Alright I fibbed the aftermath is going to have one last part this one kind of took me by surprise.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in regards to Arrow or it's characters.

Chapter 14:

Aftermath Part 3

"John… I'm so sorry we just got… a little too caught up in the moment." John had turned around at this point but Oliver still made me tighten legs around his waist as he stood up keeping my chest firmly pressed to his. He then turned around so that his broad back was facing John's. Once he was sure that my form was completely covered from any prying eyes he released his hold on me and I him. He then grabbed the blanket off the bed and held it up like a curtain until my top half was once again concealed beneath my clothing. I looked at Oliver as I put the bra back in place. His face had that stupid adorable grin that I didn't know existed until our 4th month together on the road. "My god you have no shame do you? We just caught by John again in a compromising position and you're just standing here watching me re-dress smiling. I'm beginning to think that you like it when we get caught Mr. Queen." I said the last part with a smirk in my voice because I knew that Oliver didn't endorse voyeurism he just like I tended to sometimes get lost in the moment. Once I was done he went back to sitting on the edge of the bed while holding one of my hands in his.

"You know I'm really going to enjoy the moment you walk down here and Tommy has himself wrapped around some girl getting ready to make a play for home base." I scowled at that thought as did Oliver. "John we said we were sorry and really it's been over a decade since the last time you well um caught us in another compromising position." I kept fiddling with Oliver's hand that was now caught between both of mine as I waiting for John to continue on. Oliver however had decided that this subject was over moved onto the business at hand his presence at that moment. "Well putting what you just witnessed aside I assume you came down here for a reason." Silently thanking whatever god had made Oliver that pragmatic I looked up from our still joined hands and waited for John's response. "I came down here because after round one Ray is going to be out of commission for at least round 2. You really did a number on his hand man." Oliver looked confused and then looked at me. I smiled shyly before admitting that I may have forgotten to mention a detail or two about the spasm. "You broke or more accurately shattered his hand love." His eyes widened as his face filled with guilt. "Baby it wasn't your fault you were in spasm you had no control over anything that happened on that you have my word." He nodded but his face still remained slightly haunted with the knowledge of what he'd done.

Once I got him another glass of water I walked over towards Digg wanting to get an update on everyone upstairs. "So how is everything going up there? Are the kids asking questions? Is Rebecca doing alright? Is Ray ever going to regain use of that hand? You know the basic million questions that I usually ask." He smiled and put his hand against my arm to lead me further away from Oliver who was already starting to get drowsy once again.

"Everything is fine upstairs; the kids are great they just think we're all here to keep you occupied while Oliver is away on a business trip." My eyes shot up at that one and based on Diggs amused expression he had expected my shock. "John you've met Oliver he doesn't do business trips hell he barely does a business day. Do you honestly expect Tommy at the very least to buy that excuse?" He just shrugged his shoulders and held up his hands in mock defeat as he so often did. "Felicity I told them it wasn't going to be believable but the kids are going with it and since you seem to be MIA they are buying that you miss him so really you're selling the story better than anyone." I nodded for two reasons. Digg had just told me that my children needed to see more of me and that they were happy because they were surrounded by family. "Point taken after this next spasm I'll spend his black out hours upstairs. That means you need to stay with him, I don't want him to be alone at all during this whole process." Diggle nodded his agreement and with our game plan set we both moved towards Oliver's bed to prepare for the next terrible attack.

This spasm was just as bad as the last one even with restraints. His thick corded muscles strained and pulled creating deep scarring marks against his wrists until he finally broke free. Once that happened all hell broke loose. Diggle couldn't hold him; once Oliver snapped the restraints in two John had moved forward to grab both arms to prevent them from collapsing his own chest. Recalling the last time when Ray grabbed Oliver with his spasm strength I grabbed another dose of the muscle relaxant and jabbed the needle into his arm; just like last time his strength eased. Two minutes later the spasm was over and he was back in his comatose state. "Felicity he'll be fine go spend some time with you children they need to see you more than they need to see me." I hesitated hating the idea of leaving him even if John was right next to him keeping watch. "Just for a little while, you text me when he's awake I just need to be here when he's awake."

With his nod I turned and headed for the stairs. I wasn't even out of the medical space before John's voice stopped me. "He needs you just as much as you need him you do know that right?" I was confused as to where that statement has come from and walked back towards him putting my hand against his arm. "John where did that come from?" He paused and judging by the look on his face I had missed something during that last spasm. "All joking aside when I came down here, what I interrupted was your way of re-connecting to him. Lyla and I we're the same way. Whenever one of us comes back from being hurt or wounded we have an almost unstoppable need to feel the other. It's almost of if our souls are reaffirming what is truth and what is fiction. You and Oliver are the same way but whatever exists between you two is stronger than that. Felicity his hold weakened the moment you're hands pressed against his skin. He felt you and slightly lowered his guard." I looked at him like he was crazy. "John there's no way that's possible I must have already injected the needle Oliver's not aware during the spasm there is no way my touch got him to calm down." John looked up and pinned me with a stare that I hadn't seen in a very long time. "Felicity it amazes me that you still don't see how much you affect him even after all these years." With that he squeezed my hand and sent me on my way. I walked up the stairs towards my other family members with one thought in mind. In the past 2 days Sara, Ray and, John had all pointed out that my connection to Oliver was stronger than even I knew. My thought pattern kept being the same what do they see that I don't?

"Mom you look terrible, when is the last time you slept in like an actual bed for more than 2 hours?" I winced at my son's terribly accurate honesty. I did look terrible and I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My face was pale and lacked its usual bright hues. My hair was an absolute mess and given what Oliver and I had been about to do it showed. His hands had managed to get most of my hair out of the hair tie so it was in a half up and half down combo. I hadn't really changed my outer clothing since we got home so this was going on day two in the same tired jeans and t-shirt of Oliver's combo. I had come up the stairs and was greeted by the twins running towards me and enveloping me in a double bear hug. Becca's hold for once stronger than Jakes. Riley waved at me from her place on the couch. She was curled up against Ray of all people with Sara on her other side as they sat around and watched whatever was in her Netflix que. Tommy of course was waiting for me in my room knowing that's where I would immediately go. I was still standing in front of the bedroom mirror when he spoke again. "Mom how about you take a nap or at least take a shower and change your clothes. Because mom I love you I do but you no longer have the spring time fresh smell." I turned toward him and pulled him into my arms laughing as he responded. "Ah mom gross we can do the whole emotional women need hugs thing after you've showered." I let him go as he practically ran out of the room. Taking my son's advice I proceeded into the bathroom and started the shower.

My son was a genius that's what I thought the moment the hot water hit my slightly chilled skin. As I stood underneath the showerhead I let my mind wonder back to Digg's earlier statement what was I missing? In the past two days multiple "family" members had been re-affirming my bond with Oliver and for what reason I was still at a loss. As I started to message the shampoo through my dirty blonde strands my mind flashed back to another time when I had begun to question my relationship with Oliver.

"He's my father what do you want me to do about it? Pretend that he isn't? Go back to thinking that Edward Smoak just up and left us one day? Don't you think that would be easier for me than this? I don't see another way out of this; he's not going to stop until you and I are through. He made that very clear when he tried to KILL YOU today. I won't have your death being my fault." My face was a mess from crying for the past two hours as we had possibly the biggest argument we've ever had to date. Damian Darkh leader of HIVE the same organization who killed Andy Diggle is my father. It explained so many things, why he left when I was young, why he never made any attempt to contact us ever again, and my intelligence. Everything fell into place this afternoon when the son of bitch had Oliver's neck in a noose with him about to push out the chair. Laurel and Ray had been taken out of play 20 minutes ago by 4 HIVE agents. Thea and Diggle were trapped on the other side of the city and that left me. I had been in our new lair underneath the house that we'd bought about three months prior. It was isolated from the main roads and it was a 2 story brick house with a full basement and plenty of space. HIVE had made their presence known about 10 seconds after Oliver and I returned to Starling. Ever since then they've become a royal in the ass.

This was supposed to be a routine recon mission just in and out no problem. Diggle and Thea had gone to one possible location for the HIVE base while Laurel and Ray had gone to the other. Oliver due to his recent injury opted after my very strong verbal request to stay in the lair with me and monitor the coms. Everything was going according to plan until about 5 minutes in. First we lost communication with Dig and Thea when someone had broken in and cut off all our communication via a wireless hack. I attempted to regain control but for some odd and very annoying reason I was unable to regain communications. That's when Damian Darkh leader of HIVE made his evil presence known. An encrypted video file was delivered two minutes after the communication blackout the footage showed Laurel and Ray's almost lifeless bodies being dragged toward what appeared to be an iron bar with two long ropes hanging down over the sides. Those ropes had circles at the end of them that would fit someone's neck. He was going to hang them if the Green Arrow and the Oracle were not present in the next 20 minutes.

"Don't even think about Felicity, you're not going to the meet." I had already started getting Oliver's still very weak and damaged body into his new Green Arrow getup two minutes after the footage ended. He winced and held back multiple snarls each time my hand came into contact with his skin. "Oliver if we don't go they'll be dead." Stopping what I was doing for a moment I grabbed the sides of his face forcing him to look at me. "Baby you can't do this alone and right now I'm all you've got. So either show how to at least aim that damn gun over there or find another weapon that you think will be a better fit. I'm going and that's the end of it." His head rolled into my grasp the only sign that he was admitting defeat. We wordlessly finished getting ready and were about to head out the door when he shoved the gun into my palm. "Remember the safety has to be off, aim then take a deep breath as you pull against the trigger. Keep both hands on the shaft or you'll be knocked back by the aftershock." I nodded my head in understanding as he leaned into my body for support as we travelled up the stairs.

The meeting we knew was going to be a trap but with no back up and limited options he went in first to survey the area with me hanging back behind a few well placed crates. I had my phone tracking his life signs as he entered the building. 2 minutes in and no sign of any immediate danger that was until I heard four gunshots and I took off running; towards the location of the sound. I had barely made in it in the doors when I was surrounded by 5 HIVE agents and Damian Darkh holding a now shot up Oliver. "Good I was beginning to think that you two had disobeyed my request. I'm glad to see that you can follow orders Felicity. I was hoping you had grown out of that rebellious stage of yours by now. I was stunned every communication with this vile man had been either through another person or he had been cloaked by darkness of some sort. I was beginning to doubt he was real but now with him standing before me I understood the reason for his secrecy. "Dad…." It was him it was Edward Smoak and he hadn't aged in day in almost 20 years his face was exactly as I remembered it down to the last freckle and mole. "You haven't aged….how is this possible…why?"

Damian being a calculating man was taking a rather large risk coming out in the open but he had being waiting for almost 4 years to rescue his daughter from the likes of Oliver Queen. He of course could understand her attraction to the man, he was wealthy, good-looking, and a hero hell he was surprised she'd waited as long as she did to bed him. However that was beside the point time was of the essence. Her bond with him was growing strong and he wouldn't have all his planning for her future go down the drains for a washed up playboy with a hero complex after all he was no Bruce Wayne. So now standing before her holding whom she thought was the love of her life by his pathetic neck he thought he'd feel relief until he saw her face. She was more than in love with this man she belonged to him. It was written across her entire body the way her breath caught in her throat, the way she gasped when she saw him, the way her unshed tears cascaded down when seeing Oliver's face and not his. This was beyond puppy love, or a simple crush reaching its natural end her soul had formed a bond to this man and that meant he had to destroy him.

Returning to the moment at hand I finally spoke uttering the first words that I spoken to my daughter in almost 20 years. "Yes the Lazarus pit does wonders for the aging process my actual age would astonish you. I left you because it was too dangerous to stay with you. I protected you from afar all these years and now my daughter it's time for you to come home. It's time for you to take your rightful place at my side." I was clear and concise yet I knew what her answer would be even before she uttered are you fracking crazy underneath her breath. So I got inventive if she wouldn't come willing then the man she loved would either suffer or die until she agreed. So I had my men hold her back as I gave her the options while dragging his slightly conscious body over to the third noose that I had fashioned and slipped it over his neck. Once he was settled in I propped him up against a chair and waited the choice was hers say no and he'd swing, say yes and he along with the other 2 would be released. My daughter was always a smart girl and when she said yes I felt my heart for the first time in a long time begin to relax with ease. My ease was short-lived once her distraction was released from his rope confines he quickly took out both those two men while my daughter shot and wounded the ones surrounding her. I glanced towards her as she stood ice cold pointing the gun in my direction. Before I was knocked out by the force of his fist to my head I saw it the look in her eyes she'd made her choice and it was him it was always going to be him.

"Felicity we are not breaking up and throwing away everything we have because of him. I'm not throwing us away because you're the one who's scared." I looked at him with rage and fury. "How dare you say that I'm throwing us away, I'm the only one who was willing to fight for us in the beginning. I waited for you to wise up through how many women over how many years? I even forgave you for Nyssa and Malcolm. I have always believed in you and supported you. I'm not throwing us away I'm doing what I have to do so you'll survive."

Our bedroom had never been this quiet in the entire time that we'd been here. The air was charged with our anger and rage; both of us unwilling to relent and both of us unwilling to see the other's reasoning. We'd also hadn't been this far apart physically since our relationship had begun that was the hard part the physical distance meant our emotional distance was even worse. "Oliver he was going to hang you, he had your even more injured body with a noose around your neck." I took a reluctant step towards him with each word that I spoke "Remembering words you once said to me he had you and he was going to hurt you." I was finally in front of him and able to reach out and gently touch his own tear stained face with my fingers. "There was no choice to make. Baby don't you understand I would have done or said anything if it meant you could walk away." I could feel my voice cracking as the tears freely streamed down my face. His body hadn't moved an inch towards mine and frankly that was telling. He was deciding what to do; he was deciding what he would have to say next to prove his point. I had let my hand fall back to my side as the distance between us continued to grow. I was about to turn around and walk away not able to stand the thousands of miles that I could feel coming between us. Thankfully his hand on my arm stopped me. His hand tightening and pulling me back towards him was welcomed but at the same time feared. His eyes were violent with unexpressed emotions that soon I had a feeling were going to be voiced. "You told me in an alley that you didn't want to be a woman that I loved. Those words resonated in my heart for days. You said a woman when you were already the woman. You said you didn't want me to love you well guess what too god damn late I already did. Now you remind me of a moment in time when you're were in danger and I killed to protect you. Felicity I BROKE MY VOW TO TOMMY FOR YOU, I KILLED HIM FOR YOU, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT DAMIAN WOULD BE ANY DIFFERENT." His voice rising had startled me but not more so than the actual words.

Ripping my arm away from his touch I moved closer invading his personal space until our chests were almost touching. Lifting my head until our eyes were fully connected to the other I used what little strength I had left to make my final plea. "I told you not to kill him not for me. I told you that I didn't want to be a woman you loved because of how those women tended to end up. I told you I wanted more from my life than hiding in a cave waiting for you to be ready. Oliver I've told you a lot of things over the course of our time together and I don't regret a single one. Also you're not the only one willing to kill to protect the person they love. I would put a bullet through his heart tonight if it meant that you would survive. You're it for me; no one else is ever going to be better for me than you. However this situation tells me that maybe I shouldn't be it for you. I won't lose you to him, I won't." His anger was palpable I expected words or at least a gesture but he did neither. He just looked down at me with more love than I think I've ever seen in his expression before and walked away. His hand was on the door our door before I heard his last statement telling me that this argument was far from over. "I've lost too many people that I love you won't be another. You say you won't lose me well I refuse to lose you." With that he opened the door and walked out.

2 days that's how long our silence lasted. I feel asleep without his body wrapped around mine for two days. I woke up alone and cold for two days. I dreamt of the way his hands felt as they touched and teased and caressed over my skin. I could almost feel his fingertips against my thighs; I could feel his lips everywhere from my lips down to my toes as he explored the darkest places of my body. I finally allowed myself to remember how it felt once he was inside me, claiming me as his own with each deliberate movement of his hips against my own. I spent two days longing for him but knew that in the end I would spend even more missing him. I had to leave him, if my father thought we were through then he'd leave Starling City he'd follow me away from Oliver and the little family we'd begun to form. All the people I loved would be safe. I had made my decision 2 nights ago but since Oliver and I hadn't even laid on eyes on each other since that night I hadn't had to tell him and watch him explode. Today was the day, this silence or limbo that we were in was going to end this morning.

I'd made a plan last night; I contacted now my company and let them know that I'd be going oversees to look at new potential companies that might be of interest to our new applied sciences division. I told them I'd be gone for one month. I figured that would give me enough time to have my father follow me away from Starling City and then I'd make a deal with the devil. Malcolm Merlyn owed me a favor or two so he was going to pay up. I planned to give my father over to the league. As our months of research had proven the league had more interest in my father than even I did; so I'd contact Malcolm and give him the time and the place of a the meet that I'm sure my father would request. Once Malcolm had my father and HIVE then I would return home, I'd return to Oliver. If I had to sacrifice one month of my life with him it would be far better than the rest of it without him. I was confident in my plan and felt better than I had in days. However since I'd spent the last two days locked away in my bedroom I figured a shower would be in order before I went to face the firing squad of Oliver and the rest of Team Green Arrow.

I removed my night clothes which consisted of a pair of underwear and one of Oliver's t-shirts. Checking the temperature of the water and making sure it was just right I released my hair from its usual ponytail and stepped underneath the hot streaming water. I had been in the shower for no more than two minutes when I heard the door to the bathroom open. The shower was one of my favorite features of this house. It was a huge marble walled shower with a messaging showerhead and a glass door that was tinted so you could see the person's frame through the door. I had spent many a morning in that shower with Oliver doing almost anything but getting clean. I saw his form coming closer to the tinted glass doors, his eyes roaming up and down my now very wet naked body. We were face to face now. I had my hand pressed against the door willing him to understand what I was trying to say. I watched as he lifted his shirt over his head never once moving his gaze from my own. His sweatpants came off next as the shower door opened and he stepped inside. He pressed his chest against mine and then placing his hands against the wall of the shower he moved forward pushing my body and thus his until we were both under the steaming spray of the showerhead. His arms now coming to wrap around my arms encasing me in a warm, wet, and very hot embrace; I attempted to lift my head so I could kiss him and end my agony but his words stopped me in my tracks.

"I love you…" His head now dipped slightly so our foreheads could touch so here we were our naked bodies pressed together standing underneath the spray of the steaming water. We'd been intimate before but this by far was our most intimate moment yet. Finding his voice he continued and the words he spoke would leave a permanent mark on my soul. "I've been with women before and I've even claimed to love a few of them. I was wrong I had no idea what it meant to love someone until you. You are my first thought every morning and my last every night. Your smile, your strength, your intelligence, your humor, and your heart are what drew me to you. The way your brain works astounds me from the computer to your lack of a filter every single thing about you makes me want you and love you more than I did before." I was smiling and ready to say that I loved him too then I would list the many little ways that made me do so. He however wasn't done yet. "However I won't lose you, I won't give you up, and I won't back down. I spent most of my pre-island life running from commitment but I'm done running. I chose you, I ran away with you, I came back with you, I moved in with you, and I intend to marry you. I moved my forehead back staring at him with utter confusion. "Oliver you're not… no you wouldn't… in the shower really… do you even have a ring… you can't be serious… oh god are you doing this to keep from me from leav…" He silenced my last question with his mouth as it crashed into mine.

I felt like I waking up from a very long and very torturous nightmare. His mouth continued its feverish pace as he devoured my own. I matched him nip for nip as our tongues fought back and forth against each other fueling our mutual desire. Our bodies were becoming so entangled in one another I honestly didn't know where I began and he ended. He pulled back gasping for air as was I but his look told me he wasn't joking this was real he meant what he said and he wasn't going to take it back. "Marry me…" His voice was no higher than a whisper as he exhaled the words that changed any plan I had forever. He surged forward once again sealing his lips and pressing his body to my own. I was getting very quickly lost in the moment; I could feel his hands as they grabbed my hips pulling my body up into his strong embrace. My legs without any prompting latched around his waist bringing more core that much closer to his own. I finally started to come to my senses when his body began to move, as he pressed my back up against the shower wall I pulled back away from his kiss but not from his hold. "Oliver… we have… to… stop… this… before we… go to… far." Panting as I went I removed my hands from around his neck and brought them to his face. "As much as I want no… as much as I need this we can't. You've been shot multiple times in the past two days. Not to mention that you had been very brutally beaten up two days prior. We are not going to have sex until you're…." I was about to finish that little statement when he moved forward and then in erasing any and all thoughts of ending this little tryst with it. As with each and every time we came together the moment I felt him within me my entire body tightened with pleasure and delight.

I was losing my resolve as his movements came hard and fast pushing my body to its limits and beyond. I could feel the cool marble with each thrust he made against my body, the heat from our bodies and the cold of the wall drove my senses into a frenzy that was waiting to explode. In mere moments I was going to come apart at the seams I was so close to finding that exact moment where our souls would finally connect, where my heart and mind would finally be at peace. He chose that moment to pause I whimpered from the halt in his movements, opening my eyes to convey my displeasure caused me to gasp. He knew exactly what he was doing he wasn't going to allow us to reach our shared connection until I answered his question. "Felicity marry me… " I moved against him eliciting a deep low growl from his throat; moving my face closer until my lips were barely hovering over his own I finally gave my answer. "Yes…now finish what you started." With that I crashed my lips into his as his movements once again started coming harder and faster than before. Moments later with each other's names being screamed from our lips we achieved what we'd both been needing for two very long days. Every time was like the first time with him but this time when our bodies and souls combined as we both shattered apart, coming together as one something had changed. This time it happened with the knowledge that he'd asked a question and I had said yes.

Flashing back to the present and suddenly wishing his body was currently wrapped around me I figured it out. Why everyone was so concerned about our relationship, why everyone was walking around like I was some damaged porcelain doll. They didn't know the truth but Oliver and I did. Damian unlike all our other relationship issues was like a bad penny that wouldn't die. He had so many ties to our shared lives so of course they were worried that Oliver had killed my father in front of my very eyes, in front of our daughter's eyes. They were waiting for the breakdown, the fallout; they were waiting to see if I would leave him. All the sudden it made sense all the talk about how much he loved me about how much he had always loved me suddenly became shockingly clear. We never told anyone how Oliver had proposed to me, it was our moment our perfect Oliver and Felicity moment. They didn't know about my plan to leave and ask Malcolm to kill Damian so that Oliver wouldn't have to. They didn't know that I was willing to end him myself as long as it meant Oliver didn't have to. They didn't understand that what was weighing on my heart and soul was the fact that Oliver had to kill someone once again because of me. I turned off the shower feeling clean and invigorated. Putting on my favorite sweat pants and another one of Oliver's shirts I came back downstairs and joined my children on the couch. I held them, hugged them, kissed them and watched them seeing Oliver in everything that they did. "Mommy are you alright? You keep staring at us?" Becca was curled up against my side so she had a front row seat for my rather divided attentions. I dropped a swift kiss to the crown of her head and replied. "Yes baby I'm fine, and daddy will be too." With that she curled in closer and started to slowly shut her eyes.

"So how long have you been awake hot stuff?" I had finished putting the twins to bed about 20 minutes ago and was saying goodnight to Riley and Tommy when my phone buzzed. It was John telling me that someone was awake and very much wanted to see me. I smiled softly and hugged both of my children quickly as I rushed down the hall and to the stairs. Passing Diggle on the stairs he gave me a soft smile but before he could move forward I wrapped my arms around him in a quick but tight hug. "John you don't have to worry I know how much he needs me because it's how much I need him. Nothing he or I could ever do is going to change that." Pressing a kiss to my forehead and returning my hug he smiled and responded with utter relief. "So you figured out what was bothering all of us I take it." I just smiled and nodded as I continued down the stairs making a beeline to Oliver. "Hot stuff is it, be careful with that kind of talk or Diggs going to come down here and see even more of your naked body than he did before." I added an extra swing to my hips as I slowly walked over to him removing his shirt from my body as I approached. "Don't make promises that you or your body can't keep." Once again I placed my body around his my legs coming to rest against his waist. I was busy latching my arms around his neck when I heard his voice heated by desire respond. "Oh I feel better than I have in year's baby I fully intend to keep my promise." Coming closer until my lips were almost touching his I whispered ever so slightly before I sealed our lips making them one. "Good so prove it." And prove it he did.

"Wow, all I can say is wow. We've always been… well combustible but that was just oh my god… we were I don't have words for what we just did. How long do you think we have until your next spasm?" Sex with Oliver had always been beyond words and each and every time our souls mated for life. However this time was beyond even that and I was going to expect a repeat performance everynight for the rest of my life. "I have according to the time table about another hour and are you trying to tell me that you would perhaps like to have you're repeat performance now?" I flushed realizing that I might have been vocalizing those last thoughts. "Hear all that did you?" His eyes now smiling and his lips forming that wicked little grin gave me my answer before he did. "Oh I heard you before I entered you, when I finally did, and then during well baby you're always quite vocal but this time you were beyond the usual high praise." I attempted to bury my face further into naked chest "Oh god I was wasn't I? I just I think the past few days left a dent in our connection so perhaps that was us making sure the other one knew beyond a doubt that it was still there and apparently stronger than ever." He just chuckled and pulled my naked chest further into his. "So the others doubted our bond I take it?" I nodded "Yes it reminded me of how you proposed and when." Lightly running his fingers up and down my spine he replied "I remember that day, I just said marry me and then made sure you said yes. I was quite proud of that moment as I recall." I just huffed and he went on. "Well just to make sure maybe we should use the next say 40 minutes or so to make sure that our relationship really is stable you know for their sakes." I moved positioning my body on top of his pressing light kisses against his neck. "I agree I mean after all we really should make sure that we're on the same page for them of course." I never heard his answer I was too busy making sure our relationship was firm and stable.