To Have and To… Hold?
Chloe Queen sat on the closed toilet, staring intently at the plastic stick she held. Sure enough, two blue lines mocked her as they had for the last fifteen minutes. She groaned as she tossed the offending item into the wastebasket beside her. What the hell was she going to do now? How was Oliver going to handle this news?
Chloe made her way out of bathroom and into the bedroom she shared with her husband. Oliver was due home any minute and she knew she needed to get it together or he would know something was up. She supposed that for most married couples, the fact that they were expecting a little bundle of joy would be a joyous discovery. She and Oliver however were not your average couple. Their marriage was one of convenience, a strictly "in-name-only" kind of thing. So, aside from that one night of drunken stupidity, they were more like two associates who happened to live together.
Oliver's life was always lived in front of cameras but lately it had been getting much worse. Add that to the fact that he was America's Number One Bachelor and he couldn't leave his penthouse without an entourage of girls wanting to be the next Mrs. Queen. It was only a matter of time before someone stumbled upon his secret alter ego. Oliver's solution: get married and quick! The one person he trusted enough to go to with his idea: Watchtower, a.k.a. Chloe Sullivan.
So the couple of the year wed in front of friends, family, and half the country. Sure enough, once he was off the market, the paparazzi more or less left him alone. So long as he could stay away from scandal, there was little the press wanted to do with a quiet, family man.
In public they were the loving newlywed couple, but out of sight, they were just Chloe and Oliver, friends, co-workers, nothing more. Except for that one night.
She growled as she threw herself onto their large bed. One night, it was just one night!! They had both agreed to forget it, to be adults about it. That should have been that! Only, no, it could never be that easy for her. Now they had a baby mixed in with their convoluted lives! Oliver was going to kill her.
"Chloe! I'm home!" she heard her husband call out. She sighed and made her way out to confront him.
"Hey, Ollie. Good day at work?" she asked, trying to keep an air of normality.
"Same old, same old. Hurry up and get dressed, we're supposed to meet Lois and Clark tonight, remember?"
Chloe had actually forgotten that.
"Do I have to?" she whined.
Oliver looked up in surprise at her and noticed how pale she looked.
"Chlo, you okay? You're not looking so good."
"Honestly, Oliver, I'm not feeling all that great. Some bug, maybe? I don't know, I just really would rather not deal with Lois's 'enthusiasm' tonight," she told him, refusing to meet his eyes, sure he would find the truth in there somehow.
Oliver frowned in confusion.
"Okay, we don't have to go if you don't want. We could do a movie and take-out," he suggested.
"You really don't have to stay…" she started.
"And how would that look, huh? If I went out to a club while my wife was at home sick? We are trying to stay away from scandal, not invite it, remember?"
Chloe sighed.
"You're right. I'm sorry. A movie and Chinese would be fine."
Oliver stared at his wife for a moment.
"Chloe, you really aren't acting like yourself. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Oliver, I'm fine. Now, are you going to go get the movie and the food or what?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way. Do you want to call Lois and Clark or do you want me to?"
"I'll call, it's my fault anyway."
"Alright, any movie in particular?"
"How about Robin Hood, Men in Tights?"
Oliver barked out a laugh.
"My favorite," he said, sarcasm dripping from his words.
"Seriously, I love that movie," she told him, hitting him on the shoulder.
"Alright, I'll get it," he told her, rolling his eyes.
"See ya when you get back," she called as she picked up her phone to call her cousin.
Oliver waved as he walked out the door. It only took two rings for Lois to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Lo. It's Chloe. Listen, I'm not feeling all that great so I think Ollie and I are going to pass on drinks tonight."
"Not feeling good, huh? Yeah, sure, Chlo. I told you it wouldn't take that long for you two to…"
"Lois, please, not that again, okay. I'm just tired. I've been working a lot lately."
"Is that what you two call it now?"
"Lo, please, stop. I'll call you tomorrow. Enjoy your night," with that Chloe hung up before Lois could respond.
Chloe spent the rest of the time it took Oliver to pick up their movie and dinner changing into some comfy lounge clothes and getting up the nerve to tell her husband their "good" news… and praying she survived the night because she was more than certain of one thing… Oliver was not likely to take this news very well at all.
A/N: Well, I know it's short, but I just wanted to get a little start out there. I have been trying and trying to get my other stories finished up, but my muse is screaming Chlollie at me ever since "Warrior". What can I say, I'm an addict. And since I have a feeling nothing more is going to happen until "Escape" (squeal at the thought of that episode!!) I had to write… I knew that I was never going to get anywhere with FO or Mudblood until I got this out of my system… The other parts will be longer, promise, just wanted to get this out before Church.