Title: Grandma Smoak

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Author's Note: Just some future fluff inspired by the awesome appearance of Donna Smoak in 3x05! So cavity inducing that I'm cringing about posting it, but I miss these two and my happy future for them so thought I'd go ahead and share. Have a wonderful week!

"A grandmother, Felicity. Me, a grandmother. What have you done?"

Felicity laughs, her eyes locked on the baby in her arms as the comforting noise of the hospital machines hums around them while the infant nurses hungrily. The sound coming through clearest of all was her mother's voice, but she's so happy right now that she doesn't even muster up the energy to tune her out.

"Sorry, Mom. I did give you plenty of warning. It was a nine month process."

"But a baby, Felicity. A baby. I'm a grandma. I may as well throw out my good underwear and buy granny panties," Donna comments. But there's pride on her face as she watches her granddaughter. Just eight hours old, the little girl is already so active, as if itching to get out of the blanket she's so tightly wrapped in, ready to explore the world around. That's from the Smoak side of the family - strong, courageous women who refuse to be caged.

As Felicity finishes nursing, Donna rises to her side, fixing her hospital gown and adjusting the baby on Felicity's shoulder for her to be burped. "There you go, nice and gentle now. And don't worry, your boobs will still look amazing after breastfeeding. It's the luck of the Smoak genes."

"Mom!" Felicity shakes her head in surprise, her hands running up and down Grace's back. "I am not worried about how my boobs will look! I'm happy to nurse my child."

"Well, of course you are, I didn't say you weren't," Donna argues. "I'm just saying you don't have to worry about how you'll look after breastfeeding, because," she gestures toward her chest, "believe me, they'll look amazing."

"I- that is not- I don't care," Felicity states a little too quickly. Her mother raises an eyebrow at her in amusement, and sure enough, Felicity adds, "Okay, alright, I admit, that's good to know."

"That's my girl," Donna boasts proudly as she settles back into her armchair with the latest People magazine. "My girls," she adds teary-eyed once again as she watches Grace in Felicity's arms.

"Mom, do not start crying again, because my hormones are all out of whack, and if you start, I won't be able to-" And sure enough, her voice breaks and her eyes water and-

"Hey, hey, are you crying again?" Oliver rushes in from the hallway, setting the tray of food down on the table as he moves to Felicity's side. "Are you okay?" His hand moves to her shoulder automatically, and she leans into him, her head finding its usual resting place on the breadth of his shoulder.

"My mom's making me cry again."

Oliver simply smiles, running a hand over the strands escaping her messy ponytail, exchanging a grin with Donna across the room. "Donna, we talked about this."

"Food?" Felicity asks brightly, eyeing the tray on the bedside table. The hospital had been given special orders about her diet, but Oliver, ever protective Oliver, had one of his chef friends prepare the meal specially so there wasn't even a chance of anything peanut-related in a ten foot vicinity.

"Food. But you have to give me the baby first."

"Nope," Felicity says automatically, shaking her head.

"Fe-lic-ity," Oliver sighs. "Not fair. She's mine too."

"But I don't wanna let her go yet," Felicity whines, throwing in a pout as she looks up at Oliver beseechingly.

Though he's known for giving into his wife, this time Oliver remains firm, shaking his head as he gently reaches for Grace, willing his hands to remain steady as he handles the newest, most precious thing in his life.

"You have to eat. You'll get her back right after, I promise."

Their faces lean close to one another as Felicity hands him the baby, their eyes locking in a gaze that connects them as instantly as that very first day in her office at Queen Consolidated so many years ago. Felicity forgets all about her unbrushed hair and the crusty bits of make-up in the corner of her eyes, the tear tracks that labor left down her cheeks. She hasn't even showered yet. All she sees is the love shining through Oliver's eyes, taking her back to a candlelight dinner in an Italian restaurant where he first began to give her pieces of his heart.

"Stop looking at her like that. That's how you got her pregnant in the first place," Donna adds from her seat.

"Mom!"

Oliver drops a kiss on Felicity's forehead as he moves his chair as close to her bed as he can. "I think there was a little more than that involved."

"Oliver!" Felicity calls out, shaking her head in embarrassment, even as she laughs.

Oliver releases a chuckle, a noise of breathless wonder, the same sound he's been making all day whenever Diggle and Thea and Sara and Roy have congratulated him on fatherhood. The elated grin on his face had only morphed into an expression of fear when Roy teased him about his future - scaring off teenage boys from his daughter who will have the beauty and brains of Felicity, and maybe her penchant for short skirts too.

"You two, honestly," Felicity chides, but nothing can wipe away the grin on her face. "You're gonna wake up Grace."

"It's fine, honey, the baby may as well get used to the sound of laughter in her life," Donna suggests, giving the Queen family a smile as she reaches for the next magazine from the stack on the table.

"See, Felicity, she might as well get used to it," Oliver repeats to his wife.

His eyes remain locked on his baby girl as Felicity eats dinner. He manages to hold on to her for another eight minutes before Felicity asks for her back. He relents without a fight; he's never been able to say no to a Smoak girl.

In the future that proves true for a Queen girl too.

the end ~