Season 7 Legends of Tomorrow I Never Thought that Through Love we'd Be

Chapter 1-First Night

Summary:
"There's a little baby in there, Sara. Like, a baby, baby. You're growing an actual person." Ava said breathlessly, like she didn't believe the words she was saying.

"Hold your horses babe, we don't know what this baby will come out like. For all we know, it might be full alien." Sara said.

"I don't care." Ava said, kissing Sara's cheek." However they come out, they will be perfect. Because they're ours."

Or

Sara's journey through pregnancy with the help of her wife, her parents and her family.

Also none of the Legends (except Gary and Ava) know Sara's pregnant.

Chapter 1: First Night

It feels different, somehow. Their home that isn't really their home anymore. It's been stripped bare, all elements of their collective personalities wiped away to make room for more efficiency, more competence in their jobs to protect the timeline, even if it wasn't them.

The smell of Behrad's cooking no longer lingers in the hallway. Nate's copious history books don't clutter the library floor. The random objects John stored anywhere he could, just gone.

It's simply a blank canvas.

Lackluster.

Robotic.

It's all Sara can notice as the Legends make their way to their rooms.

Well, the rooms that were once theirs.

Well, once their robot version's.

Now, all that lays there were exact carbon copies of what the rooms should have been like, were like before a makeshift team of non-heroes changed and evolved into their own people, into a family.

A part of her dreaded walking into her and Ava's room. All the carefully curated knick-knacks they had collected from various dates and missions or brought over from Ava's apartment would be gone. Whilst realistically, it was just stuff, it wasn't even expensive stuff at that, just mementos and souvenirs, but it was stuff they had found together, memories encompassed into tiny objects that held so many stories about their lives together.

Robots have no need for stuff. A movie ticket from the first 1977 showing of Star Wars wasn't necessary to protect the timeline, even though that very ticket had been signed by Mark Hamill himself. A genuine piece of Vesuvius rock that Sara may or may not have stolen when they went for a picnic in Pompeii wouldn't be seen as an albeit unconventional gift, but an 'inappropriate waste of resources'. Ava's many serial killer books, the ones she had poured over for hours trying to analyze everything she could for Stab Cast, were unless to an A.I.

Robots don't need hobbies. They don't need stuff.

Stuff is too human.

It's sad really, Sara thought, almost like an end of an era. It was, in a way. The last time they were all on their Waverider, in their home, was before they were married. God, how long ago that seems. To her, it feels like they've been married for so long, it's hard to imagine a time before she could call Ava her wife.

A thumb brushing the top of her hand brought Sara out of her musings. She looked to Ava's face, no doubt lost in her own thoughts about their new home, and what they've lost to get it. Her eyes faced forward, unseeing, but instead saw the missing possessions, the missing feeling of home they had grown so accustomed to, just to be lost in a split second, blown to pieces as if those pieces meant nothing.

Sara looked at their joint hands and smiled as Ava's thumb swirled nonsensical patterns on her skin. She's trying to comfort me, she thought. Because that's what Ava did. No matter what situation they were in, no matter how dire, how hopeless they felt, Ava always made sure to keep some form of physical contact with her wife.