Summary: He knows now that he had fallen in love with her during that very first introduction because there was just something about her that called to him. She was the brightest light that he had ever seen and he'd needed that light to guide him. FutureFic! Olicity. No spoilers.

A/N: Firstly, I really don't know where this came from… It just sort of happened. Second, I clearly don't own "Arrow" or the song "Never Stop" by SafetySuit, both are only being borrowed for this fic.

Never Stop

This is my love song to you. Let every woman know I'm yours so you can fall asleep each night, babe, and know I'm dreamin' of you more.

Their little girl is four years old and he cannot believe how quickly the time has passed. He remembers so vividly the day that he met her, the first time she cocked her head and gave him that quizzical look that she has perfected over the years. He will never forget the first time that she made him smile because she was the first person to elicit that reaction from him in more than five years. She'd touched him in that first moment and she'd continued to hold onto him like no one before her – or after her – had been able to. He knows now that he had fallen in love with her during that very first introduction because there was just something about her that called to him. She was the brightest light that he had ever seen and he'd needed that light to guide him.

She is curled up on the sofa, her bare feet tucked beneath her, her hair braided loosely over one shoulder. She is reading something on her tablet, completely ignorant of the fact that he is watching her from the doorway. Not completely ignorant, he thinks, because she always seems to know when he is near the same way that he knows when she is close to him. He feels her the moment she steps into a room, sometimes in the moments before she's even really there, and he knows that the tie that binds them is just as physical for her as it is for him.

I will never stop trying. I will never stop watching as you leave. I will never stop losing my breath every time I see you looking back at me.

Georgia is napping on the sofa beside her mother, her thumb tucked safely in her mouth, her little body sprawled out, limbs akimbo, and she reminds him so much of himself in sleep. But everything else about her is pure Felicity. She is the spitting image of her mother, even down to the dirty blonde curls and bright blue eyes. She is fiercely independent even at four years old, determined to give him a heart attack by the time he's forty, and she has proven time and again to be too smart for her own good. She has been a handful since the moment that she was born but every single moment has been worth it. They are his life, these girls, his wife and their daughter. They are everything that he lives for now.

And with this love song to you, it's not a momentary phase. You are my life, I don't deserve you, but you love me just the same. And as the mirror says we're older, I will not look the other way. You are my life, my love, my only, and that's the one thing that won't change.

He knows that he has made mistakes along the way, mistakes that very easily could've deprived him of this life that he cherishes. He had nearly lost her, had almost let her go before coming to his senses. Even then it had taken him four years to let her in. It had taken him four years and watching the life drain out of her for him to let go of all of the things that had been keeping them apart. She had died that night, died in his arms for only a moment before they'd brought her back, but the idea that he could've lost her had ripped his heart open and nearly destroyed him.

The scar on her chest, the one that mars her porcelain skin, is a reminder every time he touches it of what could've been, what he could've lost. But he does what he can not to dwell on the past because he has his entire future to spend with her, with them. It is a future that he had never allowed himself to wish for until he'd met her. He had never considered what his life would be like with a wife and children, with a family that he would die for. He had never believed that he deserved such happiness. He had survived hell for five years. Five years he had fought to live but he hadn't known then what he was truly living for. If he had been asked then if he believed in fate, he would've said no. He would've brushed the question off and walked away. But looking at the woman in front of him now, the mother of his child, the one person in his life who has never lost faith in him, he knows that the moment that he stepped through the doors of Queen Consolidated that day, fate had intervened. It had been fate that had led him to her.

I will never stop holding your hand. I will never stop opening your door. I will never stop choosing you, babe. I will never get used to you.

She looks up from her tablet, her eyes immediately finding him where he stands with his shoulder resting against the door frame. The smile that lights her face makes his breath catch. He is well aware of the fact that she is too good for him, that he can't possibly deserve her, and that makes her love even more precious to him. When she sets her tablet aside and stands, his body is immediately in motion, crossing the room to her, and he wraps her firmly in his embrace. He buries his face in her hair, inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of her, and expels a breath he hadn't realized that he'd been holding. They remain that way for a long moment, both of them needing this connection, this moment to reacquaint themselves after spending the majority of their day apart. Even though they drove to work together that morning, even though he'd been able to kiss her goodbye outside of her office, he had spent the better part of the past eight hours longing for her. His need for her hasn't faded after all this time.

You still get my heart racing. You still get my heart racing for you. You still get my heart racing. You still get my heart racing for you.

She pulls away, lifting one small hand to cup his jaw, and presses up on her toes so that she can kiss him. Her lips are soft, careful, as if she's holding back, and he knows almost immediately. He is the first to move back, just enough so that he can look down into her upturned face.

"Felicity…"

The question doesn't need to be spoken allowed. She knows what he's asking. They've talked for months now about what it would mean, what would change, and they had agreed that it was time. They had decided to let fate decide. They haven't been trying, per se, but they haven't been not trying either.

When she worries her lower lip between her teeth and nods, everything in him is suddenly weightless. His head is spinning, his heart pounding, and he knows that this moment is the third most incredible moment of his life. The day that she became his wife. The day that they found out for the first time that they would be parents. And this day. The day that they discovered that they would become parents to yet another amazing child.

He tugs her back into his arms, his hold on her unrelenting, but she doesn't fight him. Her small arms wrap around his waist and her face is pressed tightly to his chest. He feels her tears soak through the cotton of his shirt. He has to work to hold in the emotions that want to choke him in that moment. He is overwhelmed by the sheer joy that her news brings him. When they had discovered that they were going to be parents for the first time, his joy had been smothered by the gripping fear that he would mess everything up, that he wouldn't be a good father to their child. That fear has no hold on him this time. This time, all he knows is that his family is growing and that, even though he knows he doesn't deserve it, he has the life that is perfect for him. And without her, that life would mean nothing. They are exactly where they belong.

I will never stop holding your hand. I will never stop opening your door. I will never stop choosing you, babe. I will never get used to you.