The television droned as Laurel yawned. He looked over to her with soft eyes and smiled at him. "You know, you should probably get some sleep," He told her.

"Are you gonna leave me to go to bed?" She asked him as she yawned again.

He shook his head. "Not if you don't want me to, babe. In fact, I'd love to come to bed with you."

"We can't have sex, I'm too tired," She said as she snuggled into him and got comfy.

He nodded. "I can understand that. We'll just go to sleep, although you're pretty much there already," He told her with a smile. She nodded and closed her eyes. He rolled his eyes and picked her up and took her to the bedroom down the hall.

He laid her gently in bed and kneeled. She looked over to him with sleep in her eyes. "What do you want?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"What clothes do you want?" He asked. She made a grumbly sort of noise. Didn't want to deal with that much though, he guessed. He sighed. He took his shirt off and he saw her eyes widen. "It's not what you think," He told her as he smiled. "You need something to wear to bed and I sleep shirtless, okay?" He asked.

She nodded a little and dragged herself to a sitting position as she removed her own shirt and bra.

Oliver tried to not look while she undid her pants and put his shirt on. He focused on shoving his own pants down and getting into the bed. "Come here," He said as brought her closer to him and cuddled her.

He turned light music just like he knew she liked and watched her as she fell right back to sleep in his arms.

For a few minutes, he thought about what it was like on the island and how he would dream so often about moments exactly like this. If there was something that reminded him more of home than Laurel, he couldn't name it off the top of his head.

He wondered if she ever dreamed of him in that time. He wouldn't have blamed her if she didn't. He was terrible to her and he would spend his life trying to make sure that she knew that his mistakes were in the past and that she was the only girl he ever wanted anymore.

Eventually he fell asleep and clung to her closer. It was the best night of sleep that he had in a long time because he was sleeping and not even in the biblical sense sleeping, but just regular sleeping, being close to someone, allowing someone to be with him when he was most vulnerable.

Laurel opened her eyes and rolled around in his arms and he brought her even closer and she smiled. He was cute when he slept. He looked so much like the boy who left on that boat.

She laid her head on his chest and ran her nails across his arm and smiled. It was the craziest night. She had the best dreams. She envisioned herself in the mayor's office with Oliver. And she couldn't quite tell if it was his name on the desk or hers, but she knew that they were both supposed to be there.

"Don't you ever sleep in like a normal person?" He croaked.

She rolled over to straddle him and kissed his face all over, "I get up before noon like a normal person," She said as she went to sit back.

"I wouldn't do that," He warned her, but it was too late and the precious pressure Laurel gave him, made him moan a little. "You know, you are the only person who can get away with that," He told her as he rolled her over. "So did you sleep well?" He asked.

"I slept great. Had good dreams." She told him as she gave him a long kiss. "How about you?' She asked.

He nodded and laughed. She looked down his abs which were contracting with his laughter. "The best sleep in six years," He told her. "I also had a pretty good dream."

"Oh yeah?" She asked him. "You want to tell me about it?"

He rolled over onto his back and gathered her up in his arms, "Do you promise that you won't laugh at me when I tell you?" He asked.

She nodded with that excited little look on her face that he could never resist. He could never tell her no, when she did that face.

"Well, I was in a suit and I was looking in a mirror and I really thought man, I looked good. And Diggle came to me and took me down this beautiful red aisle and I remember feeling nervous. But then you came down that aisle and I didn't feel so nervous anymore. And I think I remember hearing Make You Feel My Love in the background," He told her. He smiled when he saw her blush. "On the best sleep I've had in six years, I dreamed of our hypothetical wedding, what does that tell you?" He asked with the hugest smile on her face.

She kissed him again. His idiot face meant more to her than anyone else. Laurel didn't see him opening the drawer to the nightstand and taking something out of it.

"Laurel," He asked in between kisses, "Will you do me a favor and make my best dreams come true and marry me?" He asked as he opened the box and she saw a beautiful tiffany diamond ring. It probably cost thirty thousand dollars, and it was beautiful.

"How did you know that you'd propose to me in bed?" She asked him.

He shook his head. "I didn't. I've been carrying that ring around for a week and a half, trying to figure out a good time. Dreaming of the wedding seemed like a pretty good sign. So will you?" He asked her.

She nodded. "It would be an honor to marry you, Oliver Jonas Queen."

"You complete the dream," He said as he put the ring on her finger, slid perfectly on, and he kissed her one more time. "And you always have."