What's wrong with us when happy hurts

On and on I wonder what went wrong inside my head I second guess myself to death

Lyla

Lyla hadn't been able to get the conversation she's had with Johnny, Sunday night, out of her head for days. It had taken them almost finishing dinner and Sara running off to go play for Johnny to finally tell her something about Oliver that she found troubling. Their friend's highly strange reaction when Johnny had mentioned their daughter. This was by far what worried her the most about everything her husband had told her. She could understand and relate to most of Oliver's actions, even if Johnny couldn't. But his reaction to their daughter had kept her up at night. She knew how much Oliver loved their little girl. He was always happy to see or hear about her. He had even come over more often to spend time with Sara after he gave up William and Felicity had ended their engagement. Her daughter had the ability to get Oliver to relax and not only smile but laugh. So why would this have changed in the last five months?

So, Thursday morning, after another restless night, she concluded that enough was enough and decided to pay the man, responsible for her lack of sleep, a visit after she got his new address from Laurel.

What she hadn't expected was the small blonde opening the door, or said blonde telling her that Oliver was out grocery shopping but that he should be back shortly. And added with a firm voice that she was welcome to come in and wait for him but that she was to stay at least six feet away from her at all times and there was no touching her. She clarified that it was for Lyla's own safety. Lyla had agreed and followed Sara into the apartment and to the kitchen where Oliver's... roommate... girlfriend... was chopping apricots.

"Why don't you sit at the table. It's far enough away and adds another layer of safety between us. Would you like something to drink?" Sara turned towards her with a questioning look.

Lyla did as she was instructed and sat down at the end of the table that put the most possible amount of space between them. She was highly confused though. Not because of Sara's safety rules, no, because the former assassin's behavior today was in complete contrast to the one she had heard about from last Sunday. Sara was keeping her distance, but she wasn't withdrawn or mum. She was actually a decent hostess and did a fair amount of talking.

"A coffee would be nice, but only if it's no trouble." She smiled warmly at her.

"No trouble at all. Just give me a minute." Sara turned away from her and prepared her coffee in silence and with a lot of care. "Here you go, there's milk and sugar on the tray, I don't know how you drink it yet." Sara put a tray with her cup of coffee, a teaspoon, the mentioned milk and sugar and some biscuits on the table between them and slid it towards her end of it.

"Thank you. These biscuits look delicious, where did you get them?" She gave the blonde another warm smile.

"I made them. Ollie does most of the cooking. I do all the baking." Sara had turned back to the counter and her apricots. "I'm making an apricot pie right now. Ollie went a bit overboard on Tuesday after I told him that I was craving them. So, I need to use them in some way before they go bad." Sara explained.

They spent the next couple of minutes in silence. Lyla didn't know what to say. She and Sara had never spent any time together, so she wasn't sure what to say or how to act around her. And the blonde didn't seem to be bothered by her presence or silence.

"You can take some home with you if you stay until it's done." Lyla was jolted from her thoughts by the unexpected addition to their former conversation and the offer.

"Thank you, I'm sure Johnny and Sara would love to get some pie for dessert. I'm sorry that Sara and I weren't able to join you guys last Sunday." It felt strange to refer to her daughter by her name while talking to the woman they named her after. It was the first thing that sprang to her mind. She wasn't sure why. Probably because of all the time she had spent thinking about Oliver, and her daughter, and the previous Sunday during the last couple of days. "I know she would've loved to see Oliver again and finally get to meet you." The brunette continued.