A/N: Hi guys! Happy Holidays and Metry Christmas! I have the much awaited chapter 5 all ready. I am positing from my phone, so please let my know if there are any typos/formatting issues. I will have a few more postings over the next few days.
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"This is exhausting," Felicity muttered as she tapped away at her computer with one hand.
Oliver made a sympathetic noise as he came up behind her and rubbed the base of her neck.
"On the bright side, the kids are down for nap time," Oliver said, brushing his lips over Felicity's neck, and thoroughly enjoying the soft moan that came put of her mouth.
"Oliver," Felicity's time tried for reprimanding, but it came out too breathy to be anything but a turn on, "I have work to do. Work for your company, and for your side job."
"It's our company. And it can wait," Oliver moved his mouth up to kiss her earlobe.
Felicity hummed, "No. I need to finish this before the Queen Energy Balls wake up."
Oliver's hands were working their way up the sides of his wife's body. He deftly avoided the almost-healed wound on her side from the accident.
"Five minutes," Oliver tried to bargain.
Felicity's eyebrow shot up, "Just five? You're slipping!"
Oliver pressed his face into Felicity's shoulder and laughed.
"I promise I'll be as long as you want me to be," Oliver kissed the side of Felicity's neck.
She wiggled away, "Oliver, I'm serious. Spending three days in the hospital really got me behind."
Oliver sighed, "Okay. I'm going to work out for a little bit," he kissed her cheek, "Call me if you need me?"
"Will do," Felicity smiled.
As Oliver walked out of Felicity's office he saw a bouquet of flowers on the hall table, "Hey, where are these from?"
Felicity turned in her chair, "Oh, the flowers are from Laurel Lance. They're for you."
"Me?" Oliver's eyebrows shot up.
"Mmm, the card said, and I quote, 'Ollie, I was devastated to hear about your accident. Call me if you need anything. Love Laurel."
Oliver laughed, "She's ridiculous."
Felicity rolled her eyes and went back to typing, "She's kind of pathetic."
She paused,"Oh god. That sounded horrible. And you two used to date. And I sound like a petty wife, I don't want to sound like a petty wife!"
"Felicity! It's okay. Laurel and I haven't been on good terms in a long time. It is a little weird that she sent flowers to just me," Oliver shook his head and left the room.
Felicity couldn't help the small smile that appeared on her face.
Oliver was down in their basement, hitting a punching bag as hard as he could, when Diggle found him.
"I.." punch "don't..." punch "want..." punch "to..." punch "talk..." punch.
Diggle leaned against the wall as Oliver threw punches, "I wasn't gonna say anything."
Oliver glared at his friend, "You have a look on your face."
"I'm just wondering why you're down here beating the shit out if that punching bag, and not upstairs with your wife,"
Oliver blew out a breath and leaned against the punching bag, pushing his hands through his sweaty hair, "It's just..."
"She hasn't said anything?" John supplied when he realized that Oliver wasn't going to finish his sentence.
Oliver nodded, "We've been home for almost a week and she still hasn't said a word. Every time I try to bring it up, she changes the topic. It's getting damn frustrating, Digg."
"I don't know how to help, Oliver," John said, feeling terrible.
Oliver shook his head, "I don't know how to help either."
John frowned, "Maybe she really is okay? Maybe there's nothing to talk about?"
Oliver raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Do you really think that?"
Diggle sighed, "No. But I think I know Felicity. She's learned how to protect her feelings-"
"Even from me?" Oliver asked.
"In the early days? Especially from you. She put up with a lot of your shit, and didn't tell anyone,"
Oliver wiped his face, suddenly very tired, "How do u help her if she doesn't talk to me?"
"Just try being there. Stop bringing it up, and maybe she will," Diggle clapped a hand on Oliver's shoulder, "Now head back to your family."
Oliver unwrapped the tape from his knuckles, "I hope you're right, Dig. I hope you're right."
When Oliver couldn't find Felicity on the first floor of the house, he made his way up to the second floor, thinking one of the kids had woken up.
A look into Bea's room proved him wrong.
Oliver couldn't help the contented smile that spread on his face as he watched his two kids sleep.
Bea, her wispy blonde hair pulled into pigtails on the top of her head, had her arm wrapped around three or four Disney Princess Barbies and one stray plastic shoe attached to her foot.
Theo was splayed spread eagle in the corner of Bea's crib, one hand clutching a Star Wars blankie, and a pacifier dangling out if his mouth. Oliver gently fixed the pacifier and smiled at the soft grunt his son let out.
"Sleep tight, guys," Oliver whispered, shutting the door slightly behind him.
Oliver stood in the hallway for a minute, trying to see if he could hear Felicity.
There was some noise coming from their bedroom, but Oliver couldn't tell exactly what it was.
"Felicity?" he opened the wood door softly and poked his head inside.
"Oh, Oliver! Um, do you need something?" Felicity's voice was filled with an uncharacteristic waver.
Oliver stepped into the room, and shut the door behind him. Felicity was sitting on the bed folding laundry. But Oliver was distracted by the tears dripping down Felicity's cheeks.
"Hey, hey," Oliver was sitting at Felicity's side in less than a second, "what's wrong?"
He rubbed a hand up and her back, waiting.
"It's nothing, really. I'm fine. I promise," Felicity managed a thoroughly unconvincing smile before bursting into body shaking sobs and burying her face into Oliver's chest.
"Whoa!" Oliver exclaimed, putting one hand against the back of her neck and pulling her close.
Felicity sobbed into Oliver's chest for ten minutes, all while Oliver rubbed her back and wondered what had caused the sudden change.
"I lied..." Felicity wailed, "I'm not fine." She hiccuped a few times and gratefully accepted the tissues Oliver handed to her.
"It's okay, it's okay," Oliver brushed a few stray pieces of hair away from Felicity's face and swiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs.
"But...it's not okay!" Felicity sniffled, "Look at this!"
She brandished one of Theo's old onsies, a green one that said 'My daddy's a great shot' -meant to refer to a man that hunted, but Felicity had loved that it would be a secret joke between a select few people.
"Babe, what's Theo's old onsie have to do with anything?" Oliver reached out and snagged the cloth between his fingers.
"I'll never get to buy another one of these! We're never going to have another baby, Oliver!" Felicity sighed, clutching a small pair of sneakers in her fist.
"I thought you were okay with this?" Oliver said, his hand still tracing circles on his wife's back.
Felicity rested her head on Oliver's shoulder, "I was. Or at least I thought I was."
Oliver remained quiet, sensing that Felicity had more to say. He ran his thumb over the soft fabric of the onesie as she talked.
"I really didn't think I wanted another baby, but," she waved her hand at the baby clothes spread around her, "I guess I was wrong."
She hung her head, and Oliver lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.
"I don't think the news actually registered with you when it happened," he said gently.
Felicity sighed, "Maybe you're right."
Oliver winked, "I'm always right."
Felicity managed a small smile, and said, "In your dreams, Oliver," as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
"We'll get through this, I promise," Oliver said, planting a kiss on his wife.
Felicity nodded, "I know. I just wish we didn't have to."
