For Better Or For Worse

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Arrow. It belongs to DC Comics and The CW.

Pairing: Oliver & Felicity (Olicity)

Rating: T

Summary: AU after 04x12: "A.W.O.L. Felicity is still in the wheelchair and doesn't know about William yet.

Oliver Queen awoke and stretched an arm out toward the other side of the bed, expecting to touch Felicity. But to his surprise, her side of the bed was empty.

She's probably downstairs working.

Oliver thought, as he climbed out of bed and headed downstairs.

Oliver couldn't help but smile at the sight of his fiancée Felicity Smoak, wearing a pair of sweatpants and one of his T-shirts seated in her wheelchair in the living room in front of her computer.

The room was dimly lit, probably so that the light wouldn't disturb him.

She was always considerate because she knew that his time on the island had made him a light sleeper.

"Are you coming to bed?" Oliver asked, softly as he came up behind her and gently rubbed her back and shoulders.

Felicity was so focused on her work that she jumped, slightly startled by Oliver's presence.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" Felicity asked, sighing softly as she leaned back into his touch.

"No," Oliver replied, kissing the crown of messy blonde hair on top of her head, "What are you still doing up?"

"I'm writing some new code for Palmer Tech," Felicity replied, stifling a yawn, and resting her head on his well muscled stomach.

Oliver nodded, and reached down to remove her glasses, as gently as he had the first time they had made love and said, "It'll keep until tomorrow."

"I'll just be a few more minutes." She said, blinking as she momentarily stared at the computer screen without her glasses. "I just have to finish…"

Her words trailed off as Oliver leaned down to kiss her and whispered, "You said that an hour ago. Felicity, honey, you're exhausted. Come to bed."

"Do I get one of your back rubs if I do?" She asked giving him a sideways smile. "I love your back rubs."

It was Oliver's turn to smile, "I know you do. And I love giving them to you. So come to bed."

"Oh all right," Felicity relented closing the program that she was working on and shutting down her laptop. Her words came out as a mix between a sigh and a yawn.

"I never thought I'd miss walking upstairs." She mumbled under her breath. "I wish you didn't have to take care of me."

"Hey…" Oliver whispered, kissing her again, the stubble on his cheek brushing against her neck. "That ring on your finger means that it's my job to take care of you. For better or for worse, remember?"

"Oliver, we haven't even taken our vows yet. We haven't even walked down the aisle. And now it looks like I never will so I don't expect you to promise me anything…"

She couldn't continue because Oliver's lips were on hers again, "Felicity Smoak you will walk down the aisle and I did promise you everything. For better or for worse."

He pulled away slightly so that he could look into her eyes. "For better or for worse." She repeated, as he leaned forward to kiss her once more. "I love you," She whispered.

"I love you too, " He replied, as he gently lifted her from her wheelchair into his arms so that he could carry her up the stairs.

Oliver walked into the bedroom carrying Felicity, and he smiled as he placed her gently on the bed. "You know all this is good practice for me."

"For what? She asked, as she stretched out on her side of the bed.

"For when we're married and I have to carry you over the threshold." Oliver said, smiling, "I'll go bring your chair up and then I do believe I promised you a back rub, Miss Smoak."

"Yes you did." Felicity replied sleepily, "Thank you, my love."

Oliver nodded and disappeared down the stairs. By the time he came back upstairs with Felicity's chair in tow, she was already asleep.

"Rain check," He whispered, climbing into bed beside her and turning out the light.