Here it is, the last chapter of Emilia and Andrew's arc. From now on, independent chapters once again.

The day they let her go

Felicity was searching for her husband. Well, search was not the right choice of words, since she knew where he was… She was kind of waiting until the right moment to find him, it was better said that way. Her long green dress kept her from walking with the speed she liked, however, when she found him, she was sure it was in the right moment.

He was sitting on a queen sized bed, a small plush elephant between his fingers. The walls around him painted of a light purple, some teddy bears over the bed, and paintings of flowers and butterflies over the walls.

"What are you doing here?" Felicity asked and he turned around to see her standing against the door frame. Behind her he could hear different voices mingling with each other, conversations floating around like feathers.

Since he didn't answer back, she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, muffling the noise of their guests. The sound of her dress touching the ground was the only noise in the room, beside their breathing patterns.

"She has been asking for you…" Felicity said, breaking the silence and sitting beside Oliver.

Since he remained soundless, her eyes wandered around. She observed the place around her, committing every detail into her memory. She couldn't say how many hours she spent in here, first painting it of a light yellow and then, when the girl was old enough to choose for herself, helping her with the purple style. She could still remember how the crib looked beside the window and how her son liked to look over the rail and make his sister laugh with weird faces.

It was like something from a dream, something she remembered but couldn't touch, tangible but abstract at the same time…

She could still smell the scent of the baby when they first brought her from the hospital, so soft, so sweet… Or the tea Oliver used to make when she was sick with some of the herbs he brought from his last trip to the island to check on the prisoners… The way it felt to fall asleep with a small finger surrounding your index finger… Or waking up to see your husband playing with the children, creating castles where warriors battled for their lives…

Oliver sighed and his hand searched hers. She could feel the warmness of her fingers sipping into his colder ones.

"It's time, isn't it?" he asked and Felicity nodded.

"We have to let her go…" she replied back, but just like her husband's, her voice was embargoed with nostalgia.

"He is a good man, right?" Oliver asked and Felicity chuckled.

"Yes, he is, even if you wanted to kill him when you saw them kiss for the first time… He learned from my favorite boys after all…" Felicity smiled, nudging his shoulder.

"She won't forget us, right?" he asked, and looking into his wife's eyes he could see the understanding behind her blue irises. He knew he was being foolish, but he couldn't stop his doubts from resurfacing and roaring their ugly head.

"She could never forget her daddy, Oliver…" Felicity calmed him, kissing his cheek and then his mouth. She felt his smile against her lips. "Now, let's go, before she comes here and kicks us out of the room…"

Felicity rose, her hand firmly held between Oliver's fingers. She pulled him against her and hugged her husband, squeezing his body with her arms.

"She is going to be happy, just like we are…" Felicity whispered and kissed him on the lips once again.

"Oh c'mon! Not even in your daughter's wedding day can you stop with that?! Even Uncle John and Aunt Lyla are behaving for Andy's sake!" a voice yelled from the threshold and the couple parted to see a beautiful woman in a white dress looking at them, her hands on her hips.

"Sorry, honey…" Oliver said sheepishly and arranging his tie he stepped out of the room, one of his hands holding Felicity's and the other their daughter's.

"So, are you ready?" his son asked him, when Oliver stopped in front of the tent, outside of the mansion, where the ceremony was going to be held.

"I think so…" he answered truthfully, eyeing his older son playing with the baby in his arms. "You will understand how it feels someday…"

"Yes, but for now I will enjoy being the only man in her life…" the younger man replied, cooing to his daughter.

"Emilia deserves this happiness… Even if it pains me to see her go, she is an adult, she has to live her own life and not the one we would want for her… It's time for her to make her own choices and her own mistakes… Have her own victories and achievements..." Oliver said, sighing. And then, he walked towards the girl waiting for him. He tucked her hand beside his own and with his head held high proudly walked his only daughter down the aisle, towards his smiling nephew, waiting to make her happy.