A/N: This can be considered part of the last chapter since its written in Oliver's POV.
I was asked to write Oliver's Pov to the last chapter and this is what you get. I hope you like it!
Something was wrong.
Oliver tossed and turned in his sleep.
Even unconscious he felt the loss of his wife warmth at his side, the heat of her body pressed against him was absent.
He turned onto his stomach, throwing his arm out and only coming in contact with the bed sheet, his eyes snapped open on alarm, staring at the empty spot beside him.
He jumped from the bed, eyes scanning the room frantically for his wife but she wasn't there.
"Felicity?" he moved toward their master bathroom but it was empty.
He walked back out to the bathroom a pit settling in his stomach. "Felicity!"
He got only silence, his heart hammering in his chest, the fear burying itself in his chest.
"Felicity?!" he moved through their home going from room to room, his footsteps rapid against the hardwood floor, a sense of urgency filling him. "Felicity!"
Where was she?!
What if something happened to her or the baby?
What if someone had somehow gotten inside their home without alerting him? What if they took her? What if they hurt her and their unborn child?
God, he couldn't survive that.
He had survived a lot over the last ten years. Suffered more than anyone should ever have to but he always pulled through and was stronger for it every time however there were just some things that even he couldn't overcome.
He knew without a shadow of a doubt if something were to take his child or Felicity away from him he would be gone leaving only a shell of a man who had lost everything.
The house was completely still as he frantically searched every room only to come up with nothing. His pregnant wife was gone.
He tried to push away the tormenting thoughts that were currently plaguing his mind and tried his best to look at this as rationally as he possibly could.
There was no sign of a struggle. Felicity's car keys were gone along with her purse she kept by the door.
He moved toward her laptop that she kept in her office and quickly used the tracker he placed in her wedding ring to find her location.
A dark scowl formed when he saw she was at the convenience store that was 14 blocks away.
Oliver quickly left her office heading toward the kitchen, opening the freezer and finding it empty.
Felicity had been getting up in the middle of the night for ice cream cravings for months now. Knowing she had gone out late in the night at three in the morning for ice cream grated on his nerves.
He wished she would have just woken him to go for her instead of leaving the house without so much as leaving him a note so he would at least know she was okay.
Oliver quickly slipped his shoes on, he didn't bother changing out of his sweatpants and grabbed his hoodie, slipping it on and quickly leaving their home.
When he reached the convenience store not even five minutes later, he headed straight for the frozen section, it was a relief to see her standing there, in one of his t-shirts and her cupcake pajama bottoms and panda house shoes, her hair pulled back in a messy bun.
He felt like he could breathe again at just the sight of her.
He startled her when she turned stacks of Rocky Road in her arms.
"Oliver!" she squeaked. "What are you doing here?"
How could she ask him that? Didn't she understand how worried he was when he woke up to find her gone?
"Me? What are you doing here? I wake up to find my wife gone. You better believe I was going to come looking for you."
"How did you even find me?" he watched as her beautiful blue eyes grew wide as it dawned on her. "Did you put a tracker on me?"
He was not going to answer that. He was smarter than to tell her he had put a tracker in her wedding ring.
"Oliver!" she exclaimed.
"We have enemies, Felicity." It wasn't like he did it to invade her privacy, he needed the peace of mind, he needed to know he could always find her when she was in danger. "I feel better knowing I'll always be able to find you."
"Ugh, you're crazy!" he watched as her eyes lit up with frustration.
He couldn't bring himself to try and understand why she was frustrated when he woke up scared out of his mind because of her sudden disappearance from their home. "No, honey, the crazy one would be you."
"Excuse me, is there a problem?"
He all but ignored the store clerk sending him suspicious looks. He was not his focus. Felicity was.
"No, everything's fine," Felicity said in her reassuring voice. "We're fine."
"Are you kidding me? We are not fine!" Oliver was both frustrated and exasperated. He was not okay with waking up, terrified something happened to his pregnant wife. "It is not okay that you disappeared from our bed in the middle of the night. Especially in your condition."
"Oliver, I'm pregnant not dying," Felicity said flatly.
"I'm just gonna go." The clerk mumbled however he could care less what the clerk was going to do.
"I know that," Oliver took the cartons of ice cream from her. "But waking up finding you gone was terrifying. You didn't even leave a note." God, he couldn't even begin to put into his words how terrified he had been.
Felicity cringed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. You were sleeping and you had a rough night out there tonight, I wanted you to rest but I woke up craving Rocky Road. We were out. I was going to get some and be back before you even realized I had left."
He could hear how sorry she was for scaring him but he needed her to know he rather she didn't leave the house in the middle of the night. "Felicity, I don't care how exhausted I am, if you need something I want you to tell me. I would be more than happy to get up in the middle of the night and get you whatever you want." Oliver needed her to understand where he was coming from.
Felicity stretched her hand out, cupping his cheek. Her touch calmed the beast inside of him. The tension left him almost immediately, his shoulders dropping instantly, eyes sliding shut, leaning into her touch, sighing softly. "Okay, I promise. The next time I get a craving or if I want something I'll ask you to get it for me."
Oliver opened his eyes, looking at her softly as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. "I couldn't handle it if something were to happen to you or the baby." he placed her stack of Rocky Road ice cream on the shelf behind him, turning back to her, his hand came up to cup her cheek, he placed his other hand over her rounded stomach. "I couldn't," he repeated, an ache in his heart, threatening to shatter it just thinking about it.
"It won't." Felicity pressed her lips to his comfortingly.
Oliver slid his hand around her waist, tugging her as close as he could, her stomach, their unborn baby between them, letting her love wash over him and soothe his fears until all that remained was her love.
Holding her in his arms he promised himself he was going to keep their freezer stocked with all her ice cream cravings for the remainder of her pregnancy. Before they leave the store he was going to buy out the store's stock in Rocky Road, Cookie Dough and Mint Chip ice cream.
The clerk may think he was crazy, his wife might think he was ridiculous but at least he would have the peace of mind that she wouldn't be leaving their house again at three in the morning because she was craving Rocky road.
He tightened his arms around her, wrapping himself around her, his face in her neck as he just breathed her in feeling like he could truly breathe again now that he knew she was safe. There was no safer place than with him. He would do anything to keep their family from harm.
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