A/N: So I had this story idea going around and around in my head for a while and it just needed to pop out. Please let me know what you think :)
I couldn't have done this story without Zoangig! She has been pretty amazing and listening to me ramble on about this story :D
Coming Home
Prologue
"I should be getting really good at saying goodbye," Felicity's voice broke as she spoke, tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably and she was so close to breaking point. But Oliver was there, so close and completely intoxicating everything.
"This time, let's not say goodbye." Oliver breathed, cupping her cheeks in his hand and kissing her trying to convey as much love and as much passion as he could.
Then he was gone. Oliver was fading so fast, everything they had worked for, the relationship, friendship, whatever they had built up was shattered to pieces. Oliver was gone. Oliver wasn't coming back.
Felicity was at the foundry. The room was spinning. It was so empty without Oliver there. Thea was there. Ray too. John was watching her. His face frowned with concern. The room was spinning. Ray was there holding her up but she was falling. She couldn't stop. She was screaming but nothing was coming out. Where was Oliver? Oliver wouldn't let her drown like this.
Beeping. Familiar beeping that made her head ache. Hospitals. The smell was overwhelming. Clean and sterile white walls stared at her. She could hear voices. John was there. Ray on the other side. Thea was pacing. Moaning about Oliver. How could he have done this? Felicity wants to open her eyes. Wants to tell them to just be quiet even though she's sure they've stopped talking right now.
Drowning. That's what she was doing. Drowning.
Oliver was letting her drown.
"Miss Smoak, the reason you've fainted and have been feeling so sick lately is because you're two months pregnant." The beeping stopped. The noises around stopped. All she could hear was that word echoing inside of her head. Pregnant. Two months pregnant. That night. Silk sheets and stolen kisses between her love. Pregnant.
Drowning. Gasping for air.
Oliver. She needed Oliver.
Pain. Burning pain filled her body. Her stomach, now so full of life felt as though it was exploding. It was a boy. He was coming now and she couldn't stop it. She wasn't ready. Oliver. She needed him. Where was he? He was letting her drown. Felicity screamed and screamed. The pain now nothing but a blur. She screamed and she screamed until suddenly she wasn't the only one screaming any more.
Piercing cries broke through the baby monitor and Felicity shot out of bed, her body glistening with sweat as she pulled herself from yet another nightmare. Crying, she headed towards the sounds. "Ollie…" Felicity breathed as she saw her boy standing up in his crib. His hands gripping so tight to the wooden panels as he screamed. "Ollie, stop crying. I'm here."
"Mommy!" Ollie stopped screaming, he just called for his Mom until she was picking him up and gently rocking him.
"Bad dream too baby boy?" Felicity whispered as she stroked her son's hair. "Come and snuggle with me in my bed, we have an early day tomorrow. We are going to see Uncle Ray at work, remember?"
"Ray! Ray!" Ollie clapped his hands together causing Felicity to laugh.
"Yes, I know you are deeply obsessed with him. So he is on babysitting duty all day okay? And all of that cute babble you like to do when Mommy is working, you can do that to. Oh and you know all of your duplo that you like to throw on the floor...that too… Though Ray will probably not do any work and just sit with you and make little miniature robots."
"Robot Ray!" Ollie cheered and Felicity just rolled her eyes. "Momma?"
"Momma will be out buying your birthday present, because it's not every day you turn 2." She smiled and pulled the covers over them both. "Now, you gotta get some more sleep okay? Because we're both grouchy when we don't sleep."
Ollie just nodded and curled up against his Mom and fell asleep. Felicity looked down watching him. "Oh baby boy. You look so much like your daddy." Felicity breathed looking at his dark blond hair and how messy it was on his head, when his eyes were opened they were so bright with life. Just like Oliver. "I love you. I'll never let anything happen to you." Felicity promised before falling asleep holding her son firmly in her arms.