CW's Arrow

*Felicity*

I was someone else because of him. But what have I become exactly? I have changed, but is it a good change? I have fallen hopelessly in love with this man who… Who can't be with me for safety reasons? Yet I am married to him. I just wish he knew that I don't care about safety I just want to be with him.

“Felicity, are you even listening to me?” John said, getting annoyed.

“Oh, what was that again.”

“I was just telling you about my family.”

“Sorry, I am just a little distracted.”

“A little,” he said with a frown. “What are you thinking about?”

“Oliver,” it just slipped out. “Please don't tell him I just said that.”

“I won't.”

I hear a noise coming from the other room in the layer. I look for the camera feed to see Oliver on the floor with a pool of blood surrounding him.

“Diggle, Oliver is in the other room, and he needs help, Fast!”

I run to the room, bursting through the door. Diggle is not far behind me. Oliver is in his costume, only it's stained with blood. Tears fill my eyes as I hold onto his body tight. Diggle calls the ambulance, they put him on a gurney and roll him away. Dig takes me to the hospital following the ambulance.

We wait, and wait, and wait. It feels like I have been here for an eternity. Finally, a doctor comes out. “Mrs. Queen?” I forgot about having the same name as him.

“Yes,” I walk over to where she stands.

“Your husband is out of surgery, and is wanting to speak with you,” the doctor leads the way to his room.

After the doctor leaves, I sit on the chair beside the bed. "Hey,” he says in a groggy voice.

“Hey,” I lean over the bed more.

“I have something to tell you…”

“It can wait. First, get some rest.” I interrupted him.

“No, it can’t,” he says, leaning up. “When Laurel died, she told me something. That no matter what I do, I can never keep you safe.”

“Oliver, we don’t have to talk right now.” I didn't want him to give me another lecture about why we couldn't be together. I don't think I could bare to hear those words right now.

“Yes we do,” he said, huffing in frustration. “Felicity, I am trying to tell you that I love you and I want to be with you. Will you just let me finish?”

I didn’t know what to say. It was all just so sudden that I couldn't think of what to say in response. I just stood there, baffled, staring at him. Did I even hear him right? Was I the one with a brain injury?

“I know this is sudden, but I just had to tell you.” He said, taking my hand.

“It is… I just don’t know what to say.” I squeezed his hand. “But I do know one thing I love you.”

He smiles, as we both lean forward. We shared a kiss that beat all the others. A kiss, unlike anything I had ever experienced. When we pulled away, I smiled down at him and straightened my shirt nervously.

“So since you are already my wife, where does that lead us?” Ollie said jokingly.

“You just focus on getting healed, then we will decide what to do.” I pat his shoulder and help to bring the covers up more comfortably.

After I persuaded Oliver to rest, I thought I would go grab a cup of coffee. I walked down to the nearest coffee shop, getting a coffee for me and tea for Oliver.

I sat down after ordering the coffee, I looked at my phone and there were a dozen texts. Mostly from Diggle, but some were from my mother. Somehow she figured it out, so I texted her everything was okay.

After my number was called I grabbed my drinks, and walked back to Oliver's room. When I got there, I saw Oliver talking to two detectives. “Look guys, I didn’t see my shooter,” Oliver stated. “Now if you excuse me, I just want to be with my wife now.”

“Okay, Mr. Queen if you remember anything then give this number a call,” they handed him a card. “Good day Mr. and Mrs. Queen.” They said as they walked out.

“Good timing,” he said as I walked over. “Did you bring me back one?” He said, referring to the coffee.

“Actually, I got you a tea. The doctor said no coffee while you are recovering,” I handed him his usual.

“Thank you,” he said before taking a sip of it. “So, you just wanted me to take a nap so you could get coffee?”

“No, but it was a plus,” I leaned back in my chair. Relaxing for the first time in hours. “Did you sleep well? I know it wasn't long, so if you feel tired, feel free to close your eyes.”

“I slept just fine. I wasn't really tired anyways. I got scared when I saw you weren't around when I woke up though,” he confessed. “The nurse had to tell me where you went.”

“Well, I am sorry,” I said, regretting not leaving a note.

“How about you go home and shower? I will still be here when you come back,” he said, noticing the dark spot under my eyes. "You look like you need to rest. I am sorry about worrying you so much."

“Okay, but you better still be here when I come back,” I said jokingly.

“Okay. Promise,” he said. I kissed him goodbye.

I called a cab and did exactly what Oliver said. I went back to the house and took a quick shower. I was even able to take a brief but important nap, to get caught up on all my sleepless nights.

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*Oliver*

As soon as Felicity left, reporters flooded the room. Asking me all these questions about how I got hurt. The doctors were getting mad, so they made them leave. Which, I was grateful for. because all this noise was starting to give me a headache.

I heard a knock at the door, thinking it was just another reporter coming for more answers. As the door opened, I realized that it wasn't a reporter at all, it was Thea and Roy. They walked closer to my bed.

“Hey, Ollie how are you feeling?” Thea asks with genuine care in her eyes.

“I have been better, and I have also never been so happy in my life,” they looked at me with confusion all over their face. “Felicity and I talked and we are back together again,” I said trying to explain.

“Oh, that is wonderful,” Roy said with a smile spreading across both their faces.

“Yeah,” Thea agreed.

“So you guys just wanted to check on me or what?” I smirked, knowing that there is more to their little visit than just coming to see me.

“Well, we have some news. We are getting married” Thea says, walking closer to me.

“That’s wonderful,” I nod, knowing that they are a little young to be married. But I knew that Roy was a good man, so I didn't have any objections. At least not at this moment.

“Yes, only we wanted to ask for your permission,” Roy said looking shy about asking.

“Well let me think…Okay. I give you my permission.” I said jokingly.

“Oh, thank you, Ollie.” Thea hugged me. It was a little tight, so I cry a little. “Oh sorry,” she said, backing away with regret. "I forgot for a moment."

“It’s okay.”

They said their goodbyes and had to leave to make it back home before nightfall. They told me they were going to find Roy’s parents and tell them the news tomorrow, but they were smiling from ear to ear as they left. I understood and wished them well.

I was alone in the room once again. I settled in and turned on the news channel. I fell asleep a little while later, sleeping peacefully as I thought about how life was all coming into place. I had Felicity back, and that is all that mattered.

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*Felicity*

I opened the door fully expecting Oliver to be awake and waiting for me, but he was out. (And I mean out.) I wasn't upset at all, I mean he has been through a lot these last few days. I turn off the TV that he left on and sit in the chair till I eventually fall asleep.

I wake up to the noise of a nurse rolling in a breakfast cart for Oliver. I sat up and waited for the nurse to leave before turning to give Oliver all my attention.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, picking up his fork.

“How long have you been awake?” I sound groggy.

“About an hour,” he said with a mouth full of pancakes.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I sat up, realizing that I was a horrible wife for letting my injured husband wake before I did.

“I thought you looked cute all bundled up,” he smirked. "I wish you didn't have to rest in that small chair though," he sighed. "This hospital bed isn't comfortable so I can't imagine how that chair must feel."

“It wasn't that bad," I shake my head.

“Just go get yourself something to eat okay,” he said with concern for my health.

“Fine,” I knew there was no point in arguing because Oliver can be very persuasive.

I walked into the food court downstairs and grabbed some toast and jelly. I sat down and ate in peace it was actually nice. I had time to think. I felt refreshed and alive after I finished eating.

I walked back to the room, opening the door a crack first to see if he was awake. “Come in.,” Oliver said, knowing it was me. "I was just watching some tv."

“I thought you might be asleep,” I confessed, sitting beside his bed once more. “Well I am not, so what are we doing today?” He looked at me with interest, wanting to hear about my plans.

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” I had no plans besides sitting beside my husband and taking care of his every need. I even called off work this morning.

“Hey, I asked first," Oliver rose an eyebrow, trying to read my thoughts.

“Fine…Maybe we can get you released early?” I shrugged. "Then we can go back to the house and relax at home. It would be much nicer than this hospital room."

“That would be nice,” he said with relief.

“Yeah,” I agree. "I will go talk to the doctor later about getting you released early."

After a while, Oliver falls asleep. I turn on the TV at a low volume. Just then the doctor came in. “Hello Doctor, I was just wondering, would it be okay to have Oliver come home today? It would just be more comfortable for his recovery."

“Well, he seems to be healing just fine. We just have to run more tests,” the doctor says, looking at his chart.

“So...I can go home?” Oliver says, listening in on our conversations.

“Maybe," the doctor repeated. "We just have to run more tests.” “Okay, thanks, Doctor,” I say as he walks out of the room.

When I turn, Oliver has a smirk on his face. “What?”

“I don’t know, you just look so beautiful,” he makes me blush.

I kiss his cheek and slap his shoulder. I start to smile too. "Okay, what type of meds are you on? We should check to make sure you aren't being overdosed." It was a joke, but Oliver just rolled his eyes.

After a bunch of testing and many hours of work, the doctor comes in once again. “So, after all the tests, we think you will be able to go home Mr. Queen. But you must take medicine every couple of hours and rest a lot.”

“That sounds good to me," Oliver agreed, all too eagerly. agreed

“Mrs. Queen, can I talk to you?” The doctor turned his attention to me, worrying me.

“Yeah, sure,” I agreed before following him out to the hallway.

“Mrs. Queen you must understand that your husband needs help. He has been through a lot and if there is too much stress on the spine he might become paralyzed.” The doctor confessed to me. "He is on strict bed rest, and you can't allow him to move a lot."

“Oh… So how? What do I have to do?” I start over thinking and panicking.

“Try to keep him in bed as much as you can. After about a week, you can start helping him walk. No stairs for at least three weeks though. And NO motorcycle at all.” I guess he remembers all the accidents we blamed on the motorcycle.

“Okay. Thanks, doctor.” I nod, as I mentally make note of everything he said.

“Your welcome, now go and get your husband home safety.” He gave me an encouraging smile.

“I will,” I nod.

When I walked into the room, Oliver was struggling to put on his leather jacket. I smiled, walking over to help him. I lifted the jacket to fit on his shoulders, then stepped back to make sure that he had everything.

“Thank you,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I am ready to go.”

“So am I, but the doctor doesn't want you to use your Motorcycle anymore,” I place my hand over his leather jacket. "And you are going to be on bed rest as soon as we get home."

“Okay, so… What’s the big deal?” Oliver turned to me with a questioning look.

“That also means no wearing green," I say in a suggestive way that makes him understand there will be no more Green Arrow for the time being.

“Oh… well I guess I can spend more time with you then," he nods, seeming unfazed by the news.

“I guess it does,” I nod.

We called a cab and went home. The whole way there we talked about what we wanted to do for the week. As the cab drove into the driveway, I paid and we went into our house. I instantly told Oliver to sit once we got into the house.

“So, how about some lunch?” he asks, knowing I can’t cook.

“Yeah, that sounds great. Are you the one cooking?” I turned to him with concern.

“Sure. Why?” Oliver said before walking into the kitchen.

“You need to rest. I can call a restaurant and order food to be delivered here.” I shake my head, not wanting him to lift a finger.

“I am not so injured that I can't cook for my wife," Oliver pouted.

"Just let your wife order food," I shake my head and grab his arm, walking him back to the living room and forcing him to sit on the couch.

"Alright," he gives in.

I order the food and watch out of the corner of my eye as Oliver turns on the tv to watch the news. Once I am finished, I walked into the living room. "Food has been ordered. Maybe twenty-ish minutes before it gets here."

“While we wait, you take a shower? No offense, but you need one," Oliver says as he kisses my hand.

“Hey!” I said mad. Who wouldn’t be? “I am sorry I have been taking care of my husband for the past few days. I am sorry if I hadn't taken a shower."

"I didn't mean to insult you," Oliver squeezed my hand. "I just want you to be comfortable in your own home." I sighed, and nodded, knowing that I am being dramatic. "I am sorry. I have just been tense these past few days."

"I know," Oliver nods. "A nice warm shower should relax you."

"If you have time you might just be able to join me?” I smirked, knowing that Oliver shouldn't be moving much, but we would both enjoy a nice warm shower together.

“What a great idea,” he said running to get there first. I chase after him.

The shower was so amazing, that we moved on to the bedroom. Finally, I heard the doorbell ring and decided to take a break. I put on one of his t-shirts and went to the door to get the food we ordered. Then I brought it into the kitchen, where Oliver was only wearing sweatpants.

After we finished eating I cleaned up the dishes and washed up. Then we went to the living room and sat down, cuddling next to each other on the couch. Oliver turned on a tv show and I tuned out and closed my eyes.

Oliver wrapped his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear. "Wake up, beautiful."

"Did I fall asleep?" I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes.

"Within the first twenty minutes of the show," Oliver said, amused.

"What time is it?" I said before looking for my phone to check the time.

"It's five," Oliver kissed my neck. "I just wanted to get out of the house. I know you said no exercise, but I need to get out of this house. Even for just a few minutes." I could tell he was getting pent up, and we had only been home for a few hours.

"Alright," I nod. "Just around the block."

We got outside and started to slowly walk the block. I was careful to hold Oliver's arm in case anything happened. He just smirked and kissed my forehead. We got about halfway there before I turned to Oliver and said, “look around us, this is your city now that you are the Mayor."

“No, it is our city,” he made me smile.

“You should maybe take a little break from being the Green Arrow you know. I mean just for a while. Now that you are the Mayor, I mean.” I babble on.

“Felicity, give me back your wedding ring,” I got very confused and pulled my arm back to hide the ring from him.

“Why? Just because I said you should take a break?” I started to panic.

“Just give it back, please," he said once more. I handed it to him. He knelt down on one knee. “Felicity Megan Queen, will you do the honor of marrying me again?”

I fell to my knees and kissed him. “Oh, yes Oliver. Yes.”

He picked me up and swung me around before grunting in pain. I fussed over him, making sure that he was alright, but he wouldn't tell me if he was in pain. I made him go home though, worried he might pull a stitch or something.

That night, Oliver and I fell asleep planning the wedding. We thought about having an August wedding on Lian Yu. Just a private wedding though. Then decided we wanted to only invite the team and my mother. Which also means Mr. Lance is coming.

I am very excited, this is what I have always wanted. A wedding with only my closest friends and the man I love.

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*Oliver*

It’s been a week since we decided to have another wedding. Every night I was up late planning it. I was just so happy that we are back together. I should have never let her go. I will never let her go again.

I wake up to the smell of burnt pancakes. I run to the kitchen, only to see Felicity with a fire extinguisher in her hands. I look at the stove covered in foam, and all the pots smoking.

I look at her, I can see the tears streaming down her face. I rush to her side as she drops the extinguisher. I hold her as she cries. As she falls I kneel on the floor with her. “Hey, it’s okay. Are you hurt?.”

“I... I know… I just... Wanted to… Make you break… fast for… Once,” she said in the middle of her crying.

“Hey, I don’t care about the breakfast. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so,” she said trying to sound strong.

“Okay. How about we just go to an IHOP and eat?” I suggest, wanting to make her feel better.

“Sounds great. Just let me get ready, but first I have to clean up this mess.”

“No, you get ready. I can clean up this mess.” I said, getting up.

“You sure?”

“Yes, now go,” I said getting to work.

“Okay. I will be out in ten,” she said before walking down the hall.

After I got all the foam off everything, I put the dishes in the dishwasher. I got everything cleaned up and headed to the bathroom to get ready myself. Ten minutes later I open the door to see Felicity on the couch looking pale. I slowly walk over to her.

“Are you feeling well?” I asked as a placed a hand on her forehead.

“Oh, yeah. Let's go,” she gets up and opens the door.

“Okay.” I follow her out to the cab, concerned about her, but knowing that she can be just as stubborn as me.

We drive silently to IHOP, but I still hold her hand as if to say that I am there for her. I think she knew it too because she would squeeze it in return. I opened the door for her and walked beside her till we found our seats.

“Felicity, I was thinking. I think we should get a bigger house. Nothing like a mansion or anything, but we are living in a small house.” I said kinda blurting it out.

“Really?” She sounded excited. “I was thinking about asking you about it.”

“Well, should we?” I asked, not able to hide my excitement.

“I think it would be awesome to have a bigger house. And maybe even a car,” she hinted.

“That might be a good thing," I nod, understanding that traveling by cab might be a hassle. "I am sure you can have one of my cars in the garage. I don't use them much anyways."

I leaned over and kissed her. The waiter came, and we ordered our breakfast. Then we ate while talking about where we would like to have a house. After a while, I could see that Felicity wasn’t feeling any better.

“How about we head home? You don’t look so good.” I brushed the hair out of her pale face.

“I think that would be wise," she nodded in agreement.

“Okay,” I stood up and helped her to her feet. I paid and got our jackets, but when I got back Felicity had rushed to the bathroom. I rushed after her, worried that she might be seriously sick. The stress of everything might be getting to her now.

“Felicity are you okay?” I asked through the door.

I heard her barfing into the toilet in reply. I walked in not caring what others would say. I found what stall she was in, and pulled her hair back, rubbing her back in comfort. Once she was finished I said, “Okay, we are going to the doctor.”

“I am fine. Really,” she tried to smile then barfed again.

“We are still going,” I shake my head, not knowing what was causing this. We had the same breakfast, so if she was sick, shouldn't I be? But what else could it be?

After about half an hour more in the bathroom, we called a car and headed on our way. We got there just in time for her to run inside to the bathroom and puke again. I followed her and held her hair back again.

When we were called back, Felicity sat on the examination chair. I hold her hand the whole time. Finally, the doctor came in. “When I saw Mrs. Queen's name I thought I must have read it wrong. So what are you in here for today.”

“She was puking a lot,” I answered for her. "Maybe the stomach bug. Or something else."

“Aw, well let's find out what you got. What is bothering you most?” The doctor turned to my wife.

“My stomach,” she puts her hand to her stomach. "I just feel nauseous."

“Well, there are many things it could be. The flu, stomach cramps, pregnancy. I will run a few tests to find out. First, we should do an ultrasound to look at your stomach."

As he sets up the machine I squeezed her hand. She gets more nervous with each minute. I kiss her hand and hold it tight. I wish there was more I could do for her, but all I could do was be there for her.

“It’s time to lean back,” the doctor orders. She does. “Okay let's see. I found out what the problem is. Actually, I don’t think it is really a problem at all.” The doctor turned to us with a smile.

“What is it?” She asks looking at him.

“Morning sickness is very common when you become pregnant. Congratulations.” The doctor said before turning back to the computer to point at her ultrasound.

Felicity looks at me shocked. I can't believe the news so I look at the screen to confirm.

“Do you want ultrasound pictures?” The doctor asks.

“Could you?” I nod.

“Yes,” the doctor leaves to print them off.

“Felicity, say something,” I say walking in front of her so she can look at me.

“I am pregnant?” Her voice sounds no more than a whisper.

“Yes,” I nod to confirm

“Oliver, I am pregnant.” She repeats, but this time it isn't a question.

“Yeah. We are going to be parents,” I nod, my smile growing more.

“I don’t know what to say. I am happy, but I am also confused. I don’t know how to be a mother. Nor do you. That is a father I mean.” She starts rambling, which tells me she is nervous.

“Hey, it is okay. We will find this out together," I promise her.

I kissed her just as the doctor came in. He handed me the pictures and a brochure on what to do and resources to look at for pregnant women. “Thank you,” I tell the doctor before shaking his hand.

“I better not see you guys any time soon," the doctor made a light joke of the fact I am always in here.

“We will try," I smiled, too happy about the news.

We drove home and cuddled up on the couch watching a movie. She fell asleep on my shoulder. I wasn’t far behind. I woke up, to the sound of Felicity running to the bathroom. I followed shortly behind her, holding back her hair.

This is what my life is going to be like for the next couple of months. But I was okay with it. Because this was my wife and she was carrying my child.

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*Felicity*

I have been getting up all week and barfing. Oliver always holds my hair, I was starting to feel bad. Being pregnant was definitely awful. Always sick, sleepy, and having to pee about every 20 minutes.

“We definitely have to buy a house now,” Oliver said one day. “I mean we have no room in this small place, for a kid.”

“Yeah, we should start looking tomorrow. I want to do something other than stay home,” I said tired of resting every day. I couldn't go back to work because Oliver insisted I could do everything from home, yet he wouldn't let me on my computer, worried I would exhaust myself.

“Okay, but only if you feel up to it tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” I kissed his cheek.

The next day, I was feeling much better. Oliver did as he promised and we went to some houses. My favorite was the one with a view of the lake.

The tan walls, so many rooms, and a great neighborhood to raise kids. I talked with Oliver he agreed. So we had a meeting with the estate agent and came up with a reasonable price. Since he is the Mayor in all, they gave us a good deal. Right as we hoped in the car, the estate agent put a sold sign on the realtor's sign.

I pointed it out to Oliver and he held me tight. We were both so proud of what we just did.

We got home and he went to work on ordering our stuff to be taken to the new house next week. I was so happy, that I started packing already. After a while, I decided to take a break and rest. Oliver joined me when he was done.

I was just so happy that I even dreamed of the new house.

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*Oliver*

I was just so happy about buying a house with Felicity that I asked if I was able to move up the moving date a little. They said that would be okay with them. I would be able to start moving tomorrow. I haven’t told Felicity yet, but I want it to be a surprise.

She has just been so happy about it. I had to do it for her. I love her and I want her to always be happy. I will do anything to see that smile of hers.

“Hey,” I said gently waking her up. “You should probably get packing, we aren't going to have much time this week.”

“What? Why?” She asks, confused as she had just woken up.

“I have plans and they are supposed to take up most of the day," I whisper before kissing her cheek and getting out of bed.

“Like?” she sat up, confused.

“Packing up everything in the house. Then tomorrow we are looking for paint colors, and baby stuff,” I smirked.

“Well I started, but I should do more,” she got up and walked into the other room.

I packed up all my things and put them in a box. I was supposed to put all the boxes by the door so they can pick them up. After I am done I put Felicity’s boxes by the door too. “Hey, why are you packing good clothes?” She asks walking up behind me.

“Well I just want to move in fast, so I will pack up everything and just keep out three pairs of clothes. You should do the same,” I added, not wanting to ruin the supplies.

“Okay,” she questioned me but went with it.

“How are you doing on packing?” I asked after an hour, coming into our bedroom.

“Good,” she lifted a box but set it back down because it was too heavy.

“Here, let me get it,” I lifted it and carry it to the other room.

An hour later, we had mostly packed. I was pleased with the progress we made. I had to persuade Felicity to stop and go to bed, she was working so hard. I also went to bed, but I emailed the moving crew that we were ready before I headed to bed.

Before I knew it, it was morning. I got up and made breakfast, Felicity’s favorite pancakes. Just when I finished she walked into the kitchen. Taking a seat at the breakfast table.

“So, today’s plan is to go shopping for house gifts for our new house,” I said as I put the pancakes on the table. “How does that sound?”

“Great, but I want to eat first.” She said, sounding more hungry than normal.

“Okay, but you have to hurry,” I chuckled.

“Okay,” she said before digging in.

After breakfast, we get ready and call a car. We arrive at the downtown stores, and I pay the driver. We walk till we find a home decor store. We walk in, and I look at Felicity and saw her amazement. I smile.

“I think we can find at least one thing in our house," I joked. Mostly because this store was huge and had everything we would ever need.

She laughs, “Yeah.”

After hours of shopping than taking an hour's break for lunch. I am so tired, but Felicity isn’t so I have to shop more. I will never get why girls like shopping so much. Time flies and soon it is five and all the stores are closed. I call a cab and tell them where to go. We are heading to our house. We turn into the driveway and Felicity looks at me confused.

“Come on, I have to make supper.” I step out of the car.

“What?” She said, then stepped out. The cab drove off, and I walked to the door, holding out the keys.

“Felicity wait a minute.” I picked her up and carried her through the door bridal style.

“What was that for?” She asks as her face is painted red.

“It is customary when you move into a new house with your wife,” I smirked and kissed her nose.

“We aren’t moving in yet?” She shook her head in confusion.

“Look around. I had them bring the stuff today,” I said, proud I was able to surprise her.

“What?” She turned to me with shock written all over her face.

“They said that we could move in early, so I thought I would surprise you,” I explained so she would understand a little more.

“Really?” The excitement was clear in her voice.

“Yeah. We are home.” I kissed her.

We spent the whole night unpacking and christening the new place. This is our new home and nothing is going to change that. That night, as we lay in our new bed, I held her close to me and enjoyed the feeling of having my wife so close to me.

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*Felicity*

Our home. This is where our children will grow up. This is where Oliver and I will grow old. I am just so happy that we found this place. It’s our first real house and hopefully our only house. Everything is just perfect.

Ollie was asleep before I was it was just perfect.

(About 8 months later.)

My stomach is huge and, I can barely get up off the couch. Oliver is doing everything he can, to balance being Mayor, Green Arrow, a husband, and a new father. I feel bad for him. Things are only going to get harder when you don't get sleep because of the baby.

My stomach has been hurting all day. I just lay down on the couch hoping that that will make me feel better. But I can't tell Oliver, or else he will become too concerned and annoy me with questions.

Oliver walks through the door just as in about to sit. “Hey, darling how are you,” he asks.

“Good. Again thank you for letting us move the wedding back. I am hardly able to move as it is.” I thank him once again for accommodating my needs.

“It is fine, but as soon as you are ready, we are having that wedding.” He smirks before kissing my forehead.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful,” I smile, just thinking about the wedding.

“How was your day?” He asks, looking at me with concern.

“I have been having a stomach ache all day. I mean it is worst than ever before.” I rub the side of my stomach to ease the pain a little.

“Oh, well you are nine months pregnant, it is bound to happen," he says to calm my nerves.

“Yeah, I guess," I nod, feeling more confident now.

“How about I order some pizza tonight?” He suggests, not wanting to cook after his long day. And I was fine with that.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful," I nod.

“Okay, pizza it is.”

After the pizza arrives, we turn on a movie and eat on the couch. When we are done Oliver cleans up the dishes. We head to bed shortly after that. In the middle of the night, I have this ripping pain in my stomach. I wake up Oliver, telling him something was wrong, and he rushes to get the stuff ready.

My water breaks, and I try and clean it up, panicking. Oliver tries to calm me and he leads me to the car though, helping me inside. “I will clean it up later. Don't worry about the mess,” he says, rushing to start the car.

We drive to the hospital, Oliver speeding almost the whole way. I am surprised that we didn't get a ticket. But I didn't really have time to think about that right now. Not while I am having contractions.

We rush into the hospital, my contractions only five minutes apart. I am not a doctor but I think that means the baby can come any minute. I panicked as they set me in a wheelchair. Oliver holds my hand, as they rush me into a room.

“The doctor will be in any minute,” a nurse says, trying to calm my nerves. it doesn't work. But as the nurse said the doctor came in and check on my progress.

“You said your water broke around half an hour ago?” He asks, going over my chart.

“Yes,” Oliver answered for me.

“Did you have any stomach pains before your water broke?” The doctor asked.

“Yes, all day,” I answered through the pain.

“Well, you are ready to push. Mr. Queen do you want to be in the room during this?” The doctor asked.

“I don't know. Do you want me in here?” Oliver turned to me and asked.

“Yes, please be in here,” I practically begged as I was so scared.

“Okay doctor I am staying here," Oliver turned and informed the doctor of his answer.

“Then come we have to get you to dress.” The doctor said.

He left to get dressed, and another contraction came and went. the doctor came into the room, Oliver following close behind. Oliver came to my bedside and held my hand.

“Okay, Mrs. Queen it is time for you to push," The doctor instructed.

I screamed as loud as I could the pain unbearable. I squeeze Oliver's hand so tight it becomes white. I was about to give up when Oliver squeezed my hand back.

“You can do this. It's a couple of minutes of pain, and a lifetime of happiness,” Oliver whispered in my ear.

I smile, at the newfound encouragement and then push.