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What About Us

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Oliver closed the last drawer of their dresser. They were officially living in the house, no more moving in, no more stuff to unpack. They just needed to enjoy their time together.

Oliver smiled and grabbed the empty box to put it in the garage with the others when he heard Ellie's scared scream echo in the house.

"Daddy! Mommy needs you!" With his heart in his throat, Oliver dropped the box and started to run. "She's in pain!"

She's in pain.

The words he dreaded the most made him run so fast that he almost tripped on the stairs. Somehow he was sure it had something to do with the baby.

What if lifting the heavy boxes caused something bad? What if-


He immediately stopped that train of thought. When he reached the last step, he saw Felicity tightly gripping the back of the couch as she kneeled on the floor, one hand covering her belly, her face contorted in pain. He sprinted to her and fell to his knees in front of her. She startled when he cradled her face with his hands.

"Felicity, what's wrong?" His voice laced with worry. "Are you hurt? Is it the baby?"

"My waters broke." She whispered.

His eye caught a glimpse of the wet floor, and Oliver was sure he just paled in front of her.

"We're not ready." She continued. "We still have ten days, it's soon, I-"

"Hey, hey." Oliver pushed down his own fears and tried to use his soft voice to keep her calm. "We're ready, okay? We are. We just need to keep calm and get you to the hospital. And everything will be fine."

They stared at each other for a few moments, then Felicity nodded.

"Alright." He glanced at their daughter, who looked quite scared. "Everything is okay, sweetie, I promise. But I need you to go to the kitchen and grab my keys, they are on the table. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded and ran there. Oliver looked at Felicity again, who was watching him with wide eyes.

"It's going to be okay, honey. Just focus on your breathing, like we rehearsed."

Felicity gripped his forearm as another contraction must have hit her. Oliver wrapped his free arm around her back, his lips rested against her damp temple.

"It's okay, honey. Breathe it through, you're doing great."

He continued to whisper soft words, which he hoped were enough to comfort her, to give her some strength.

Ellie came back quickly and held out the keys for him, the bag they prepared for this day strapped over her shoulder.

"Here, daddy. I got the bag too, like you taught me."

"That's perfect, baby." He gave her a proud smile. "Is it too heavy or can you carry it to the car?"

"I can do it." She replied with a firm nod, then frowned. "But is mommy okay?"

"Yes, Ellie." Felicity whispered when she was able to breathe normally again.

"I need to help mommy get to the car." Oliver said and Ellie started to walk to the front door. Felicity looked at him.

"I'm scared, Oliver." She confessed. "I… with Ellie, I had a c-section. They just put me to sleep, and when I woke up she was there. I don't know if I can do this. I'm afraid I'll do something wrong or-"

"Hey, it's okay. You'll be amazing, you always are. And I'll be right there with you." He gave her a soft smile. "Come on, I'll take you to the car before I have to help you deliver our baby in our new living room." He half-joked and she gave him a small smile.

He picked her up and carried her to the car, where he put her on the back seat so she could lay down a bit. On her own, Ellie jumped in her car seat and buckled herself, having learned to do that after the car accident, for safety measures.

As he rounded the car, Oliver grabbed the phone from his pocket and dialed Thea. With the phone on speaker on the seat next to him, Oliver started the car, Felicity's heavy breathing coming from behind.

"Hi, Ollie." Thea's voice echoed in the vehicle.

"Thea, I need you to get to the Starling General." He loudly told her, his eyes firmly on the road. There was no way they were going to have an accident today because he was distracted.

"Oh, my- what happened?" Her voice worried.

"Felicity is in labor. I need someone to stay with Ellie while I'm in the room with Felicity as she-"

"Oh, god! Okay, yes, I'm- I'm actually pretty close to the hospital, I can be there in just a few minutes." She informed him, and Oliver let out a relieved breath.

"Thank you, Speedy."

"Don't even mention it. I can't wait to meet my nephew!" She said excitedly.

"Or niece!" Felicity's yell turned into a pained scream.

Oliver reached back with one hand and, after just a few seconds, Felicity gripped it hard.

"Hold on for a little while, honey."

Breathe, Felicity.

I know you can do this.

You're doing great.

One more time, honey.

That's it, we're almost there.

I'm right here with you, sweetheart.

For seven hours, Oliver had been so supportive during the labor. He kept whispering soft and encouraging words as he stroked her hair, his other hand tightly gripping hers. Or maybe it was Felicity who was crushing his, she wasn't sure which one.

Oliver just smiled every time she lashed out at him for being a man, meaning he will never give birth, so No, Oliver, don't you dare to say again that you know it hurts! He didn't seem offended by that -he probably knew it was a mix of pain and fear talking- but she was going to apologize for it.


Right now, it didn't matter how tired she was, Felicity just wanted to hold their beautiful, healthy baby. The light and warm weight sleeping on her chest brought a fresh wave of happy tears in her eyes.

Felicity was laying on the hospital bed, Oliver's left arm went around her shoulders as the right secured Ellie on the bed where she sat next to Felicity's hip. Ellie was gently holding the baby's hand as she babbled excitedly.

"I can't wait for you to come home with us." She whispered. "You're going to like your room so much, Tommy."

Both Felicity and Oliver smiled. Ellie was right all along. It was a boy.

Their baby boy.

Thomas Smoak Queen.

The name choice hadn't been difficult, Felicity had always known Thomas was the right one. They both liked it, and she also knew it was important for Oliver. But he was the one who insisted on giving him the Smoak name too. "Ellie has it, Tommy should have it too. Besides, you gave birth to him, you went through pain and tears... It's only right he has the Smoak as first last name."

He was so tiny. He didn't look like Ellie when she was born, they were pretty different. Ellie looked like a copy of Felicity, while Tommy already looked like Oliver. Except for the pouty little lips, those he got them from his mother. They hadn't seen his eyes open yet, but she had a feeling that they were going to be piercing blue.

Felicity looked at Oliver. He was still silently crying, he hadn't stopped since when they heard their son's first cry. Just like his hands hadn't stopped shaking since the doctors let him cut the cord.

He probably felt her staring at him because he turned to her and smiled. There were no words to describe the joy she could see on his face. Oliver leaned down and tenderly pressed his lips to hers.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"You're thanking me?" He wondered with a small frown, but Felicity just smiled at him.

"Yes. Because you made this possible. You came into my life, our lives, and loved us unconditionally. You've cherished me more than I thought was possible. You've given me hope when I had none. You've helped me overcome my fears and doubts, you still do it today. You've cared about Ellie more than anything else, and it means the world to me. And now you've given me this pretty angel." She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. "I love you, Oliver. And I'll forever be grateful to you for giving me this wonderful family."

As he listened to her words tears spilled from his eyes too.

"You are my life." Oliver roughly whispered. "You three are everything to me. And there won't be a day when I won't make sure you know how much I love you."

Felicity gave him another kiss and Oliver tightened his half embrace, Ellie next to them still quietly talking to Tommy.

They were all so happy.

They were happy.

They brought Tommy home, and their family and friends reunited to celebrate. Everyone was ecstatic to meet the new member of the family, who brought only joy in their lives.

Oliver and Felicity couldn't get Ellie away from Tommy. She was so happy to have a little brother, someone new to love and care about, that she barely left his side.

And they were happy.

In the months after the birth, they had to deal with a constantly crying newborn, who wanted to be fed and changed at any hour. They barely slept, but the smiles and laughs from Tommy and Ellie were worth it.

And they were happy.

When John and Lyla offered to watch the children for a night, Oliver and Felicity planned to just sleep through it all, tired as they were. But one thing led to another and they were soon making out like teenagers.

When it was time to undress, Felicity started to have doubts -being their first time after Tommy's birth. But Oliver, that wonderful man, he was able to reassure her that he loved her, and a few more pounds would never change that.

Her insecurities faded away with his soft words and loving touch, and their night turned out to be one of the best of their lives.

And they were happy.

Oliver and Felicity discussed for days, months later, when an angry ex-employee of QC threatened all of their lives. Oliver wanted them to go to a safe house, but Felicity insisted that Oliver and all of the security men he had hired were enough to protect them.

Felicity hacking police records to find the guy didn't make Oliver happy. They argued once again about Felicity risking her safety and taking even more risks with the law.

They tried to keep the discussions to themselves, but Ellie probably saw something between them because one day she straight up asked them if they were going to break up.

It made them open their eyes, that instead of arguing they needed to focus on staying united, as a couple and as a family.

Two days after their last discussion, Oliver agreed to let Felicity send an anonymous email to the police containing the last movements of the man. One hour later he was in handcuffs.

And they were happy.

Just after Tommy's second birthday, their family and friends reunited again. This time they were all in fancy dresses.

Oliver in a tux, bow tie, and suspenders, Tommy with a matching little tux, and Ellie in a nice blue dress that brought out her eyes. And then there was Felicity in a white dress.

It was the most beautiful dress Oliver had ever seen.

As he stood, waiting, in their garden Oliver teared up when the music started to play. Ellie and Tommy walked side by side between the rows of chairs, occupied by their friends and family. Tommy carried the rings and Ellie threw flower petals to the ground.

Behind them, Felicity was barely holding back her tears as John walked her down the aisle. When she reached him, they smiled at each other.

They were finally there.

Oliver grabbed her hands and, as the officiant spoke, he never let them go, and neither did she. Their eyes never looking away.

Their voices trembled as they exchanged their vows. Their hands shook when they slid the wedding bands where they belonged.

And as soon as the words "You may kiss the bride” were spoken, Oliver leaned down to press his lips against hers, a chorus of happy yells, laughs and clapping hands surrounded them.

When they broke apart, they turned to their kids. Felicity picked up Tommy and Oliver picked up Ellie, before having a family hug.

No matter what life was going to throw at them, Oliver and Felicity knew that together they could face anything.

Because love was the most powerful emotion they’ve ever felt, and there was no better way to continue their life together but with love.

And they were all happy.