After Barry leaves her apartment, Laurel slams the door, and runs into her bedroom. She sits in her bed, and holds her face in her hands.

Tears were falling uncontrollably out of her eyes, her shoulders shaking.

She spent so many months hating him, hating what he had done to her.

He broke her.

She had loved him with everything she had.

Then she caught him cheating on her with her sister, Sara Lance.

She had come home from work, to see her sister in bed next to Barry.

It also didn't help that Laurel and Barry had been engaged.

History repeats itself apparently.

Now he has enough nerve to kiss her.

Her phone buzzes, and it was her sister. "Sara? What do you want?"

"Laurel?" Sara's voice shook.

"What?" She says, growing impatient.

"I..."

"What?"

Sara clears her throat. "I'm..."

"Sara, I don't have time for this." Laurel almost hangs up.

Almost.

"Barry and I are going to have a baby..." Sara chokes out. "I know you hate me, but it was so unexpected, and I needed to tell someone."

Laurel almost drops her phone. "How far along?"

"Six months."

"You didn't tell anyone for six months?"

"N-no." Sara's voice cracks. "I haven't left the house."

"Oh Sara..."

"Laurel, you were always the motherly one. When I'm having the baby, will you please come?" Laurel could hear Sara's sobs through the phone's speaker.

"I will always be there for you Sara."

"Thank you." Sara's sobs became more controlled. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, Sara. I love you." She tells her sister, trying to calm her.

"I-I love you too, Laurel." Sara sobs again.

"Sara, come stay with me in New York."

"W-what? W-why?"

"You shouldn't have to go through this alone."

"Okay. I'll see you when I land."