Felicity never should have gotten out of bed this morning. She should have stayed under the covers, safe and warm, with her ex-fiance soto boyfriend. It didn't matter that he had Mayoral duties to perform, a city to run, a city to save, if she begged he would have stayed. But instead she encouraged him to be a hero, to make a difference.

And now she will never escape.

She had made the mistake of asking for help and it has lead them all into the path of destruction. One miscalculation and lives could be lost. Irreparable property damage was unavoidable. She would never be able to live with the embarrassment.

Felicity sat at her desk, in her home office, she stared out the window. What had she been thinking? For once in her life she should have stayed silent. How can a certified genius be so dumb? She was capable at almost anything but this, this she could not do.

A knock at her door sealed their doom.

"Miss Felicity, are you ready for your cooking lesson?" the sweet accented voice called through her door

Felicity stood up, squared her shoulders, tightened her ponytail, and accepted her fate.

"Yes, Raisa I'll be right there."

A week earlier while Oliver had been stuck in at Chamber of Commerce meeting, Felicity and William had to fend for themselves for dinner. It had taken one burnt saucepan, two boxes of macaroni and cheese before they had gave up and called for pizza. The next morning, Raisa had questioned William about the strange smell in the kitchen. He tried to resist, but the threat of no cookies in his lunch had been the finale breaking point and he explained the trial of errors.

Raisa, sweet determined Raisa, had offered to help Felicity learn how to cook. She claimed she could teach anyone; it was easy, it took patients, it was about math and having a good nose. Felicity had no idea why her nose mattered, when you were supposed to eat the food.

Felicity had begged William to take lessons with her, he been reluctant at first. He gave in and agreed after she promised gaming with him on Destiny Two.

Edible food or not how could she resist time with William. It hadn't taken long for William to take up space in her heart. Unless she was mad or right, she could never say no to the smile and soulful eyes so like Oliver's. She didn't love him because he was Oliver's son, she loved him because he was smart, funny, brave and a survivor.

She understood him in a way Oliver never could, growing up without a dad, facing school and the mean hurtful words the other children brandished as weapons. Felicity was amazed by this twelve year old boy, who has been kidnapped twice, held prisoner by a psychopath, lost his mother on the same day he found out who his father was and what his father did.

William had been sullen and angry after the island, understandably so. Felicity, made him smile for the first time during the Slapjack over the top victory dance.

She promised never to lie to him, and vowed he would know he was wanted, no matter how much he raged or acted out.

They bonded over an heated argument about Xbox versus PlayStation with Curtis and Rene. Her proudest moment had been when she heard him tell his friends that 'girl gamers were just as good a guy gamers, some are even better. When they laughed at him, he had called her in and asked her to school his friends at PVP. Twenty minutes later four boys left, with new appreciation for her skill. William had cheered her on and their friendship was born.

Thirty minutes into their cooking lesson, Felicity was covered in flour and her glasses had fogged up. William was bent over laughing as Felicity made her chicken dance across the counter, to her rendition of MC Hammer's U Can't Touch This. Raisa watched on from the other side of the room, fighting her amusement with her disapproval.

"Miss Felicity, you are supposed to rub the chicken with the butter, not dance with it."

"I figured before I gave it a rub down we should at least get to know each other better."

"Felicity gave the chicken a name." William chimed in.

"Clucker Henson, at your service." Felicity deepened her voice.

She held up the chicken on it's feet and offered a wing toward William. He laughed harder. Felicity may never know how to roast a chicken or boil water but making this boy laugh was worth all the tech in the world.

Her eyes met Raisa's and the two women shared a smile.

An arm slipped around Felicity from behind, soft lips brushed her cheek. She leaned back into Oliver's arm. She sighed in contentment. She missed him when they were apart, once they were back together everything clicked back into place. He was the missing piece to her heart. Felicity wasn't whole without him. She had tried once and it had nearly destroyed them both.

"You are amazing, you know that?" Oliver whispered into her ear.

"And you missed my chicken dance."

"Dad, you have got to see it. It's the funniest thing I ever seen."

Felicity felt Oliver stiffen behind her. It was the first time William had called him Dad. She patted his hand and felt his chest rise and fall.

"Felicity can do anything."

"Except cook," William and Raisa said together.

Felicity tried to be offended but the reality was too hard to escape. She shrugged, felt Oliver tighten his arms around her. Raisa promised to leave frozen meals in the freezer that William and her could heat up, or more William would and she could watch from afar.

This was her family, and she couldn't wait to see what their next adventure would be. Maybe tonight she would take the pregnancy test she'd been putting off.