Oliver stood in his room, getting his tie straight in the mirror. The nerves were creeping up on him more and more with each passing minute and soon he was going to run out. In just 30 minutes he would be meeting Felicity at the altar. Anytime he thought about actually being at the altar and saying their vows, he was reminded of his proposal.
He'd proposed in the lair- it really one of the most important aspects of their lives together. Of course when he'd asked it was just the two of them and of course Felicity had fallen silent as soon as he got down on one knee, except then she hadn't said anything for the next five minutes. It took some effort to bring her back to the room, but eventually he was successful and she'd finally given him an answer; she'd said yes.
Now, 18 months later, it was happening. And it was now that he had to thank Ra's Al Ghul for killing him- if he hadn't Oliver wasn't sure that he and Felicity would have ever gotten together. Not that that was easy either. It had taken a full two weeks before Felicity would even talk to him and a month after that she'd finally agreed on giving a date another try. He was pulled from his thoughts by a knock on his bedroom door.
"Who is it?" He called.
"It's Thea. I'm coming in." Oliver didn't bother answering; there would be no stopping her. He saw she was only half-ready and instantly he was on alert- there were only 15 minutes left.
"Is something wrong?" Oliver was terrified that this would get torn away from him (because it would be his and Felicity's wedding that would end up getting crashed by assassins or something).
"Everything is okay. Felicity just sent me down here because she wants to talk to you; but I REFUSE to let you see her before she is coming down the aisle. So she agreed to talk through her door."
"Lead the way." Following Thea down the hallway his curiosity was growing. Was this conversation going to be important or was it just Felicity being herself?
After he'd arrived (and then left again 5 minutes later), he was more relaxed. She'd just wanted to talk to him about her nerves and he was pretty sure tried to give him a way out at one point. So now, with a little less than 10 minutes till the ceremony starts he headed downstairs and into the back yard. It wasn't long before the bridal march started and Felicity made her appearance. He was in awe and actually started tearing up; only to hear Roy muttering in the background.
"Of course he'd cry now. Get shot? No big deal. Get married?..." He didn't get to finish that statement as he realized the look that Oliver was giving him.
When Felicity arrived at the altar, Oliver had no idea what he should say to her, but he knew he wanted to say something.
"I love you." She whispered as she took his hands. He sighed.
"I love you too." She squeezed his hands and with a smile they turned to face the officiant.