quiet knocking on the door, which opened moments afterwards to reveal Lisa Snart.

"Hi!" she whispered. Leonard looked up and upon seeing his sister, smiled even brighter. Lisa crossed the room and placed a hand on her brother's shoulder. "So this is Victoria?"

"Yeah." Leonard smiled.

"She's even cuter than you were." she teased.

"For once I have to agree with you."

"I'm not going to stay too long. You need your rest but I wanted to see how you guys are doing."

"We're great."

Lisa looked down at her brother, who's eyes had not left Victoria once. She watched him for a moment.

"Scared, Lenny?"

"A bit."

"Well don't be." she smirked. "Trust me, you were a better dad to me than our actual father. You'll do fine."

"Thanks kid."

Lisa stayed for a little while. Leonard didn't think she'd stick around for very long. She wasn't very comfortable with babies or hospitals. She stayed for a quarter of an hour before she left, saying as she went that she'd visit them at home in a few days.

Then it was just Sara, Leonard, and Victoria. Sara handed Victoria over to Leonard. She was desperate to change out of the itchy hospital ensemble.

While Sara was gone, Victoria had woken up. Leonard watched as she slowly blinked her blue eyes, adjusting herself to the unfamiliar light. Her eyes then met his and she didn't look away, staring drowsily up into his face. Leonard felt his heart swell with an amount of love he hadn't thought himself capable of.

Sara then emerged from the bathroom, wearing baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt Leonard swore had been his at one point, but she'd claimed it a few years back.

She crawled back into the hospital bed. Leonard moved to give Victoria back to her, but she shook her head, instead curling around Leonard's side and resting her cheek on his arm. She placed her hand on Victoria's blanket, holding tightly onto the soft cotton folds.

Mick was the last to visit, showing up with barely fifteen minutes left within visiting hours. Leonard wasn't sure he'd come at all, not because he wasn't happy for he and Sara, but because he had trouble with moments that were filled with happiness and love. Those were two things that Mick was not accustomed to, but he'd shown up just the same.

He'd hovered by the door for a few moments before slowly stepping closer to the bed.

"What's her name?" he asked gruffly and Leonard could see the discomfort in his eyes.

"Victoria." Leonard replied.

"That's good." Mick grunted his approval. He took another few steps nearer to look down at the infant in Leonard's arms.

"We're gonna call her Rory, if that's okay with you." Sara added, looking up from her daughter to smirk at Mick.

"Yeah." Mick replied, and Leonard swore it was scratchier than normal. "Yeah, that's okay with me."

Yay! All the feels. I hope you enjoyed this!