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After towel drying his hair, Oliver slips a shirt over his head before opening the bathroom door and stepping back into his room. A smile finds its way onto his face at the sight of Felicity still fast asleep in his bed, face buried into the pillow as she drools slightly. He can smell breakfast coming from downstairs and notices that it's almost 10:30 am. Taking the few steps to the bed, he sits on the edge and lifts a hand to gently shake Felicity awake with a whisper of her name.
"Mmm, five more minutes," she mumbles, weakly brushing messy blonde hair out of her face.
He chuckles, "Breakfast is waiting downstairs if you're hungry."
At his words, one of Felicity's eyes pop open before opening the other and sitting up on her elbows, "Breakfast?"
"Yep," he nods, trying to hold in his laughter.
She quickly whips the covers off, "Well, move so I can get dressed!" Felicity hops out of bed and grabs her bag on her way to the bathroom, turning back briefly to snatch her glasses.
The door slams in his face and Oliver pauses before calling to her through the wood, "So, I'll meet you downstairs?" When he hears a mumbled affirmation, he heads out of his room and down the stairs, nerves bubbling up in his stomach as he hears voices coming from the dining room. Rounding the corner, the rest of his family notices him and all conversation ceases into the familiar awkward silence they all seemed to always settle into since he told them the truth.
"Morning Ollie," Thea greets, her usual cheery self as she chomps happily on a piece of bacon.
"Hey," he nods in greeting before turning his look to his parents and clearing his throat, "Um… So, Felicity is upstairs."
Thea's eyes light up, "Really?"
"Yeah." He shifts uncomfortably at the increasingly angry looks forming on both his parents faces, given what the situation of the girl he accidentally got pregnant having spent the night in his bed could imply. "Look, I know you guys are still mad at me, but she called me last night. Her parents found out about the baby and they kicked her out. She had nowhere else to go."
"So you brought her here?" Robert asks with an arched brow. Before Oliver can respond, he continues, "Well, I guess it's about time we meet this girl."
Confused, Oliver's brows draw together at his father's calm voice. He opens his mouth but before he can speak, he hears soft footsteps coming from behind him and peers over his shoulder. Felicity is standing in the doorway, glasses sitting atop her nose and hair pulled into a neat ponytail. Upon noticing the rest of his family staring at her, her eyes widen slightly and her fingers fidget with each other in front of her slightly rounded stomach. Obviously, she won't be able to hide this at school for much longer.
Breaking the extremely uncomfortable, tension-filled silence, Thea jumps out of her chair and pulls Felicity into a tight embrace, surprising everyone in the room. "Felicity!" she backs away with a huge smile that stretches even more as her eyes flick down to the blonde's stomach, "You look so cute."
"Thanks," Felicity offers weakly, taking a small step into Oliver's side. He wraps an arm around her, placing his hand on her lower back and guiding her a step closer towards the table.
"Uh," Oliver clears his throat, "Felicity, these are my parents. Mom, Dad… This is Felicity."
"Please, have a seat," Moira instructs, gesturing a hand towards the table.
Still slightly confused by how calm his parents are right now, Oliver pulls out the chair next to Thea and waits for Felicity to slide in before settling on her other side. He offers Raisa a thankful smile as she sets down another plate.
Everyone sits in an uncomfortable silence, Thea being the only one to continue eating like nothing disturbed her to begin with. Clearing his throat, Robert speaks up, "I can understand why your parents didn't take too kindly to the news. We're still in a state of shock ourselves."
"I'm sure they didn't mean it when they kicked you out, Felicity," Thea assures, thinking that now that she's in high school she possesses some sort of infinite wisdom. Which she does - she's Thea Queen.
Felicity offers a weak smile at the attempt, "Trust me, they meant it. Mr. and Mrs. Queen, I'm sorry for… Well, I'm sorry for all of it - this entire situation. But I'm sorry that I stayed here without your permission. I'm going to talk to my best friends Iris and Caitlin; I'm sure one of them will let me stay at their house, at least for the time being."
Lifting a glass of orange juice to her lips, Moira shakes her head, "That won't be necessary. You'll move in here, of course."
"What?" all three teenagers say at the same time, Thea nearly bouncing in excitement while Felicity and Oliver are frozen in shock, and slight disbelief on the latter's part.
She exchanges a glance with her husband before facing forward again, arching a brow as if what she is saying should be obvious to everyone. "Felicity, you are carrying my grandchild. Any grandchild of mine deserves the best care, therefore you'll be living here. I've already made you an appointment with Doctor Lamb, he's been with our family for years."
At first, Felicity doesn't even know how to respond. You are carrying my grandchild. He's been with our family for years. Our family. Our family. It is finally sinking in; her baby was a Queen. What does that even mean? Are Oliver's parents going to want them to keep the baby? Are they going to expect her to live here forever, with Oliver? Or will she want Felicity to never leave the house until the baby has already been born and given away to another family? She doesn't know the woman that well – or at all, really – but Moira Queen seems like the type of person concerned with her family's reputation, especially when the media pays so much attention to them. "That's - that's really nice of you Mrs. Queen, but I actually already have a doctor. My next appointment is on Wednesday. I really appre -"
"- Wait," Oliver interrupts with furrowed brows, "You have a doctor's appointment? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry, I… I didn't think you'd care," Felicity explains with a sympathetic shrug.
"Well, I do. I – I can take you, if that's okay." He looks to her, holding his breath while waiting for her answer.
She pauses, taken aback by the genuine hope shining through his eyes. "Um," she nods, "Yeah, if you want to."
"I would like to accompany you both, if that's alright. I want to make sure you're in the best care and of course, we'll take care of the medical bills."
At the offer, Felicity is quick to shake her head in refusal, "That's nice of you, but I'm not looking for any handouts. I'm – I'm not after your money or anything."
"Oh, I know. Oliver was very adamant about how good of a person you are. We simply want the best care for this baby. We insist on covering any costs associated."
She tilts her chin towards Oliver, sending a small smile at the fact that he trusts her so much. "Th – thank you. That's really kind."
"Now," Moira claps her hands together lightly, a smile on her face, "Enough of this talk. Tell us about yourself, Felicity."
Checking the time on his phone, Oliver sighs in relief that he finally has a free period. He's only been at school for two hours and is already exhausted, tired from the emotional weekend. After having brunch with his parents, which a part of him still can't believe actually happened without anyone screaming, he drove Felicity to her house since she only had enough clothes for one day. Luckily, her parents weren't home, but what she did find broke her heart even more. In her room, set atop her bed, was nearly all of her clothes and important belongings packed up in suitcases. Obviously, it was done by her mother considering how neatly folded and organized it all was. So now she is officially living in the guest room closest to Oliver's room at the Queen Mansion.
Staring into his locker, Oliver is trying to remember what late assignments he needs to catch up on when someone walks up behind him.
"Is it true?"
He peers over his shoulder, turning fully at the sight of his girlfriend. His brows draw together in confusion at her angry demeanor, tears in her eyes. "Hey. Are you okay?"
"Is. It. True?" Laurel demands again, voice harsher and louder this time causing other students in the hallway to notice their conversation.
"Is what true?"
Laurel pushes against his chest, "Did you cheat on me and get some girl pregnant?!"
His stomach drops at her words, knowing that this is it. There's no way out of this. As soon as Felicity moved into his house, he knew that they wouldn't be able to keep this secret much longer, especially considering her clothes are starting to be too small. But he thought he had more time, time to talk to Laurel in private and explain everything to her. Turns out, he's out of time. "Where did you hear that?"
She scoffs, "At your birthday party - y'know, the one that I helped Tommy set up? The one you ended up ditching for some unknown reason? Yeah, Joanna heard you on the phone talking to some girl, asking about the baby. And then you drove to school this morning with some chubby blonde whore in your car!"
"Hey, Felicity is not a whore." The words slip out of his mouth before he even has a chance to think them over and Oliver freezes, realizing his mistake. He cringes, sighing out a breath and holding out his hands slightly in front of him, "Laurel, I can -"
"- So it's true?" she chokes out. "Is that girl pregnant with your baby?"
Standing in front of her right now, looking into her sad eyes, Oliver knows he can't lie. Not anymore. So he sucks in a deep breath and exhales slowly, "Yes."
The pain is instantaneous. He didn't even see Laurel lift her hand before it slaps across his cheek, stinging against his skin and whipping his head to the side. Oliver slowly turns back to her, opening his mouth and stretching out his jaw. For an extremely skinny girl, Laurel has a surprising amount of upper body strength. A tear trails down her cheek and she lifts her hand again, pointing a finger in front of his face. "We are done, Oliver. I never want to speak to you again. Ever."
Sighing, Oliver's heart sinks as he watches her storm down the hallway before disappearing around the corner. He expected himself to be relieved when she finally found out and inevitably broke up with him, happy even, but he just feels sad. All he's been wanting for the past few months was an excuse for her to dump him and never take him back. And now that he finally got what he wanted, he feels unbelievably guilty.
Turning back to his locker, Oliver puts what he needs in his backpack and slams the door shut with more force than necessary. He slings the bag over his shoulder and starts to make his way to study hall when he notices numerous students' eyes on him, having heard and seen the entirety of his fight with Laurel. Oliver narrows his eyes and all but growls, "Show's over." His anger scares everyone back into their own conversations and he storms off, needing some time to himself.
That time, however, gets interrupted. After checking in with the study hall teacher, he went to the library to try and actually get some work done - shocking - but found it hard to concentrate amongst the curious glances and whispers. Obviously, the rumors about him and Felicity have already spread through the entire school, even though they aren't just rumors. He tries to focus and ignore them - he's gotten really good at it over the years - and only lifts his chin when someone slides into the chair across from him.
Tommy stares at his best friend, brows hiked up expectantly, "Dude, please tell me these rumors aren't true."
Sighing, Oliver puts down his pencil and rubs a hand over his eyes, dragging it down his face, "What have you heard?"
"Did you knock a girl up, Ollie? C'mon, man."
"Look, I… You remember that huge party you had a few months ago when Max jumped off the bannister and sprained his wrist?"
Tommy chuckles and nods, "Yeah, that was awesome."
"I know," he laughs along with him until Tommy abruptly stops and shake his head.
"Get back to the point."
Sighing again, Oliver scratches the back of his neck, "Remember how I sorta disappeared for part of the night? I hooked up with someone and… Yeah, she's pregnant." Silence envelops the best friends as they're locked in a staring match, and he can see the hurt in Tommy's eyes. "Look, I wanted to -"
"- Tell me? Yeah, but you didn't. I asked you what was wrong so many times and you lied to my face. Best friends don't lie to each other."
"Tommy -"
"And you cheated on Laurel? Really? What the hell, man?" he glares, shaking his head in disappointment.
Ever since they were young and they met Laurel, their duo becoming a trio, Oliver could always sense that Tommy had feelings for her. But he got there first, and even though he treated her terribly, she always chose him. "I know it was wrong, trust me. Laurel just dumped me, for real this time."
"Good."
He narrows his eyes, "I messed up, I know that."
"Messed up?" Tommy scoffs, "Ollie, you got a girl pregnant. How did that even happen? Last I saw, you were with the guys."
He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. "Laurel and I got in a fight and I just needed to clear my head. I went up to your room and Felicity was sitting there, crying. It just happened, I -"
"- Whoa, whoa, whoa," Tommy interrupts with a grimace, waving a hand in front of him to cut off his best friend. "Please tell me you didn't have sex in my bed." At the guilty look on Oliver's face, he groans, "Ugh, you had sex in my bed. Really?"
"I'm pretty sure you're dwelling on the wrong part of the story, Tommy."
With one last frown, he sighs, "So this girl - Felicity, yeah? Is she keeping it? Are you gonna be a dad?"
Oliver thinks the question over carefully, not knowing how to answer. He honestly doesn't know what is going to happen; all he knows is that Felicity has said multiple times that she doesn't want to be a mother, that she isn't ready for it. And she seems to like the idea of adoption ever since he mentioned it, which he now regrets. A weird feeling that he can't explain bubbles up in his chest every time he thinks about another family raising their baby, but he knows that if that's what Felicity thinks is best, he'll go along with it. Letting out a deep breath, he finally answers, "Honestly? I don't know."
Ducking her chin, Felicity tries to ignore the whispers and stares as she moves through the hallway towards her next class. She doesn't know how, but somehow the news about her pregnancy has spread like wildfire throughout school, even the knowledge that Oliver is the father given that people saw him driving her to school this morning. She knew that the secrecy was too good to be true; sooner or later, this was bound to happen, especially since she has been living with the Queens for two days.
Living in a mansion with the family of the father of your baby is interesting, to say the least. Felicity isn't used to having things done for her; yeah, her mom was home most of the time to take care of her, but she has always been independent and self-sufficient. Now, though, she has people making her breakfast and doing her laundry and asking her if she needs anything at all hours of the day. She appreciates it, she really does, and Raisa is probably the nicest woman she has ever met. It just makes her feel weird to have other people waiting on her hand and foot.
Lifting a hand, Felicity tucks a fallen strand of hair behind her ear and tightens her ponytail, doing her best to think about anything other than the whispers of her name. As she's walking, someone bumps hard against her shoulder causing her to spin and lose her footing, falling right on her butt. Luckily, her backpack breaks most of the fall so only a dull ache jolts through her wrists and tailbone. "What the hell?" she growls, looking up behind her glasses. Her face falls at the girls standing in front of her and she holds her breath.
"Whoops," Helena shrugs a shoulder, two of her minions trying to hold in their laughs where they stand at either side of her. Her blue eyes look her up and down, lingering on her stomach that is just barely noticeable. "Y'know, you should probably wear a sign or something. Baby on board?" She arches a brow, lips turning up into a smirk, "Oversized load?"
"Hey!" Sara comes out of nowhere, standing between Felicity and Helena with her fists clenched at her sides. "Why don't you back off, Helena? Otherwise Daddy's gonna have to buy you another nose job, only this one will be because of my fist."
Moving a step back, Helena tries to hide how intimidated she actually is with a scoff, "You do realize she slept with your sister's boyfriend, right?"
"You do realize that I can kick your skinny little ass, right?" Sara arches a brow, taking a threatening step forward.
The brunette gulps before putting on a fake smirk, "Whatever." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Helena spins on her heels and struts off down the hallway, her two friends following without a second thought.
Making sure to keep an eye out until the girls round the corner, Sara rolls her eyes and faces Felicity, who is still on the floor. She extends a hand and pulls her up, "Are you okay?"
Finding her footing, Felicity smooths down her shirt and nods before fixing her glasses from slipping down her nose, "Yeah. Thanks."
"Hey, no one messes with my friends."
"Am I?" she mutters, afraid of the answer. "Am I still your friend?"
A small smile tugs up the corners of Sara's mouth, "Of course you are, Felicity."
Felicity tries not to get her hopes up too high, "Still? I mean, Helena was right. Sara, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you about me and Oliver."
"I already knew."
Her brows draw together in confusion, "What? You did? How?"
A soft chuckle escapes past her lips, "You blush like a tomato whenever you see him in the hallway. Plus, I've known Ollie for most of my life - I know that he isn't exactly boyfriend of the year. It wasn't that hard to figure out."
"And you're – you're not mad at me?"
Sara loops her arm with Felicity's at the elbow, walking along with her to her class to make sure that no one else tries to mess with her. "No, I'm not mad at you. I think I know you well enough to know that Ollie told you some bullshit about being broken up with Laurel. She's my sister, I don't blame you for not telling me. But just because she's my sister doesn't mean you're not my friend."
Unable to hold back tears, thanks to these damn hormones, Felicity chokes out a sob and yanks the other blonde into a tight hug. "I don't deserve a friend like you, Sara."
She pulls away and chuckles, lifting her hands and using her thumbs to swipe under Felicity's eyes, "You're still cute." Looping their arms once again, she jerks her head to the side, "C'mon, let's get you to class. I hope people come at you, I'm dying to kick some more ass today." Both girls fall into a fit of laughs, ignoring everyone else in the halls as they make their way to class.