There is a time gap here guys, but I hope you like it any way. This is just a very short chapter primarily based on what happened in 4X13. I thought would be fun to explore a little bit more of what Felicity and Oliver face now with her condition. Please note, I do not own any of the characters or the CW, happy reading!

Felicity was irritated by the clunky oversized wheel chair she had now been confined to for what seemed like forever. Her frustration turned to rage as she struggled to reach for the orange juice on the second self of the refrigerator. Oliver still hadn't become fully aware of the fact that she was 2 feet shorter than normal, and she needed things to be accessible, she mumbled under her breath before slamming the refrigerator door. Oliver turned in response and he smiled apologetically at her, knowing that he had forgotten to put the juice back down on the lower shelf.

"Baby, I am so sorry about that, can I grab it for you?" Oliver had grown accustomed to asking her permission to help, he knew she didn't want to be waited on like some kind of royal monarchy. She glanced at him momentarily before shaking her head.

"If I can't learn to be creative when it comes to small things, then I'll never learn to do the big things. There is a chance I could spend the rest of my life in this chair, I need to adapt." Oliver glared at her, he hated it when she said things like that, even though he knew it was a possibility. The doctors said that her final surgery was a success, and the baby survived, but they also said that her condition was likely permanent. Still, he didn't want to let go of the hope that she might recovery her ability to walk.

"Hey, what did I tell you, I will not stop searching until I find a way to help you walk again." Felicity's eyes shot up and she offered a small grin before slowly wheeling her way toward him. He was standing on the balcony of the loft looking out at the city, Star City, his home. He felt an arm graze his lower back and he reached his left hand down to grab Felicity's.

"I remember what you said, and I know that you want to hold on to the hope that I will walk again, but for now, this is reality," she gestured to herself. He looked down at her, she was so beautiful, strong and determined, he didn't even deserve her, and yet she chose him. He leaned down and softly kissed her lips. The kiss deepened and Oliver moved to embrace her. They just held each other for a few seconds and savored the moment.

Oliver let go first and stared down at her, "I love you," he said, his eyes bright with joy, then he felt the need to correct her logic. "I hear what you're saying Felicity, but there is no way I am going to let you spend the rest of your life in that wheelchair, we will find a way." She simply smiled up at him, her eyes brimming with tears at his words. He was too optimistic, sure she had held on to the hope that she could recover, but with every passing day, she lost a bit more of that hope. Every time she thought about how much she wanted to walk, she was devastated all over again by the reminder of the bulky awkward wheelchair that seemed to be her own personal prison.

"You know, I was convinced that you would eventually give up on me, I know that's crazy, but I believed you were going to leave me." He pulled her into him once again, kissing the top of her head, before responding.

"I hope you know, that the only way I would ever leave you, was if death made certain of it. Even then I am not sure I would be gone for too long," a smile rose to his face, what a world they lived in. He let go and knelt down right in front of her, "marry me?" Felicity's brow contorted in confusion at his question.

"I thought I already answered that," she stared into his eyes, what on earth was he asking? Oliver grabbed both of her hands and then proceeded to clarify.

"Why are we waiting, let's get married now, it is a good a time as any, besides neither of us are getting any younger, so will you marry me Felicity Smoak?" A huge smile rose to her lips as she leaned forward to respond.

"I would love nothing more Oliver, I will gladly marry you, any time, any place." With that he kissed her, and they turned and went inside, finally they had some peace and quiet, and for now; that was enough.

oOo

On the other side of town a one handed menace was approaching another vehicle, Malcolm Merlyn practically snarled at Darhk as he climbed out of his car, white hair gleaming in the moon light. "Oliver Queen took something very precious from me," Malcolm motioned to his hand, "he needs to pay for it." Darhk smiled and met Merlyn's gaze,

"I couldn't agree more, what did you have in mind Hook?" It quickly became clear that Darhk's innocent joke didn't sit well with his villainess friend, because Merlyn viciously snapped back in anger.

"Watch yourself, or Oliver Queen won't be the only one with need to fear me!" Darhk practically laughed at the threat but nodded in hopes that the tension would go away. The last thing either of them wanted was to get on each other's bad side, after all, two heads are always better than one. "Listen," Merlyn paused and glared intensely at Damien hoping to demand his attention, which seemed to do the trick, because Darhk fell completely silent. "I know who Oliver Queen loves most in this world." Damien nodded chuckling lightly,

"Yeah me too, we did quite a number on her over the Holidays, he even announced to the press that she had been killed, not sure where he was going with that. They had to scramble to stop it before it hit the local circuits, apparently she is pregnant to, how rich is that? He had to make up some ridiculous story about the hospital making a mistake with the coroner's office." Malcolm looked annoyed at his rambling and quickly corrected him and he shook his head fiercely in an attempt to once again demand Darhk's attention.

"No, it isn't Felicity Smoak, she may be the woman he loves most … but there is someone else Oliver Queen loves just as much." Damien was intrigued and he turned squarely facing his new "partner" in crime, his eyes shining with curiosity.

"What on earth are you talking about Merlyn, does he have another fiancée we don't know about, spit it out?" A light grin rose to Malcolm's face, and he stepped forward to lock eyes with Darhk.

"William, Oliver loves William … his son." Damien's breath caught in his throat, Oliver Queen had a son? This was big news indeed, Merlyn had really come through with this piece of information. Darhk closed the space between him and Malcolm before placing an arm over his shoulder.

"Can I interest you in a glass of flawless wine and some of the best steak you will ever have?" Merlyn smiled, finally someone invited him to dinner, it would give them time to talk about destroying Oliver Queen from the inside out; and what better way to do so than to collaborate with a man who was the very definition of destruction?