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Felicity woke up before Oliver, which was a very rare occurrence for them. She figured he must've been tired from the days he had. She studied his face. The way his eyes fluttered underneath his closed eyelids. The way his chest rose and fell with each breath. The soft snoring that came from him. All of the small quirks he had that she fell in love with.
Her eyes traveled until they landed on the bruise on his side. She tentatively reached his hand out and let her fingers gently caress it. It was a sign that he fought for her. If anything the past couple of days showed her that she couldn’t lose him. Last night with the injuries, really drove that home. People didn't fight to be in her life, but Oliver did. He fought to make it back to her and to their baby.
When she saw him crouched beside her bed last night, she knew she loved him and couldn't stop. He was it for her. He was inside her. He was everything and she couldn't get rid of him.
Oliver’s hand came up and covered hers. He popped his eyes open and looked directly in hers.
"Sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to wake you. You seem tired."
"It’s fine." He yawned and scrubbed his face and sat up. "Something wrong? You alright," he asked. He saw the creases in her forehead slowly forming and he could tell she was thinking hard.
"I love you," she blurted out.
Oliver froze in place upon hearing the words.
"That's not what's wrong. Nothing's wrong...I just..." She stopped herself pressing her lips together. She opened her mouth but no words came out as her mind skipped all over the place.
"I always liked the babbles," Oliver smiled.
One, two, three, she silently counted. "I’ve had time to think," she started again. The past days gave her a lot of time to reflect. "Think about us, my past, this baby, the future…everything. I shouldn't push you away when you so desperately want to be here for the baby." She paused as emotions began to creep up. Pushing them away she swallowed hard before continuing. "And for me," she sniffed with a small smile.
Oliver lifted his hand wiping the tear away that had slipped out. "Felicity..."
"No, let me finish," she stopped him. "When I ended things, I tried to put you out of my mind. I told myself that we were done and that was it. I figured you would continue to do your job and eventually forget about me. I was definitely wrong. You wouldn't leave me alone," she said with a light laugh. "You wouldn't stop fighting. People don’t usually fight for me, but you did.”
Felicity remembered the fortune cookie phrase that had been replaying in her mind. “Don’t laugh, but this fortune I read gave me a new perspective. It said The past belongs to the past, now time is right for a new beginning.”
Oliver stared at her as Felicity began to explain it.
"It's time for me to let go of the past and embrace the future. I can't keep holding on to everything because it's not healthy. I'm letting go of my father...well the idea of him. I'm letting go of past abandonment issues, I'm letting go of us breaking up. I'm looking toward the future. The future I want with this baby and the future I want with you."
Oliver exhaled with a small smile. "Man," he laughed. "Wow. I never thought I would be so grateful for a stale fortune cookie."
Felicity laughed as Oliver pulled her legs into his lap. “Listen,” he started. "When I lost you, my world crashed down. I fooled myself into thinking that some way, I could live that double life. I knew you deserved better. I knew you deserved the truth, so I confessed knowing that you would leave me. You made me better and I knew I had to fight to win you back. Thank you for giving me another chance,” he pulled her into a deep kiss.
Felicity sighed against his lips feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “Wait,” she paused. “Does Moira and Thea know you’re back,” she questioned.
“No, they were sleep. I only decided to wake you up.”
"Oliver! I thought they knew." She swung her legs off of him sitting back on the bed. "Please go and let them know you're back."
Oliver eased off the bed. He turned back surprising Felicity with another kiss. "I love you." He pressed his lips against hers again.
Her hand came up and cradled his face as she "I love you too," she smiled against his lips. “Now go,” she pushed him away. As Oliver walked out, she stretched back out on the bed and for the first time in a long time, she felt happy and content. Suddenly the future looked bright.
EPILOUGE
Felicity's eyes fluttered open as her back arched against the bed. She fisted the sheets as she moaned. His scruff teased her thighs causing the familiar burn that she loved so much. He pressed hot kisses over the irritated flesh. His lips traveled until he rested them above her wet mound. He opened her legs more and threw them over his shoulders.
Oliver's grip on her thighs tightened as he held her down in place. He licked his tongue from her opening up to her clit.
She jerked and rocked her hips in response to the sensation. Oliver pinned her down again to restrict her movements before licking the same path again. He pushed his tongue inside of her wet opening tasting her sweet taste. His name began to fall from her lips as Oliver wrapped his lips around her sensitive clit before circling it with his tongue.
Her body began to shudder and he could feel the muscles in her thighs flex against him. He knew she was getting close and he intended to draw her orgasm out. Her fingers began to frantically pull at his hair with Oliver not giving her much relief. He pushed his tongue deep inside her again as words tumbled from her lips. He loved how dirty her mouth got when he pleasured her. It turned him on even more. Oliver buried his face deeper as his tongue licked her wet folds. She finally reached her peak and the floodgates opened. He took in every drop before finally pulled away licking his lips. He savored her taste and it was as if she tasted better each time.
He crawled back up her body as her tired legs fell down to the bed. She brushed her hair out of her face as she caught her breath. Her chest heaved up and down as her heart rate normalized.
"Good morning Mrs. Queen," Oliver grinned proudly. He hovered over her body running his fingers along her tired thighs. He watched her come down from her high proudly. He never got tired of making his wife come apart with only the usage of his mouth.
Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. She pressed her lips against his roughly kissing him. Their teeth clashed before Oliver paused as Felicity swirled her tongue across his lips tasting herself on him. She let out a low throaty moan before pulling away. "Good morning Mr. Queen," she smiled. "Waking up like that is always welcomed." She sculpted his face with her nails scratching in his scruff. She ran her hands down his chiseled back wanting more.
"He’s still asleep." She motioned to the security monitor showing their son still in his room sound asleep oblivious to everything. Felicity reached between them grabbing ahold of Oliver, who immediately let out a moan.
He grabbed her hands stretching them above her head. He kissed the sweet spot on her neck as she melted underneath him. "It's time for my morning run," he whispered, his hot breath tickling her skin. He hurried and pushed himself out of the bed before she could get a hold of him. He slipped his hoodie on as Felicity reached for him again to no avail.
"Oliver, you know I hate when you do that." She threw the pillow at him as he caught it with a mischievous grin. A morning orgasm by way of his mouth was great, but she wanted him inside of her as well.
Oliver caught the pillow tossing it back at her. "I know." He winked at her with before slipping out of the bedroom door.
Pressing the pillow against her face, she groaned and dropped back down on the bed with a pout.
With Oliver on his run and the little one asleep, the house was quiet now and times like this is when she would often reflect. Reflect on her life and how she got to this point. She had her own family, now a married businesswoman with a little boy.
Tommy Jacob Queen. The three-year-old who lit up her world like never before.
When they found out she was having a boy, they raked their minds trying to come up with the perfect name. Finally, after some thoughts to herself, she finally confessed to Oliver that she had been thinking of Tommy.
"What about naming him after Tommy?"
"Really?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I know I never got to meet him, but I know just how much he meant and still means to you. He's sort of the reason we even met, you could say. He brought us together."
They agreed and picked out a middle name. Four months later, Tommy Jacob Queen came into the world weighing six pounds and seven ounces. He was the perfect mix of them. He had Oliver's steel blue eyes and her pink lips. As he got older, they found out he inherited Felicity's excited babbles as well, and much to Oliver's excitement, they found out he was fond of sports. Oliver pretty much coaxed him into it by having his room designed into a mini man cave. The room was sports themed and held every ball you could imagine. For now, his favorite was baseball. She couldn't wait to see how long that lasted.
She may be biased, but Tommy was the perfect little boy. He was kind, compassionate and smart. Oliver always mentioned how he had the mischievous, but never malicious sly spirit of his namesake. She and Oliver were great parents. It came to them easily because with the first cry he let out in the hospital, they knew he meant the world to them. Oliver was such a great father and it warmed her heart to know that her child would grow up knowing what it felt like to be loved unconditionally by their father.
Felicity walked into the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth. She slipped her ring off and before she placed it in it's safe place, she remembered when Oliver popped the question.
Tommy was about five months at the time. They were all in the bed together. Tommy slept soundly in between them as she and Oliver watched television. As the movie wore on, Oliver grew increasingly quiet. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he blurted out the proposal.
"Marry me."
Felicity felt her breath hitch as Oliver stared at her. Not saying another word, he got out of the bed and walked to the closet. He dug around for a couple of moments before returning with a velvet box in his hands. Kneeling in front of her as she was still rendered speechless, he grabbed her hand. "Felicity Smoak, I love you. I'm madly in love with you. You're the love of my life and the mother of my child. The only thing missing in my life now, is you having my last name. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He popped the box open revealing the gorgeous ring he had brought months ago.
She said yes and after six months of planning, she walked down the aisle and became Felicity Smoak-Queen.
Three years. Three years and so much had changed. Argus and Bratva were long forgotten and behind them. Her father was an afterthought, and she let him stay in the past where he belonged. Her mother traveled a lot more now visiting as much as she could. Felicity wanted her to move to Starling, but she refused saying the town was too slow for her. Felicity still ran her company as Smoak Technologies thrived and grew even more. Oliver was officially the CEO of Queen Consolidated with Moira and Robert enjoying retired life and being grandparents. He gave up Verdant letting Roy run the club after proving himself. Thea, who still ran her clothing boutique was in the middle of planning their wedding. Life was pretty amazing.
After he quick shower, she went to check on Tommy. He woke up immediately asking for food. After getting him ready, she decided to try her hand at the pancakes he was asking for. That's how Felicity found herself standing over the stove, hands on her hips, examining the sizzling pancake in the skillet. Since Oliver was still on his run, she decided to get a head start on breakfast herself. Cooking still was not her specialty, but she could attempt them; she watched Oliver do them hundreds of time. She watched it a couple more moments not satisfied with the outcome. The pancake turned out darker than she intended and the shape was very odd.
She went to grab the skillet, forgetting the potholder when the warm skillet sent a jolt through her finger. "Shit," she mumbled. She looked back to see if Tommy overheard her. He was sitting at his mini table, head down in his coloring book not paying her any attention. Turning the stove off, she deposited the pancake into a plate.
"Mommy!" Tommy called her name excitedly. "I make auntie Thea a horse. She likes horses."
"I'm sure she's going to love it baby." She walked over as he held up the book for her to see. It was colored red, nothing but red. Ever since Tommy learned everyone's favorite colors, he was obsessed with getting them everything in that color.
"A red horse," she grinned as she squatted down beside him. "She's going to be so excited," she told him as he smiled proudly. "Are you ready to eat," she asked him.
"What's that," he asked. His face was full of judgement as he stared at the pancake.
"It's Mickey Mouse," she said glancing back down at it.
"Daddy's pancakes don't look like that." Tommy's button sized nose scrunched up as he looked down at it. He shook his head and turned back to his coloring book not adding another word.
In his defense, Felicity couldn't even make out the two ears. "Really?" Felicity scrunched her nose up as well while examining the odd shaped result. It came out lumpy and a bit darker than usual. "You might be right," she laughed. She didn't blame him for not wanting it.
The front door unlocked and Oliver walked in much to Tommy and Felicity's delight.
"Daddy!" He jumped up running into the living room. He ran until he collided with Oliver's legs wrapping his arms around them. "Mommy pancakes not good," he huffed.
Oliver picked Tommy up ruffling his messy hair. "Really? I'm not surprised."
"Mommy say a bad word," Tommy whispered before Oliver placed him back on the floor.
Oliver walked into the kitchen as Tommy laughed. He spotted Felicity peering into the bowl of batter. He loved when she tried to cook. It was adorable. No matter how hard she tried, it was not for her.
He walked up behind Felicity pressing a kiss on her cheek wrapping his arms around her. He leaned into his arms taking in the sweaty smell she loved so much.
"Let's see." He peered over her shoulder and saw the pancake sitting in the plate. He tilted his head trying to figure out the shape. “Is that…”
“Mickey mouse. Don’t you see the two ears?” She pointed out the two ears as Oliver bit back his laugh.
She cut her eyes at him as he snapped his mouth shut. He pinched off a piece and popped it in his mouth.
Felicity turned in his arms studying his reaction. She chewed her thumbnail nervously as she waited with baited breath for his opinion.
"It's not that bad," he squeaked out. His face however looked like he was in a considerable amount of pain as he swallowed the small piece.
"Liar," she slapped his chest.
"Bad word," Tommy yelled.
"Bad word mommy," Oliver grinned. "That's a total of two bad words today. Keep that up and you may be punished that later on," he whispered.
"With the way you left this morning, I think you should be the one punished," she whispered back.
"Touché," he grinned. He pressed a kiss to her lips before grabbing the bowl off the counter. There were lumps all through it; no way was it salvageable. He pushed up his sleeves and washed his hands. "How about I take over from here?"
"Please do." She held her hands up and walked away surrendering the kitchen over to Oliver.
"Look mommy," Tommy waved her over. "A pink butterfly for you because you can't cook." He proudly held the book up with a wide grin. His dimples were on display and his blue eyes shined bright.
Felicity laughed at the sweetest insult she had ever received. She pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you, sweetie," she ran her fingers through his curls. "I'll make sure to frame it and put in my office."
Tommy held out a crayon for her and she took it and began coloring a picture of a dog.
Oliver began making another batch of pancake mix. He glanced back on periodically admiring his family. He loved their lazy Saturdays. He made it a mission to not work weekends unless he absolutely had to and Felicity in return did the same. They were so busy during the week that they wanted their weekends to be just for them. Saturday was the day for their own little family to unwind, do nothing at home, or go out and have fun. Just the three of them. It usually started with him cooking breakfast and then going wherever the mood took them. Sundays were reserved for family dinners at the Queen Manor. It was their perfect routine.
***
Felicity brushed her hair out of her face as she sat up straddling Oliver. His chest glistened with sweat as he laid there spent from the exhilarating activities they had done. With Tommy passed out from a day filled with activities, Oliver and Felicity’s nightcap was involved tangling their bodies one another.
Oliver’s thumb rubbed circles into her thighs as her fingernails dragged over his abs. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me,” Oliver said.
"Oliver..."
"No, you are. If I hadn't met you, who knows where I would be now?" Sometimes he thought about it. He might not have ever brought down Bratva. He might not have even left Argus. Felicity opened up so many things he didn't know he had inside of him. She made him want and desire more. She made him better. As long as he had breath in his body, he would always remind her of that.
He grabbed her left hand and began playing with her wedding ring. He brought her hand to his lips kissing her ring. He would never forget the day he slipped that ring on her slender finger. One of the smartest decisions he ever made.
“You’re pretty awesome yourself,” Felicity said with a cheeky grin.
“Just pretty awesome,” he questioned. “I thought I would at least get amazing after what I just dished out here.”
Rolling her eyes at his cockiness, she decided to indulge him in a secret she'd been holding in. "Speaking of amazing, I have a surprise for you."
"Really? Let me see."
She pressed her forefinger to her lips. A teasing glint shined through her eyes as she smiled down at him.
"Come on baby," he urged her.
"You technically can't see it," she grinned. "You have to wait almost nine months for it."
"Felicity...what," he asked confused. Nine months for it. His eyes grew as huge as saucers as the words finally registered and he figured out what she meant. She sat before him smiling proudly.
"Are you serious?" He quickly sat up unexpectedly making Felicity lose her balance on him. He caught her quickly steadying her as laughs bubbled from her throat. He brought his hands up her back bracing her. "You're pregnant?"
"Yes," she grinned widely. She straightened herself on his lap.
"When...how...I mean..."
Oliver couldn't properly get one sentence out. He just stuttered short phrases before Felicity finally put him out of his misery.
"I found out about three days ago. I just was waiting on the right moment.” This felt like an appropriate time.
"My baby is having another baby," he whispered. Oliver pulled Felicity into a hug holding her close. She rolled over onto her back as she held onto him tight. He began to kiss her with his lips traveling down to her stomach. He spread his hands across her stomach before kissing it. "I love you." He said before resting his head on her stomach.
She rested her head on top of his head. "I love you too," she smiled. She looked up at the family portrait hanging on the wall. She couldn't wait to take more photos with the new little one. She sent up a silent prayer hoping for a girl to join their bunch. This was her life and it was indeed real.