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Epilogue – Part 2

Oliver was awake when Felicity rolled herself out of bed and quietly made her way into their bathroom. He wouldn't admit it to her, but it was probably his fault that she woke up at 7:30AM.

He had stealthily woken at 6:00, made a bottle for Ayser, made sure their little girl was quiet and settled in her crib once more – he was a very capable father and they all knew that - and purposefully moved the baby monitor from their bedroom into William's.

But when he came back to bed at 6:45'ish, instead of going back to sleep, he rested his cheek on his hand, propped up by his elbow, and watched his beautiful wife sleep with her back turned toward him. Her blonde tresses fell across her cheek and it was all Oliver could do not to reach out and sweep the hair from her face.

She had one arm on top of the comforter but the sleeve of his t-shirt fell almost to her elbow. He loved that she defaulted to his t-shirts as her sleepwear. He loved seeing her in his shirts… mmm, especially the dress shirts with just a couple of buttons fastened below the center of her chest…

Oliver jerked slightly at that thought.

Felicity reacted to his movement by turning her body toward his and adjusting the covers.

He could see her neck and a hint of her collar bone. And, her bangs were now falling over her closed eyelids. Instinctively Oliver reached out with just the tip of his index finger and pushed the hair from her forehead. Then, with the slightest, feathery touch, he traced her cheekbone down to the smooth skin just under her earlobe.

This would be the exact reason she made a point to roll out of bed before him every morning. Otherwise they wouldn't get out of bed…

Felicity shivered at his touch and her eyelids began fluttering.

Oliver quickly pulled his hand away, did his best to tuck himself into a sleeping position of some sort and closed his eyes. His acting skills must've worked on this occasion because Felicity's next move was stretching to look at the clock.

She sighed, grateful that their baby was apparently still asleep, but she was hoping for a little more snooze time. Still, Oliver gets to live another day… She smiled, seeing him lying there beside her.

Yeah, it was good to be home!

Felicity kissed the tips of her index and middle fingers and ever-so-softly pressed that kiss to her husband's cheek. Still feigning sleep, Oliver nuzzled against her touch but kept his eyes closed and let out a simple, sleepy sigh.

He frowned just a little when she uncovered herself and climbed out of their bed. The he listened as she opened drawers, pulling out her undergarments and went into the closet to get clothes. It was difficult, but he kept his eyes closed until he heard her go into the bathroom and close the door.

At that point he kept his spot warm in the bed but anxiously waited to hear the shower begin. He had promised to help her wake up this morning after she had turned her back on him last night, pouting.

Oliver heard her mumbling to herself. But he knew exactly when she was under the shower head because the mumbling turned to a hummed tune that softly sounded through the door. He loved it when she hummed. Her melodious voice had put him to sleep numerous times and seen him through some difficult nightmares with her arms wrapped around him.

Reason number 1,687 he was thrilled to be married to her!

It didn't take much time for him to grab a fresh pair of boxers and a pair of athletic shorts. Oliver quickly made his way almost silently into their master bath. He looked at her profile through the fogged glass door and stood for a minute just admiring her.

Ok, maybe this was reason number 1,687…nope…this was more like reason number 6 or maybe 7…definitely in the top 10!

He quickly slipped out of his pajama bottoms and underwear, thankful for his ability to be practically silent. After just another moment he reached for the sliding door and easily moved it enough to open the shower space.

"Oliver!" Felicity gasped as he stepped in with her and grinned. She didn't try to hide her obvious nakedness from him. There was no reason to and it wouldn't have served any purpose at all, other than perhaps making Oliver laugh.

Instead, she stepped back as much as she could and quickly began admiring his body as the hot water landed against his neck and chest, running down over his…

"So, you're awake," she raised her eyebrows and slowly raised her line of sight back to his face.

Oliver's quirky little grin spawned one of her own as they simply stared at each other.

"Do you remember," he smiled a little more widely at her, "the day you went into labor?" His eyes scanned hers as she gave him the tiniest wink and nodded. "We never got to finish our shower together that evening."

Felicity gave a laugh out loud. "Have we not showered together in the past eight months?" She scrunched her eyebrows together, truly thinking about her own question.

"Nope," Oliver put a hand over her shoulder, placing his palm against the wall of the shower. "Something about one of us needing to be available in case some little someone started crying…" He was very happy when she snaked her arms around his waist and pulled him toward her.

"So what's different this morning?" She wondered, tip-toeing up to place a kiss against his bottom lip.

"I've already given her the early bottle. She's back in bed and I strategically placed that bothersome baby monitor in someone else's room," He grinned more widely when Felicity's mouth dropped open in slight unbelief at his actions.

"You didn't," she smiled with her teeth grazing her lower lip, appreciating his earlier morning plans.

"I did," Oliver assured her before lowering his lips to hers.

"Mmm," this was another of Felicity's hums that he really, really enjoyed. "If I remember correctly," Felicity whispered and let her hands wander along his lower back and buttocks as she happily allowed Oliver to begin kissing her earlobe and neck, "this was about the point when I started having contractions…"

She sucked in a breath as he sucked on the magical spot where her neck and collarbone met. The spot that Oliver had eyed about an hour earlier; when he became determined to get his lips on that very spot this morning, come hell or high water.

"Mmm-hmmm," he hummed against her skin. "No contractions now…you're not pregnant." He paused for a second. "Are you?" he pulled back and wondered honestly, suddenly seeking confirmation from her visually.

"Mmm-mmm," she answered slowly with a shake of her head, a gentle smile on her lips and eyes closed. Just in case he didn't understand her she opened her eyes and followed with a simple, quiet "No," meeting his gaze, letting him know that there was no disappointment in her heart about that fact, at all.

"Do you suppose," Oliver picked his kisses back up where he had left off, momentarily, "If we hadn't made love – what was it – two or three other times that day, that maybe we could've finished our shower adventure before Ayser decided to make her presence known?"

Felicity giggled, thinking very fondly about the various ways they had made love that day. How she had basically seduced him into taking advantage of her after weeks of limited intimacy. Both of them had been sated before their evening shower, however it had been that last escapade that helped bring their little girl into the world.

"Are you really talking about the birth of our daughter while attempting to leave a hickey on my chest?" Felicity sucked in another long, pleasured breath as Oliver attempted to fulfill her statement.

"Oliver," her breathy voice spurred him on even further. And at the point his lips attached to her already-overstimulated nipple she could do nothing more than let him have his way.

Oliver smiled as he finally felt compelled to let her attempt to complete her thought.

Felicity cleared her throat and took advantage of that one split second to ignore what his mouth and other parts of his body were doing to her at that very moment. "You were invading her space," she licked her lips as Oliver worked his way back up to them.

He chuckled as he dragged his tongue across Felicity's mouth. "You remember," she swallowed and kept talking even though his fingers were beginning to make her practically burn...or maybe it was the memories of that 'labor' day that had her tingling.

"You were, um," she swallowed roughly with the recollections, "knocking on her door a few different ways that day…in the bedroom…in the living room…and the kitchen…" She pulled in a breath and held it as Oliver pulled her toward the other wall of the shower where he could sit comfortably on the built-in seat and still enjoy every part of her.

He laughed as his lips began working again on her chest and stomach. Felicity weaved her fingers into his short hair and massaged his scalp and neck as she leaned her own head back, completely entranced by his touch.

But before his fingers could reach their most teasing point, Felicity remembered something about that special day that had escaped her until that very moment.

"Oliver, stop," she took several shallow breaths, forced her eyelids to open to look at him, and placed her hands on his wrists.

"What? Are you okay?" he looked directly into her eyes with concern.

She nodded and smiled at him. "There was something I really wanted to do in the shower that night but…" Her nose twitched and her lips puckered in her own thoughtful way as she tried to decide how to express her thought.

"But?" Oliver took her hands in his, anxious to know what she was imagining.

"My belly was too big," Felicity smiled. "When you sat down it made me remember…"

Oliver's eyebrows dipped over his nose, still unsure of what his wife was trying to convey.

The scenario became quite clear, however, when she knelt down on her knees in front of him and placed her hands on his thighs.

"You did so much to take care of me that day…" her hands slowly slid further and further toward his erection. "I really wanted to give you some of that same attention."

Oliver's head fell backwards with anticipation when she licked her lips and looked up into his face.

They were both thankful for an extra-large water heater that stood the test of time as both of them enjoyed the shower immensely more than two people should.


The smile etched on Oliver's face was an obvious sign, even to the 15-year-old boy who was in the middle of cooking breakfast when his father-figure emerged from the bedroom.

"Good morning!" Oliver practically chirped.

William rolled his eyes as he stirred the scrambled eggs in the skillet.

"Do you know she wakes up at like 7:45… on the weekend?" William pointed the spatula toward his sister who was sitting content in a playpen at the corner of the dining room. "I hope you're not gonna make a habit of putting that monitor thing in my room. I know you did it."

Oliver smiled even more.

When Ayser spotted her father she gave out a squeal and immediately put her arms in the air wanting Oliver's attention. He didn't hesitate, picking up his little princess and placing kisses on her cheek and neck. Much to his delight she giggled – sounding a lot like her mother, he decided.

"Are you behaving for your big brother?" Oliver's childish voice made Will roll his eyes again. "I just needed to sleep a couple of extra hours since Mom's not home."

At that William snorted a very sarcastic laugh. "Yeah…riiighhht," he drawled and shook his head.

Oliver tilted his head and looked at him. "Yes, Dad?" He walked with Ayser toward William in the kitchen. "Am I missing something?"

William kept his back turned toward his father. "Mom got home last night. I heard her when she opened my bedroom door to check on me around midnight. And, her suitcase is sitting right inside the door."

"Oh," Oliver opened the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water and the jug of orange juice. He kept Ayser on his hip as he went about getting a glass and pouring himself a little morning sunshine. "I didn't realize…"

"You need to work on your b.s. stories," William chanced a glance at his father. Oliver now rolled his eyes.

"Well, she got in late. We both needed…" Oliver attempted.

"Nope, strike two," William sighed.

Oliver took a seat on one of the barstools, sitting Ayser in front of him as he watched his son and daughter both. "You want to catch me up on what you apparently know this morning?"

"Not particularly," William lowered the heat under the skillet of eggs and turned around, enjoying the chance to let out some of his teenage sarcasm by needling his father. "Although if you're working on making another baby for our family – "

"Okay, that's about –" Oliver interrupted.

"What?" William calmed his voice deliberately to get under his father's skin. "I brought the baby monitor back to your room expecting the door to be locked, or both of you to be in bed. How was I supposed to know the bathroom was your new hot spot?"

Oliver felt himself blush. There was no way he was going to be angry with his son about this. Not after the amazing wakeup he and Felicity had shared in said bathroom. Hot spot really wasn't a bad description…

"I was helping Mom wash her hair…" he knew it was a feeble attempt.

"Pshhh - Yeah," Will laughed, knowing he had Oliver cornered, "because she needs help with that. I don't suppose she shampooed your beard while you were in there, did she? Is there really room for two in the shower?" He asked a little too curiously.

"Alright!" The voice of Mama Bear wasn't appreciative of the father/son spat that was playing out in the kitchen. "That's about enough from both of you," Felicity walked to Oliver and picked up their daughter who had been babbling all through the men's quarrel.

"Good to know your b.s.'ing hasn't improved much since we met," she shook her head as she looked at Oliver who grinned widely. "Washing my hair?" she rolled her eyes.

"Note to self…" William pointed at them, again using the spatula, "LOCK your door."

"William Oliver Clayton Queen!" Felicity shot back at him with a little more seriousness. "The last thing I need is to have my husband and my 15 year old son arguing over my…sex life!" She took a second to cover Ayser's little ears before whispering the last two words.

Oliver and William looked at each other and laughed but blushingly agreed with Felicity's demand.

"Wait a minute," Oliver turned his face toward Felicity as she was still standing next to him. He quickly stole a kiss from her lips – not bothering to even acknowledge William's eye roll – and then looked between his wife and son. "William…Oliver? Your middle name is Andrew."

William and Felicity exchanged a glance.

"You win," Will nodded, apparently in defeat.

"You win?" Oliver again looked at both of them and then reached to take Ayser from Felicity. At least his youngest child wasn't involved in this exchange.

"I didn't think you really knew my middle name," William admitted. "And, while you weren't with us, I told her I thought it'd be cool to have your name. So, when she yelled at me she would use my adjusted, full name."

"Did she have to yell at you a lot?" Oliver wondered.

Felicity shook her head. "You know I didn't. There were a couple of moments when I tossed it out there to get his attention."

William remembered at least once, in particular, when he was having a rough day. Just hearing Felicity use 'her' name for him had calmed his fears and put him in touch with his 'father' feelings for a little while. He had appreciated it, and was beginning to embrace it even more, now.

"Which leads to the reason that I came home early," Felicity continued and placed a hand on Oliver's shoulder as she stepped around him and toward William who was putting eggs on their plates.

She placed a hand on William's shoulder, making him look at her. "Name change," she stated, rather than asking.

William nodded, realizing that this was the time to talk to his parents about a part of his life that had been haunting him, somewhat, for years.

They took a couple of minutes to get Ayser into her high chair and get breakfast on the table.

As they sat down, Oliver looked at his son and the change in his demeanor. Will had gone from being the bossy, teenage parental type just a few moments ago to a vulnerable little boy.

After they each took a few bites, and Oliver smiled widely with compliments for his son's cooking skills, he looked seriously at William.

"So, what about this name change topic?" Oliver opened the door.

"I'm a Queen, right?" William wiped his mouth and began stating, or asking, the thoughts that had been going through his mind for a few years.

"Yes," Oliver nodded.

"But that's not my name," William shrugged. "Why not?"

Oliver took a deep breath. "You know I wasn't in the picture when you were born. I didn't have a say in naming you. Your mom, Samantha… I didn't have any input."

"Right," William agreed a little solemnly, "but I've been with you and Mom – Felicity – for years now. Samantha, my biological mom, isn't in the picture now. None of her family is even part of my life now. I mean, I knew my grandparents but they're gone. She's gone. I may have started my life as a Clayton, but now I'm a Queen."

He hesitated watching Oliver's reaction to his words. "I want my name to reflect who I am. I don't want Ayser wondering why my last name is different from hers when she gets old enough to realize it. I mean, she's my sister. I don't want her to have any questions about that."

Oliver nodded at his son and looked at Felicity who reached a hand out to him for an encouraging squeeze. She offered the same treatment for William and he accepted it with a grateful smile.

"I assumed," Oliver looked at Will, "that you wouldn't want to change your name because you want to keep something of Samantha in your life."

"I remember her," William expressed calmly. "I know she gave birth to me and I understand why you weren't part of our lives. I respect that. But there's still a part of me that's angry with her for not letting you into my life sooner. I know – I really do understand why – but that doesn't mean I'm not angry or hurt about it."

"I'm not saying I want to forget about Samantha. I know she will always be part of my life in some way. But my name…I want to be part of this family. I want my friends and my teachers and your friends to know who I am," William continued.

William's heart was on his sleeve. Oliver could see the emotions on Will's face and hear the conviction in his voice. He recognized a part of himself sitting right in front of him at that moment.

Felicity got up from her seat and stepped behind their son. She wrapped her arms around his neck from behind him, bent her head and placed a kiss on the top of William's head. As much as the boy had wanted to have this conversation with his father, he had been afraid to, afraid of the potential rejection that seemed to be lurking in his mind.

"You are part of this family," Oliver didn't hesitate to raise his tear-filled eyes to meet William's, showing his son that he, too, felt the emotions of this moment. "Don't you ever doubt that, please."

Oliver took a chance and placed his own hand over William's on the table to make his point. He looked between his wife and his son as he shared his thoughts. "If you want to become William Andrew Queen, I will support that decision. And, we will find a way to make that happen."

William smiled a little with his father's agreement, but he needed to go a step further. "Thank you," he started, "but I don't just want to change my last name. I want the name Mom calls me," he glanced up at the woman who was still standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders. "To you," he met Felicity's eyes, "I am 'William Oliver Clayton Queen'. Ayser is 'Ayser Olivia Smoak Queen'. I want to be 'William Oliver Smoak Queen'.

Oliver watched as Felicity removed her now-shaking hands from William's frame. She stepped toward the barstools at the kitchen counter and stared toward the two men at the table. William hadn't shared that part of his wishes with her. Hearing his thoughts put her heart in her throat, without an appropriate response.

"Felicity?" Oliver watched her closely, easily noticing the tears in her eyes.

"Mom?" William matched his father's sentiment and slight concern.

"I…" She tried to get words to form. "I didn't know…I didn't realize…You call me 'Mom' and that's…amazing…" She smiled a tearful smile in William's direction with a shrug of one shoulder. "I'm just surprised…and honored…"

William got up from his chair and went to her immediately, offering a hug and letting her cry just a little on his shoulder.

Felicity accepted the hug and squeezed him more tightly than normal. But after a few seconds she pushed him away gently and put her hands on his cheek.

"But you need to keep Clayton in your name," she looked at him seriously. "Will, I understand what you're saying. And I am beyond honored that you want to have my name as well. But keeping Clayton as part of your name is a way to honor Samantha. It's a way to let go of your anger and hurt feelings and remember that she loved you so much. She gave you life and raised you the best way that she knew how. Don't hold that against her. Embrace it. 'Clayton' is part of who you are."

"But," William wanted to argue with her.

Felicity shook her head and took her hands from his cheeks, moving them to link with William's hands. She quickly let go with her left hand and held it up in front of William's face, showing him her wedding band and engagement ring.

"I am a Queen. If we change your name to 'William Oliver Clayton Queen', you and I will have the same last name. Me, you, Dad, Ayser…matching last names. You are my son. You are our son. You are Ayser's big brother. Yeah?" She nodded with the hope that he would accept her compromise.

William looked at the floor for a moment, giving Felicity's hand a small squeeze before releasing it and looking back at her and over to Oliver. Felicity and William waited for his reaction.

"William…Oliver…Clayton…Queen," Oliver spoke slowly, thinking of each name as he said it. "Was Andrew your grandfather's name? Samantha's dad?"

Will shook his head. "No, his name was Jacob William. Everyone called him Bill. Mom- Samantha – wanted William because that's the name that was more familiar. Andrew… I'm not sure where Andrew came from."

Oliver nodded and took a deep breath looking at Felicity who was now sitting on a barstool and William standing beside her.

When Ayser whined in her high chair William didn't hesitate to step to her and pull her into his arms. He took the little girl back to Felicity but stood holding her as they continued looking at Oliver.

Oliver Queen looked at the three amazing people in front of him. He couldn't imagine life without them and was about to burst with happiness, sharing this family with them. He was amazed at the life that Felicity had brought to him and how she had allowed their family to grow and love.

He raised himself from the chair, placed his hands on his hips and came toward the others. He smiled at them easily, trying not to let the tears in his eyes spill over.

"This is what you want?" He looked at William directly. "Because there is no going back if we do this."

William smiled, "Why would I want to go back? I want to be a Queen. I'm your son and I want the world to know that."

Felicity couldn't help the verbal, happy cry that escaped her throat. She placed a kiss on William's cheek, one on Ayser's forehead and another, a little more lingering, on Oliver's lips.

William rolled his eyes and looked at Ayser. "Don't look," he put his hand over the little girl's eyes with a laugh.

Oliver smiled at his wife. "You're okay with this?"

Felicity nodded.

She took a second to look at the members of her family with gratefulness.

A decade before she would've never pictured this for herself. Five years prior she might have pictured it but wouldn't let herself believe. But in this moment, she just had to.

They were there, together … being Queen.

The End