Worth It
This had probably been the most nerve-wracking day in his entire life, with absolutely nothing to prepare him for the anxiety and the feeling of utter helplessness he was forced to go through during the last 23 hours, but it was worth every last second.
It was worth coming home late last night to a panicking Felicity standing doubled over in pain in the living room, both hands cradling her rounded stomach.
It was worth rushing to the hospital, breaking every traffic law there is.
And although the worst part was the seemingly endless waiting without being able to ease his wife's pain and therefore feeling completely useless and thus paradoxically guilty, even that was worth it.
Because here he was, sitting beside an exhausted Felicity, not having slept for almost two days straight, holding his newborn son safely in his arms. Such a fragile human being, yet he already gave his father a never before known kind of strength.
And for that, Oliver Queen was the happiest man on earth.
Just a little something that just struck me like lighting out of the blue and refused to leave until written down. Unbetaed, so whoever finds a mistake can keep it.
By the way, could someone draw/create a nice cover for me? I suck at that.