A/N: Ok, this is sort of the last chapter. I will be writing the epilogue, but I'm going to post it as a separate one-shot due to the fact that it will be rated M for obvious smut reasons. I know that I don't like it when authors change their ratings out of the blue on their readers, so I'm not going to do that to you guys. The "Epilogue" will be posted as a separate one-shot that way those of you who do not like to read M rated smut won't be blindsided by it suddenly ending up here. It will be posted under the title: "Cosmic Love: Epilogue."

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy this little short story. As always, thank you for all your wonderful reviews/follows/favorites. Your love and writing advice mean the world to me. So, please read and review this chapter and let me know what you all think.

It's Fate! Accept It!

It had been a week since Oliver had discovered, or since Laurel dropped the bombshell on him, Felicity's pregnancy. Said week had been filled with revelations, heartache, and an unquenchable urge to kill – namely the man that had knocked Felicity up – the last of which he still had no clue as to "who" exactly had done the deed. Was it Ray Palmer or some other faceless man that Felicity had run to for comfort after he had repeatedly pushed her away after "dangling maybes?" Oliver felt like he had been running in circles. Over and over again he considered the possibilities and the consequences and the only conclusion that he came to was that eventually, Felicity would leave him, leave the Arrow, leave the team, and go off and raise a family with some stranger…leaving him and everyone else behind.

Was it possible to get a heart attack from a broken heart? Oliver had always prided himself on being healthy and fit, so he never thought he'd have any health issues – least of all a heart attack – at his age, but maybe the pain that he had constantly been feeling in his chest, which had only grown after he learned about Felicity's baby-to-be, started to be very reminiscent of what he would assume to be the symptoms of a heart attack. Although, if Roy and Digg knew what he was thinking then they'd simply call him a Drama Queen.

So, it had been a week. A week since he had learned of "it" that was growing inside Felicity, and while he observed her for any sign of emotional differences in her behavior – she didn't seem to be in love with anyone – he had also noticed other changes of her…person. Felicity had always had a slight glow to her, a light that never seemed to fade; now that light was like a freaking second sun. It damn near blinded him to see her glow so brightly, and it killed a part of his soul every time he was reminded of the fact that he wasn't the reason for it. Her hair seemed thicker and more lush, her mouth always tilting up into a secret-half-Mona-Lisa-smile, her eyes sparkling with a hidden joy. Her body had changed, too. Oliver had always found Felicity attractive. She had curves and was well and fit. But now, everything seemed to just be…more. Her legs seemed longer – ok, he knew that wasn't something to do with the pregnancy and more to do with how high the heels were that she happened to wear that day – her hips were wider, and now she most definitely had that hour glass figure, because while her waist and stomach remained their original size, her breasts were rounder and more swollen.

Great, now he was getting turned on by the fact that Felicity was pregnant…with another man's kid. Oliver was beginning to think that there was something seriously wrong with him if the fact that "this" was turning him on. Then again, Felicity could wear a paper bag over her head and he'd still find a way to be turned on. Yup, there was definitely something wrong with him.

So, there sat Oliver Queen in all his glory in Felicity's chair staring at Felicity, and not even trying to be subtle about it at this point, as she rambled and babbled with Roy and Digg while they planned their next mission. They were going after a corrupt CEO who secretly ran a sex trafficking ring in Starling City's criminal underground and they needed to break into said CEO's house while he was off on a business trip in Metropolis and they only had a two-day window in order to get the job done – tonight they'd perfect their plan (really, Felicity's plan) and the next night they'd execute it. It was while Oliver continued to stare and moon after Felicity when he overheard her mumble that it would be easier if she could go with them when they did the break-in because it would be much quicker and safer if she was the one hacking their corrupt CEO's home computer instead of having to talk Digg through it, but Felicity couldn't do that because…

"Why not?" asked Oliver. Felicity jumped as Digg and Roy stilled in their movements. "Maybe you should join us. I'm sure between the three of us that we can protect you, plus you planned this mission and your plans always go the smoothest," said Oliver as he looked Felicity straight in the eye. No, he was not suggesting that pregnant-Felicity should go on a mission, but he knew that the only way she'd be able to get out of this little mess was if she admitted to him that she was pregnant. He wanted to hear her confirm it, because there was this small part of him that refused to believe that it was true. He refused to believe that Felicity…his Felicity was going to just go off and have a kid, have a life with some man that wasn't him.

"I-I can't." That was Felicity's answer as she tried to avoid eye contact with him, which was a first. Felicity always looked him right in the eye when she spoke to him, as if she were infiltrating and reading his very soul, but this time she was the one that was turning away.

"Why not?" Oliver pushed; it was what he did best. He pushed and pressured until someone broke.

"Because I…I'm…" Felicity stammered. She rambled and babbled, but Felicity Smoak never stammered.

Oliver caught Digg give Felicity an encouraging nudge in the back which meant…no! No way! Digg knew. Well, of course he knew. Digg always seemed to know everything, damn it! Now, Oliver was angry – and it just got worse when he saw Roy give Felicity a sympathetic but look of support out of the corner of his eye. Great! So Digg and Roy knew before he did. The fact that Felicity had deemed it worthy to tell them and not him hurt. It hurt a lot.

"Because you're pregnant," said Oliver. Well, in the end it looks like he was the one to confirm it.

Felicity's face went ashen white, as if all the beautiful colors that always seemed to surround her were sucked out of her.

"How do you…"

"Laurel. Laurel came to congratulate me because she somehow thought that I was the baby-daddy, which of course is impossible because you and I never…well…"

"Never did naked Zumba together, the horizontal tango, the…" Roy trailed off as everyone sent him the deadliest death glares. Well, geez! Tough crowd. He was only trying to lighten the mood, and boy was it a mood. A dark and broody mood, as usual.

"So, who is he? The man you…the father…Who is he?" It was the hardest question he'd ever had to ask, but he needed to ask it, he needed to know.

Felicity took the biggest breath of her life before she…"You." She let it all out on the exhale of said breath, but it still rang out loud and clear in the Lair, reverberating off the cold stone walls and metal beams.

"What? Felicity, I am serious. I need to know," said Oliver "so I know who to kill." The last part he said under his breath and it seemed only Diggle heard it what with the raised eyebrow he sent his way.

"It is you!" whimpered Felicity as she stomped her foot in frustration. "I-I went to a sperm bank and well, the universe seems to have a sick sense of humor because the next thing I know, not only am I pregnant, but you're the dad." Everyone froze as Oliver took in Felicity words. "I'm pregnant" said Felicity. "It's yours."

Oliver's eyes widened in shock, "But we've never even..." Oh, of course he just had to point that disappointing little fact out…again.

Felicity glared at him, "Yes, I know. But I'm still pregnant and it's still yours." She said in a growl that could rival Oliver's Arrow voice. "And of all the sperm donors I could've chosen, it had to be you. Which, by the way, what the hell would possess you of all people to donate your sperm?" asked Felicity, because seriously, that question had been driving her crazy because it made no sense…whatsoever!

"What? Oh…oh. OH!" said Oliver as he recalled him and Tommy, both of them being pissed off at their families for one thing or another – mostly at the fact that their fathers were still pushing the whole "be responsible" speech on them – decided to donate sperm for a "good cause" but mostly it was just to piss their dads off; because if Robert Queen or Malcolm Merlyn had ever found out about that, well…he and Tommy would have been screwed. However, Oliver was not about to tell Felicity that when he was still stuck back on the small little detail that he really was the baby-daddy. "It's a long story."

"Of course it is. Everything is with you," said Felicity with an air of indignation.

"So, I'm really…"

"Yes."

"And you're…"

"Yes."

"And we're going to…"

"Yes. Wait, no. We? What we? Since when is there a 'we' in any of this. Every time we can be a 'we' you push it aside because it's 'too dangerous' for me. Well, you know what? Screw that and screw you Oliver Queen! Yes, I'm pregnant, yes it's yours, and no…there is no 'we' because you decided you did not want to be a 'we'! I will be doing this on my own!" Said Felicity as her voice gradually got higher and her glare became more and more fowler as she looked at Oliver.

"Too dangerous." Ok, Oliver did not appreciate the quote marks around those two words because it was a big deal for him, but Felicity was right. If he was going to do this, he was going to do this right. "We will be doing this together. Because as of…well, since a really long time, there has been a 'we'. We are a 'we' and we will continue to be a 'we'. Because I do want us to be a 'we'. Because…because I want you. And I want this kid with you."

"Dude, that made no sense whatsoever," whispered Roy to Digg as they continued to stand off to the side and what the Olicity Show.

"Roy, shut up! This is the furthest they've gotten in their relationship since they first met. Do not ruin this for me," said Digg as he hushed Roy as he continued to watch Oliver and Felicity like they were the freaking World Series. Hey, John Diggle had been waiting for this moment for nearly three years!

"Ok," was Felicity's only response as her scowl slowly morphed into a smile.

Roy and Digg exchanged looks from shock, confusion, and of course amusement. "I think the universe is trying to tell you guys something," said Digg with a smirk, but his words went unnoticed as Oliver and Felicity only seemed to have eyes for each other. "Ok, let's go," said Digg as he yanked Roy along with him as they made their way out of the Lair.

And then…

Oliver kissed her. It wasn't a firm kiss on the forehead full of sadness and longing, it wasn't a soft kiss across her lips like when they had been at the hospital after Baby Sara had been born. This kiss was slow and deep as Oliver slowly backed Felicity into one of the large metal posts that filled the Lair. Her back hit it with a slight bump, but the kiss did not end. If anything it allowed him to deepen it. Oliver's mouth seemed to be permanently fused to Felicity's as he sucked, licked, nipped, and downright consumed her with this kiss. It was a promise. A promise that this was it and there was no going back. All Felicity could do was arch her body into his and moan as Oliver's kiss washed over her like a beacon of hope. Hope she'd denied herself for so long.

It was a few hours later when Oliver finally thought about something that scared him more than the possibility of fatherhood could ever do. Was Felicity the only woman who was carrying his child? Were there others? When he was younger he had not thought about what his thoughtless actions could do in regards to consequences, but now he did and he wanted to know. Felicity understood and they had briefly broken apart from their make-out session long enough for her to once again hack into the Sperm Bank's databases and see just what kind of trouble Oliver was in, in regards to being a family man.

It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. He had dreaded the possibility of having dozens of children out there that he hadn't known about, but in reality there was only one baby Queen, and it was resting safe and soundly in Felicity's uterus.

"Well, it looks like when you died the Sperm Bank stopped making your little swimmers available because apparently when you donated you checked the box that said you had to be living and your permission had to be signed over for each time your sperm was used, and well…since you were considered dead they couldn't very well advertise your sperm anymore." said Felicity.

"Wait, if my permission had to be signed, how did you…"

"Oh, well it looks like when my so-called-dead-not-so-dead-ex cut power to Starling City, a lot of local business databases reset themselves. Your sperm only became available recently because the system was faulty, basically." Explained Felicity, but she couldn't help snickering at the look of utter relief on Oliver face when she reassured him that there were no more mini-Oliver's running around that he didn't know about. "You know, I can have them destroy what they have left of your sperm."

"Yes, please!" Felicity laughed as she changed the name of Oliver's donated sperm to some random person, that way anyone destroying the sperm wouldn't get any ideas simply because it was former billionaire Oliver Queen's sperm. The last thing they needed was for some woman to randomly show up pregnant with Oliver's kid simply because she was looking to make a pretty penny off of him. As far as the Sperm Bank was concerned, they were about to destroy some random Joe's sperm and that was that.

A/N: I know. Not really my best work, but this chapter was super hard to write because of all the loose ends that needed to be tide. Remember, "Cosmic Love: Epilogue" will be posted soon.

P.S. I will be writing a new story. It is not an Arrow/Olicity story; instead it is a Hunger Games story. So, please keep a look out for it! I am, however, thinking of doing an Arrow/Man of Steel crossover story where Felicity hooks up with Clark Kent. I have written some stories about Felicity getting together with Bruce Wayne, and he always seems to be her go-to-guy when Oliver gets nasty towards her, and I have also read a lot of Wayne/Felicity stories. But, I figured that I'd try something different and have Felicity get together with a different Superhero, namely the Man of Steel himself. What do you all think?