So, this next chapter got pushed back a little, because of the others that kept bubbling up inside of me, that didn't really fit here. (check out 'the songs we sing, the lyrics we live by for those stories)

But, I wouldn't dream of neglecting this story, so we'll continue, the morning after. A little moment of peace, before the 'how' questions will pop up…

When Felicity woke up, she had to orientate herself for a minute. It had been over 2 weeks since she had slept in her own bed and it felt different to her somehow. It might be because of the time she spent in the hospital. Or, maybe, just maybe it was because of the man lying next to her.

She didn't think it would affect her this much. After all, she'd been seeing Oliver half naked for the past two years. But the sight of Oliver next to her, in her bed, in his boxer shorts, well, that really was something else. She decided she rather liked the view.
His face looked relaxed, a sight she can't remember ever seeing before. She let out a little sigh. He had said he loved her. And she'd seen in his eyes he'd meant it.

That didn't mean it would be easy though. She knew fully well it would be hard. And challenging (they were both pigheaded as hell). And even though she loved him back, there might be times when they would want to call it quits. But they were both fighters. The times they would fight each other would be dwarfed by the times they would fight for each other.

"Are you going to sit there, staring at me like a creep?" He asked, mirroring the words she had said to him when she woke in the hospital. He hadn't moved, his breathing never changed, and he most certainly hadn't opened his eyes. How that man knew even half the things he did was beyond her.

"I'm not staring like a creep, thank you very much! I'm just getting intimately acquainted with your face… and other parts." She got one eye to open at that statement. That one eye looked at her very intensely. Hungry even. Felicity felt a blush creep to her cheeks.

He loved that blush on her cheeks. He loved to put that blush on her cheeks. And he loved that it usually only took one look.

He shifted a little, so she could snuggle up close beside him. He remembered the night before. Her falling to sleep after about 5 seconds of the movie. He'd picked her up gently, and had laid her on the bed. After about 2 minutes of should I, shouldn't I, he decided she wouldn't mind if he slept next to her. And he needed her close.

And by the look he'd felt moving up and down, inspecting every inch of his body, he knew he'd made the right choice.

If every morning was like this, he'd get used to it very fast.

I know I know, it's ridiculously short, but it's supposed to be a little moment, in between moments. A little filler to get to the hard parts.

Y'all didn't think this was going to go smooth as roses did you?

I will write the next chapter soon, I promise.. just got to keep you on the edge of your seats…

Oh, I'll make you guys a deal, the more likes/follows/comments I get, the longer the next chapter will be!