When Felicity pulled the car up outside Queen Consolidated it was mid-afternoon. She looked at Emma.

"This is as far as I go. I didn't tell Oliver that I had found where you were, so best if you go alone".

Emma smiled at her. "I won't tell him".

Felicity tilted her head to the side. "You would have come home at some point in time, right? I mean if I hadn't come find you".

"Probably, but it would have taken me more time. Thank you, Felicity for being the friend that you are".

They hugged. "I'll stop by the apartment and drop your things off".

"Ok. I'll see you later".

Emma opened the door and Felicity leaned towards the passenger seat. "Give him a chance".

Emma nodded and Felicity waited until she had entered the building before driving away.

As she walked into the main lobby, most people casually stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Aside from the morning sickness that had settled in, she was radiant, glowing. She was obviously not dressed for a corporate visit but nevertheless in her blue jeans, white thin striped button-down shirt, grey and white cardigan and grey boots, she still looked classy.

She started getting nervous as the elevator went up to Oliver's floor. She felt a wave of nausea hit her and she grabbed the railing. "Not now", she told herself as she inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. After a few tries, the nausea stopped and she sighed in relief as the elevator stopped and the door slid open.

She walked towards Oliver's office. He wasn't sitting at his desk but she could hear voices coming in from the boardroom.

Oliver sat near the projector screen at the opposite end of the table. Everyone had their backs turned away from the doors. He was only half listening to what Carl, one of his R&D managers, was saying. He was in a foul mood and had been for the past weeks. He was taping the table with his fingers, impatient for the presentation to be over.

"Mr. Queen, we really feel that this would be the best way to bring a new product line to the already existing"…. Carl's voiced trailed off and he stopped speaking. Oliver who hadn't even been paying attention to Carl rose his head.

"I don't have all day Carl, please continue".

"I..um… I can't sir", said Carl as he looked at Oliver.

"If you're not prepared, then I would at least ask that you don't make me waste my time"! said Oliver harshly.

"It's not that sir", said Carl directing again his attention to the glass door. Slowly one by one the men and women around the table turned their heads. Oliver looked at them and finally did the same. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her. His tense face softened as he stood. "We'll continue this another time". he said. The assembly stood and walked out through the back door. He walked over and opened the glass door. The only thing he wanted was to take her in his arms and never let her go but he didn't know how she would react. He didn't know what her coming back to Starling City meant. He got close enough so that their hands were brushing against one another and he could look into her beautiful almond-shaped brown eyes. They stood there for a few seconds not saying a word.

"I'm sorry", he said quietly as she saw his eyes well up. It was sincere. What he had discovered and what he had done, had hurt him but losing her had broken him. She saw it, she felt it.

She took her hand and placed two fingers on his lips to quiet him. He searched her eyes. They were not those of someone who was angry. They were soft and loving. He understood in that one action on her part that she had forgiven him but that it was too soon to talk about it. He could and would honor that. It also gave him the strength he needed. He took her in his arms and buried his head in her hair, as she laid her head down on his chest.

"I love you. Don't ever leave me again", he whispered in her ear.

"I love you too". She pulled back and while they were still in their embrace, she put her hand on his face and leaned in to kiss him. He kissed her back passionately and pulled her in tighter against him as their tongues met. The world disappeared, their worries, their insecurities, their anger, all of it simply disappeared to only let the most essential emotion take the lead, love!

"Let's go home", he said as they parted.

Emma nodded. She was with him, she was already home.

John looked at Felicity. "Where were you? You've been gone for hours".

"Nowhere in particular, just running errands".

He looked at her. "Felicity…."?

She closed her eyes… He was getting to know her too well. "Fine.. I went to see Emma"!

"You what? You said you didn't know where she was. Still yesterday you looked Oliver straight in the eyes and told him you didn't know"!

"I know".

"Where is she"?

"It doesn't matter".

"Yes, it does. You've got to tell Oliver".

"No, I don't".

John sat down next to her. "I understand that you feel really guilty about keeping a secret from Emma and that she is your best friend and you feel like you betrayed her, but keeping secrets is what got us to this point, I think keeping this from Oliver is going to back fire on you".

"It won't. Emma is with him right now at QC".

John looked at her in a surprised way. "Emma is back in Starling City and with Oliver as we speak"?

Felicity nodded. "And if my instincts are right, they will be fine".

He took her face in his hands and smiled. "Let's hope so… my instinct tells me there is more to this story. What are you hiding"?

"You'll find out when the timing is right". She pretended to take a key and lock her lips with it.

"I don't know what to do. He won't talk to me. He's just so angry right now".

"Moira, you need to stop worrying about him. He'll get over this. Besides, it's better now rather than later. In all honesty, they hadn't known each other that long".

Moira sighed. "I guess you're right Malcom". Malcom smiled as he looked at Moira. "If you'd like, I can try to find her and make sure she stays away from him. I can be very persuasive".

"I thought you liked her? Or at least she intrigued you"?

"She still does. I know you are worried about her going after Oliver's money and I can help you with that".

Moira paced the floor. "But how? They never signed a prenuptial agreement. She's entitled to half of his assets and who knows what else".

"I'll make her an offer she can't refuse".

"I'm not letting you give her one cent of your money. Oliver got himself into this mess".

"Moira, this is a family affair and we are the closest thing there is to family. I will handle this, but on one single condition".

"What"?

"I do this my way. No judging and you will back me up no matter what I do or what people say".

Moira simply nodded.

"Ok then, I'll see you tomorrow night at Tommy and Laurel's engagement party. Goodnight Moira".

Oliver and Emma woke up the following morning naked and in tangled sheets. He prompted himself on his elbow and looked at her. He knew it was bad timing but it needed to be discussed.

"We need to talk".

She nodded. "I know we do".

"I know why you left but why did you come back"?

"I was so hurt and angry that I couldn't think straight or see past anything else but that. But when I was able to put those emotions aside, I realized that none of what happened was your fault. I'm not going to lose you, give up on us or let your fathers' sins come between us".

"I don't deserve you".

"Yes, you do".

He kissed her.

"We've got a problem though".

She knew what he meant. "Malcom".

He nodded. "I don't know which one he's out to hurt, but him tipping you off like he did, I have the feeling he got what he wanted".

"Maybe, but babe, we win. I love you, I'm home and I'm not going to ever leave you again. And right now, nothing would please me more than to shove it in his face"!

Oliver's eyes sparkled. He liked how she was thinking. "And I know just where and when".

Emma looked at him in a determined way.

"Tonight, is Tommy and Laurel's engagement party. I think an impromptu visit on your behalf by my side, more in love than ever, tighter than ever, would be perfect".

They got up and got dressed. As Emma finished dressing Oliver headed to make some tea.

Emma joined him in the kitchen with a package in her hand. It was wrapped in a green glossy paper.

"I know it's a bit late, but I didn't give you your Christmas present".

He took the package in his hand and looked at her.

"Unfortunately," she said, "it's not exchangeable or refundable, so I hope you like it".

He unwrapped the box and put it down on the kitchen table so he could remove the top lid.

Inside where three arrows. One long, one medium and one short.

He looked at her puzzled. He knew those arrows because they were his. "You're offering me three of my own arrows"?

Emma knew he would have recognized the arrows that she had taken at the lair prior to Felicity dropping her off at QC. She smiled shyly, nervously, knowing that this was the moment she feared the most in the past 3 weeks.

"Look at the arrow head of the little one. I've made some changes to it".

Oliver took it in his hand and brought it closer to his face to analyze what she had done to it. He noticed there was writing on it and read it out loud. "Baby Queen due August 2017".

He blinked a couple of times as he read again what was written in his mind. He then turned to her as he put the arrow down.

"We're having a baby"?

She nodded, still hesitating on whether to smile or cry. "I know we never talked about it and I know it wasn't planned".

He walked over to her. "We're having a baby"?

"Yes. We're having a baby".

A tear rolled down his cheek. "I'm going to be a father".

He took her into his arms. "I love you so much. This is the most beautiful present you could ever give me"!

She cried out of relief and happiness as he kissed her repeatedly. "I love you Emma"!

He lifted her off of her feet and took her in his arms and led her back to the bedroom where they made love again.