More Chlollie bits. I disclaim. They are, of course, in a weird little order that isn't chronological. Fluff! :)

#10: Family

"I hate you."

"Okay."

A lesser man may have laughed, or smiled at the situation, but a lesser man he was not.

And, if he had done either of those things . . . He would have become a lesser man. Certainly, at least, they wouldn't have a repeat of this episode.

You see, Oliver Queen and his wife Chloe were having a baby.

Now, in fact. And things were not going well.

First, her water had broken at a horribly inopportune time, at someone's wedding. Her cousin Lucy's, in fact. Then, she'd missed out on the reception, which meant she missed out on the cake. And the cake had looked really, really good. Even though she was more of a pie girl-it went better with coffee-it was never fun to miss out on sweets.

Then she'd ruined her dress-not that it mattered since it was a maternity dress and she wouldn't ever wear it again because they would not be having any more children, because it was rather painful. Still, it had been a really beautiful dress that had taken her forever and a day to pick out.

On the way to the hospital, they hit traffic. She refused, refused to give birth in a car. It was simply not going to happen.

Luckily, it hadn't.

And hours later, they were in the hospital room and she . . . was not having the baby.

She had been waiting for ten hours. And still, no baby.

A nurse told her to be patient, and she told the nurse in no uncertain terms what to do with her patience. That nurse had disappeared, and had been replaced.

Chloe made the replacement cry in mere minutes.

Finally though, her doctor had come in, and she was finally going to have her baby.

However, now Oliver was holding her hand, wondering if he'd ever regain feeling in it as he watched his wife give birth to their first child. Or, as Chloe often threatened, their only child.

He hated seeing her in pain.

But seeing the smile on her face when the doctor placed their little baby boy in her arms?

He loved seeing that.

He felt a surge of love for his family. His family. Something he hadn't really ever believed that he would have.

And everything felt right in the world, in this moment. And he believed in forever.

#11: Not without you

"I thought I'd lost you."

It pained him to realize that. To realize that as much as he had been desperately trying to get home, she had been desperately trying to find him. Not that he wasn't glad she'd been looking, but the last thing he wanted to do was break her heart. She'd had enough of that already.

"I'm here. And I don't intend to go anywhere."

The first thing she'd done when she'd seen him was propel herself into his arms. Now, she pushed away from him, looked up into his eyes.

"I-I need to explain something to you."

Oliver was beginning to worry a bit, "Okay, um, explain away."

"I loved Jimmy. I did. But I never loved him enough. I . . . wasn't right for him anymore than he was right for me."

This was hard for her to say. "You don't have to do this Chloe, you don't have to explain yourself to me."

She smiled nervously, "I know, but I need to."

She slipped out of his arms and began to pace.

"When Jimmy died, I hurt. I was in pain."

He could see shadows of that pain on her face right now.

"But I could live without him. I mean, I did. I am living without him."

He didn't quite see where she was going with this. "Yeah, you are."

"Oliver, Clark is my oldest friend. And if something happened to him, I would be upset."

"I'm not sure I'm following."

"But I would be okay, eventually," she continued as if he hadn't said anything.

"But Ollie, I thought I lost you." She started crying, tears rolling down her face.

He pulled her back into his arms. "But you didn't."

"But if I had . . . "

"But you didn't."

She gave him a look. She wiped her tears away with her hands. "You need to stop interrupting me."

"Sorry," he wanted to smile, but he didn't really have it in him to smile at Chloe while she was crying.

"I wouldn't have wanted to live without you. I would have, because I don't have a choice, I have responsibilities."

Oh.

"But I wouldn't have wanted to be in this world alone. Not without you. I . . ."

"It's okay. I-" He struggled to find the words. "I don't want to live in a world without you either."

Chloe buried her head in Oliver's chest before uttering her threat.

"If something happens to you . . . I will call Zatanna and bring you back to life, just so that I can kill you again."

"Okay."

"Because I don't want to live without you."

"I don't want you to have to."

"I love you."

"Ditto."

#12: Seriously?

"No."

"Why not?" Connor whined.

"You and Jonas aren't ready for a puppy."

"Why?"

"Sweetie, you can barely remember to put on socks in the morning, and taking care of a puppy is a lot of work. It's a serious responsibility. Maybe when you're a little older, we can talk about it again, okay?"

As much as it killed her to say no to those beautiful brown eyes, she was right. They weren't ready.

"But mom-"

"No buts. Why don't you go grab your brother, and we'll go out for ice cream!"

Compromise, Chloe sighed as she watched her baby boy-who was no longer a baby, but still her boy-run off to find his little brother, was a necessary aspect of parenting.

"Hey Sidekick," Ollie swooped in behind her and kissed her neck.

"Mmm, you're home early." She sank into him until she felt a softness.

"Seriously?" She turned around, ready to be furious.

"It's a puppy!" she heard Jonas exclaim.

Yes. Yes it was. She felt a little light-headed.

"What part of 'no' didn't you get?" She whispered not-so-quietly to her husband.

"I thought . . . Chloe, they wanted a puppy. And I saw this puppy, and I-"

She sighed. "You fell in love with the puppy, didn't you?"

"Basically."

"You're really softening in your old age." She took the verbal shot, dared him to say something, and turned to their boys.

She looked into the eyes of her sons, of her husband, and lastly, the puppy.

"Come on, mom. Give him a chance."

Completely outvoted. "Fine."

After all, he was rather cute.

#13: Spermies.

"Again?" Chloe groaned.

She was pregnant.

Again.

As in, for the third time.

Oliver and his . . . stupid spermies.

They'd said two was okay. Sure, they'd rather wanted a girl, but . . . they didn't really need to have another child at this point.

Yet again, their plans went out the window.

As the minutes passed, and she began to adjust to the idea of being pregnant again, she felt a powerful surge of emotion.

She hoped it was a girl.

No, that wasn't right.

She knew it was a girl.

She knew it was ridiculous, and probably more hope than fact, but it was a girl.

In fact, she felt it in her heart and soul.

This would be their little girl.

If it weren't . . . she was going to have a little talk with Oliver and his sperm.

#14: Graveside chat

Chloe Sullivan was talking to dead people.

Not so much in a creepy Sixth Sense sort of way as an ordinary graveside chat. Of course, most of the talking was on her part-in fact, all of the talking was on her side. That was probably for the best though.

"I'm about to marry your son."

Chloe looked at the matching gravestones that Oliver had put up in honor of his parents and sighed aloud.

"He's really great. I hope-I think you'd be proud of him. He's been through a lot, and he's made mistakes. But he's a good man."

She smiled. "I love him, and I want to make him as happy as he makes me."

"I've made a lot of mistakes myself. But when I'm with Oliver . . . I make less of them."

"I wish-I wish you could see him. I wish you could know him. I wish I could have met you. I hope . . . I hope you'd be happy that we chose each other."

She sighed, she really didn't know where she was going this.

"I just wanted to tell you that. Even if you can't exactly answer. I-thank you."

She set down the flowers she'd brought, next to each of the stones.

She hoped she'd gotten the message through. She looked up, and saw a rainbow. No rain, no mist, no clouds in the sky . . . she decided to take it as a sign.

"Thank you."

#15: Lois

(A/N: post-Crossfire, pre-Warrior)

Sometimes she wondered.

She wondered if he still loved her. If he still regretted giving her up.

Now, years later, she wished she hadn't agreed with him.

She wondered if she'd put it in his head that he would always have to look to her as "the one who got away."

At the time, her heart had been breaking, and the melodramatic moment, and his emotionally-charged question had gotten the best of her.

She certainly didn't regret that they'd broken up, but she didn't regret being with him either.

She'd learned a lot about herself during that relationship, and she rather thought she'd bestowed something special upon Oliver too.

Sometimes, however, it was hard realizing that while she had moved on-she'd moved so far that she couldn't imagine going back-he hadn't necessarily done so.

Weeks ago, he'd asked her to give him another chance. She'd said no, but not just because she didn't love him anymore.

She rather thought he was living in the past.

He was self-destructing, at least until the whole crazy woman in the red dress fiasco.

Since then he'd seemed . . . better.

Healthier. Happier. He seemed like Oliver again.

But she really needed to clear the air, be absolutely sure. Make sure he moved on, from those crazy women and one night stands.

He was meant for more than that, and he deserved it.

So she was stopping by for a little surprise chat, partially because she didn't trust him not to avoid her, and partially because this was going to be a difficult discussion to have.

After all, she was Lois Lane-she didn't wimp out. She had an image to keep up, a reputation. Lois Lane was not afraid of anything.

Certainly not a man.

...

"Hey Ollie! How's it going? Is this a bad time? I hope not. Because I kind of need to talk to you."

He seemed a bit nervous. "Um, Lois, you might need to lay off the perky. What's up?"

"Do you remember when at Chloe's wedding to Jimmy, we turned a corner?"

A shadow she didn't quite understand crossed his face. "I said that from that point forward we could just be really good friends."

"Yeah, but that wasn't quite it. I've moved on, Oliver. But I worry that you haven't."

"Lois-I know that things got awkward a few weeks ago. I was clinging onto something that ended a long time ago. I've been kind of a mess." He laughed, and it almost seemed genuine.

"I was trying to rely on the old ease and comfort of our relationship-which in retrospect . . . wasn't even that easy."

"Do you mean that? Are you ready to finally move on?"

"I've met someone."

She wrung her hands, "Are you just saying that? Or have you really?"

He smiled, one of those glowy, sun-coming-out-suddenly-in-a-stormy-night kinds of smiles. And when he replied "Yes," she believed him, wholeheartedly.

"I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."

"Anyways. Good luck. Um, I'll see you later."

Oliver smiled and shook his head as he watched her leave.

He was going to need all the luck he could get.

#16: Clark

"I don't resent you."

"I don't know that I believe that."

"Clark . . . I get it. I do. You have this shiny, important destiny. You have lives to save, and I was just . . . making things difficult."

"Chloe. I never meant to make you feel that way."

"I know. Doesn't make it any less true though," she said ruefully.

"I don't understand . . . why are you asking me? Over the last few years, I haven't been there for you. I haven't . . . "

"Look, Clark. Things are better now. At least, I thought they were. We're friends again, right?"

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"That I stopped being your friend." He turned to the side, unable to meet her eyes. "Lately, I've been trying to get back on track, I hadn't realized . . . "

"I know, Clark. We've all made mistakes. All we can do is try to make less of them in the future."

Clark smiled, "Oliver once said something very similar to me."

Chloe raised an eyebrow, "That's a smart man I'm about to marry. So, what do you say? Walk me down the aisle?"

"If you'll have me, I'd love to."

"Clark?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad that we're moving past this. I missed you."

"I'm glad that Lois finally talked some sense into me. Avoiding you because of everything that happened . . . I shouldn't have done that. I missed you too."

"So let's just try not to mess things up this time, 'kay?"

"Okay."

#17: Falling

He hadn't quite known it as it was happening.

In fact, he was pretty sure it hadn't hit him until it was too late, until he'd already fallen completely, irrevocably in love with her.

It was . . . different than with Tess and Lois.

With Tess, it had started as survival, and been passionate, and . . . it was like a game.

With Lois, it had started with . . . courting. It was fun and sexy.

Chloe was different.

She was his person.

His confidante, his failsafe, his best friend(though she didn't know it), his savior, his hope for the future, his everything.

She lived in the gray, like he did. Other people couldn't handle that. But they could, and they did it together.

They were friends. So he'd fallen, without noticing until it was too late, until he was too in love with her to cut himself off from her. And now he was utterly in love with her, and she barely acknowledged that there was a world outside of Watchtower.

This wasn't going to be easy. But it would be worth it-even if he had to push her from her comfortable ledge in Watchtower, just so that he could catch her when she fell.

Metaphorically, of course.

#18: Still outnumbered

"But I wanna go to the zoo!" Jonas whined.

"Mom, can we take Chance with us, please?" Laura smiled up at her mother.

"Sorry Laura, no dogs allowed." Laura saddened, then perked up when her father handed her her favorite doll.

"Jonas, you know it's not your turn to pick, honey." Chloe gently chided her younger son.

"I don't see why we can't just take a vote, majority rules and all." Connor put in.

Chloe looked at him, raised an eyebrow, "Because even though Laura's finally old enough to pick where she wants to go, the girls in this family are still outnumbered 3-2."

"Why don't you just have more babies then?" Laura asked innocently.

Oliver choked on his drink. "Kiddo, I don't think that's in the cards right now."

Chloe turned to him, and he considered running. "What do you mean, now? You're supposed to mean ever. We talked about this."

"Come on, don't you want another mini-me running around?"

"I think we have enough Queen Ego in this house as it is, thank you very much. Especially since you take such care in stroking your own."

"You know you love me," he smirked.

"Sometimes, I wonder why."

"Me too, but I'm thankful every day that you do."

"Mom, Dad, are you going to stop making goo-goo eyes at each other long enough so that we can go, please?"

"Don't worry, your father and I wouldn't dream of cutting into your time spent with the newest Disney Princess."

Jonas scowled, "I only meant that if we have to watch it, we may as well be on time."

"You know, he has a point, Chloe."

"Does he now? That's okay, if we're late we can just watch it again next weekend."

Her lips quirked into a smile as she heard a trio of male moans.

"Don't you think so, sweetie?"

Laura giggled, "Yes!"

#19: Forever and Always

"It's like that Taylor Swift song?"

Oliver wrinkled his brow in confusion. "The one she wrote about the guy who broke up with her?"

. . .

"How do you even know that?"

"I'm in the tabloids. Sometimes I read other things . . . to remind myself that I'm not the only one dealing with notoriety.

Chloe quirked an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Hey, you're the one who brought it up. I was just questioning whether or not it was really what you meant."

"That's why it was a question, for you to do exactly that. Except I kind of expected that you'd have no idea what I was talking about."

"Well, I do."

"I'm torn between loving you more, and being ashamed of you." A teasing glint in her eye said that she wasn't quite serious.

"How about you just love me, and we can just live happily ever after?"

Chloe visibly softened, melted into his arms, "I think I can do that."

"Forever and always?"

"Forever and always," she confirmed.

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