A/N: SO this is the FINAL chapter, I will be writing a short epilogue which I'll hopefully have up in a day or two, I want to thank everyone for their support it has been amazing! so thank you and I hope you enjoy :)... I hope I did the film, Arrow and Olicity justice...

2 weeks later

Felicity was sat typing at her computer when there was a slight tap on her door.

"Come in." She called.

"Hey." Sara and Lyla said walking in, Lyla looked exhausted.

"How are you holding up?" Felicity asked her.

"Fine starting to get ready for this little guy to come out." She laughed running her hand over her bump.

"Well not long now right?"

"A week."

"Wow! Really not long. So did you guys want anything?" She said stretching her arms and fingers above her head.

"We wanted to see how you were."

"How I am?" She asked frowning slightly. She hadn't told them about what had happened at Oliver's, she didn't have to as Sara tried to joke with her in the days that followed and they could see her holding back the tears. Since then he wasn't mentioned, he wasn't brought up in any conversation, she wasn't forced on anymore dates and in all honesty she found right now she didn't want to.

They stared at her as she tilted her head. Her phone started buzzing she glanced to see Oliver's name on screen, she didn't even hesitate or flinch as she sent him straight to voicemail. When he had called her several days after the party she ignored him, she struggled with herself wanting to hear what he had to say but she left it to ring. When he sent her flowers to the office, to her home she felt a pang of guilt before his face his anger that night cane rushing back and she threw them away. Now 2 weeks later, she didn't hesitate in ignoring his almost daily calls, the voicemail messages all going unread. Lylas cough brought her out her mind.

"With that, him..." Lyla added tilting her head to Felicitys now silent phone.

"I'm fine." She answered a little too quickly, gaining crossed arms and raised eyebrows from the pair.

"Yes cause' he hasn't constantly been trying to contact you..."

"Well, that's on him not me." She turned her attention back to her computer, typing quickly once more, ignoring the pain she thought had passed, ignoring the eyes of her friends she could feel boring into her head.

"We don't know what exactly happened; we don't need to either..." Lyla added.

"He's a damn fool for not jumping you whilst he had the chance." Sara jumped in. Felicity shook her head remember his face yet again.

"Well I don't think he cares."

"And I... I think he cares more than either of you realise." Lyla said softly. Felicity's fingers slowed as her sad eyes finally landed on hers.

"Well it didn't appear that way when I kissed him and he literally pushed me away." She whispered her head dropping.

"Oh Felicity I'm sorry." Sara said softly.

"I am too, but..." They both stared at Lyla. "A guy doesn't keep calling and sending stuff if he doesn't regret what he did..." With that Lyla stood up. "I'm not him, or you, but it seems to me the only way either of you is going to get anywhere is to actually talk." Felicity automatically shook her head; she never wanted to see Oliver again if she could help it. "At least hear him out, or listen to the voicemails..."

"You never know Felicity." Sara shrugged. "He definitely seems like a different guy from all those years ago, he spent a night with you and didn't sleep with you. He controlled himself and believe me Ollie can't do that... So maybe," she stood up then, "maybe he doesn't know how he feels either." Felicitys mouth fell open.

"I..." She shook her head.

"We just want you to be happy." Sara said standing beside Lyla.

"And I've never seen you as happy as you were when he was a part of your life." Lyla added. "It's your life Felicity, we can't tell you how to live it but no matter your choices, we'll be here."

"Thank you." Felicity said softly her brain so muddled.

"No problem." Lyla replied walking out the door.

"Plus we saw the article..." Sara shouted following Lyla and closing the door. Felicitys mouth fell agape and instantly went to her computer to find the article in question.

"Hi Felicity, it's Oliver... Just calling again and I mean you probably haven't got my other messages or you're just, you know, ignoring me." He glanced up to see Tommy shaking his head at him. "I errr I hadn't heard from you in awhile and I wanted... to see how you are?" Tommy sat in the booth opposite him and still shook his head. "So yes call me, it's Oliver." With that he ended the call.

"Damn..."

"I know." Oliver whispered not meeting his eyes.

"Dude I have never seen you this hung up about a girl."

"I know." He ran a hand down his face.

"Well at least you didn't sleep with her..." Oliver grimaced looking at him and Tommy's mouth fell open. "Oh my god you slept with her?!"

"No! I mean... We didn't, not..." He sighed then.

"Jesus Ollie, come on man!" Oliver sat a little straighter.

"I'm fine." He brushed it off.

"You've spent the last 2 weeks mopping, Diggles hardly speaking to you, and even he thinks you look... like you're missing something. You've sent her flowers; you have rang her constantly and... We're all worried, everyone's noticed man." Oliver picked up the spoon from the table looking at his upside down reflection in it. His stubble had grown thicker, he had black circles under his eyes, he looked pale and he really didn't care.

"I'm fin-"

"Don't you dare say you're fine!" Tommy spat out. "I brought you here to buy you breakfast because I don't even know when the last time you ate or slept was... You're working yourself into the ground."

"I know." He finally said glancing up. "I messed it up like I always do." He grumbled.

"What happened to the guy I knew, the one who said that he didn't hurt girls, he didn't get involved?"

"He's alone."

"Where's this coming from?" Tommy asked tilting his head.

"Her."

"She said that?" Tommy asked in disbelief.

"Yep, and she's right. I might not get hurt by having one night stands, by having nothing permanent but I don't fall in love that way either." Tommys mouth fell open.

"You love Laurel right?"

"What? I mean... I..."

"You know I'm right." Tommy sighed.

"Yes I do but it's complicated."

"But it's worth it isn't it?" Tommy stared off into the distance his eyes glazing slightly.

"Yes... Seeing her face light up after having a bad day and I made her smile, comforting her, holding her... Just being with her... Yes it's all worth it."

"But Felicity she's worth so much more than me."

"Wait? You don't think you're good enough?" Tommy asked.

"Look at me Tommy; she doesn't deserve a guy who has zero past with commitment, who had a substance problem... Who will more than likely mess things up..."

"Oll-"

"No she deserves a guy who can give her the future she deserves. A guy who she can wake up in the arms of, who appreciates the smell of her shampoo as he holds her tighter. A guy who'll support her, who'll let her be the independent woman she needs to be but knows when she needs to be taken care of... She needs a guy to be her equal... She needs a partner, someone who can make her smile with just the touch of a hand, make her laugh and notice the way she scrunches her nose, how when she's really eager or flustered she babbles, or when she's being serious she can't look you in the eye..."

"Oliver it sounds like-" The waitress sliding their plates in front of them stopped their conversation.

"Anything else I can get you boys?"

"No thank you." Tommy replied and she scurried off. He glanced at Oliver who was merely poking the food with his fork. "Oliver I think, maybe you deserve her more than you-"

"Tommy please." He looked up at him then, and never had Tommy seen him look so vulnerable yet guarded. "Can we just drop it?" Tommy nodded tucking into his food.

Felicity couldn't bring herself to open the article, instead she busied herself with work, avoiding every single thought of it. She kept finding herself hovering on the Starling Star website, it was open in her tabs teasing her, but she couldn't bring herself to open it.

Several hours later, the frustration of a project gone wrong she found her curser on the website, and she was just about to open it when her phone rang. She thought it would be Oliver yet again, but to her surprise it was an unknown number. Hesitantly she answered the call.

"Hello." An unknown male voice said.

"Hello?"

"Felicity Smoak?"

"Yes this is she."

"It's Ray."

"Ray?"

"Ray Palmer, Oliver's friend."

"Oh Ray! So you do I exist?" She teased.

"Yes, Yes I do! I mean Oliver told me Thursday but he meant Tuesday, always so unorganised that man." He chuckled down the phone and on instinct she laughed, forcing the chuckle out of her. The Oliver she knew was that unorganised was he? "Anyway since Oliver messed this up last time I thought I'd best deal with things myself."

"Oh right and?"

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?" She took a deep breath her eyes landing on the computer screen. She was thinking about Oliver, why did he matter? He'd made it perfectly clear what he thought.

"When?" She asked.

"How about tonight? I'm flying in later for business so... Tonight?"

"Wait you're flying in?"

"Ah yes... I own a helicopter..."

"How the hell do you own a helicopter?"

"Because I bought one, it makes travelling to business meetings a lot less tedious." She could hear him let out a soft laugh.

"Wait... Oh my god you're Ray Palmer... As in Ray Palmer of Palmer technologies? You're that Ray! The one who is making leaping advances in technology?"

"One and only." He replied. "And I'm presuming you are the Felicity Smoak who Queen Consolidated has a lot of its business to be thankful for." She felt the blush creeping upon her.

"Well I mean... I enjoy my job."

"So do I." He replied instantly. "So tonight, I'll pick you up at 7?"

"That sounds fine."

"Where are we going?"

"I know a pretty nice restaurant, so dress to impress." She shook her head. "Well see you tonight Felicity."

"See you tonight Ray." She hung up placing her phone down. Abruptly she deleted the tab for the article, not even giving it a second glance. She didn't need to see it, she didn't need to. She had other things to worry about.

It was late afternoon, the restaurant as busy as usual as Oliver manned the bar. He watched as couples ate together, laughing and joking, as aged couples gazed into the others eyes, as first dates nervously chatted. He was serving the singles that preferred to sit closest to the bar when Diggle stood beside him.

"John." Oliver said. He knew Diggle was unhappy with him, knew he would break his neck if he hadn't been so invested in the business.

"Oliver." John replied grabbing himself a soda from the fridge. "So breakfast with Tommy..." Oliver turned to look at him then.

"You mean the breakfast that turned into 20 questions and "you look like hell" speech?" He said crossing his arms over his chest. Anyone else would be intimidated when Oliver did that but not John Diggle he was a force all of his own.

"Well its true man you do look like hell."

"And I deserve it." Oliver turned back to the customers, taking their orders and Diggle naturally fell in sync beside him as they served in tandem.

"You know when I heard that you'd hurt her... I thought you'd had sex with her, that she was just another conquest on that long list of yours." He sighed then. "But you look more like a man who slept with a woman, and I mean no funny business just held her and something changed..." Olivers eyes went wide. Diggle gestured for the other barman to take over and they headed to the office.

"Dig..."

"No listen, you genuinely look like a guy who realised he'd rather lie in bed holding that woman than have sex with any other." Oliver dropped into his chair his head resting on the back of it.

"She was ill and she was crying, she just wanted someone to hold her... To comfort her and I... I couldn't say no." Oliver whispered closing his eyes, his hands covering his face.

"So Merlyn was right? You do have feelings for her."

"I didn't know... Not until after." His arm went up. "But I don't deserve her Dig."

"What?" He heard his voice rising. Oliver sat up straighter.

"What sort of future and life can I offer her? I can't ever keep up with her intellect, my track record with commitment is pretty much self explanatory and I'm an addict... I could relapse." His voice dropped then. "I could... destroy her and I don't want that, I want her to have an uncomplicated future... sith someone better than me." Diggle stared into his eyes, noting his expression the clarity of his feelings written plain as day on his face but also the fear.

"Listen to me Oliver... And listen to me good."

"Dig-"

"No okay? I have watched you turn your whole life around, watched you hit hurdles and never falter... You just kept going. And yet here you are telling me the reason Felicity deserves someone better, but maybe you are that. I mean look at your life now, you aren't that reckless teenager anymore Oliver and you most certainly aren't that drug addict. Have you even thought about using again?"

"No..." He said it slowly.

"Even though you're clearly going through hell?"

"No because... I couldn't do that to her. I couldn't let her think it was her fault... And she would you know." Diggle smiled softly.

"She's like a baby sister Oliver and you a brother. And I know I warned her off of you."

"Rightly so."

"But I've seen the man you've become around her, the man I've always seen, the man who cares so deeply and selflessly for others, the guy who gave up on love but had his heart opened."

"Diggle..."

"No man, she... She brought that light out of you, the one that shines, well when you were with her it used to shine so brightly."

"I just... I hurt her Diggle and she isn't answering my calls, she'll never forgive me after everything with her dad... I pushed her away and just because you think these things doesn't mean she does."

"All you can do is try Oliver-" Diggles phone ringing stopped them dead in their tracks; he quickly pulled it out and answered. "Hey, what? Are you okay? Are you sure? No I'll be right there, yes I'm on my way, no Oliver will understand right bye, and I love you."

"Everything okay?"

"Lylas having contracts, but they think it's just Braxton hicks..."

"Go." Oliver said with a smile.

"Are you sure?" He nodded enthusiastically.

"You're child is more important, go and keep me informed."

"Of course." He bolted out the room with a smile before he rushed back in throwing a copy of the Starling Star across the desk.

"Huh?"

"Give it a read when you have time." He nodded as Diggle once more ran out. He unfolded the paper in front of him just about to turn the page when a loud smashing sound and grunts could be heard. He grabbed the paper folding it under his arm before he rushed out to the bar.

Oliver had been rushed off his feet since Diggle left; he'd had to call in extra staff just to keep up with the sudden interest in his business. It was later in the night when he noticed Laurel perched on a stool by the bar.

"Guys I'm having a break you can handle it." He said as he left the kitchen where he'd been cooking after the chef called in sick. He headed over to Laurel sitting beside her as she nursed a white wine.

"Hello Oliver, I see you've done really well for yourself." She gestured around the room.

"Thanks, what are you doing here?"

"It's been a long day, and I agreed to meet Tommy here."

"Oh you did." Oliver said leaning against the bar surveying the entire place.

"So where is he?""I'm not 100% sure."

"Ah probably something business related came up."

"Maybe..." She shook her head before she turned to look at him. "I mean business always comes first right." She sighed.

"Not always and especially not with Tommy."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Some things in Tommy's life are more important than business and well you're one of them." She laughed.

"I doubt that very much Ollie."

"You really have no idea do you?"

"No idea about what?"

"About him and you..." She blushed.

"Tommy and I are just friends." Oliver shook his head.

"Ah yes friends."

"Talking of which I guess Felicity really is something else isn't she?" Oliver frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'm guessing she's the one who brought all the business in here today." He sat even straighter.

"I literally have no idea what you are talking about Laurel."

"Oh Oliver please." She said gently slapping his arm. He stared at her with a confused look on his face. "You really don't know do you?"

"No!" He said spinning to face her.

"The article in the Starling Star?"

"Wait..." He jumped from the stool rushing around the bar to grab the newspaper Diggle had thrown at him earlier. He pulled it open across the bar where Laurel sat; he opened it to the second page, stopping short seeing a picture of Felicity smiling in work attire sat in a chair. He glanced at the article then at Laurel.

"See what I mean?" She said waving around. "She spends most of the time talking about you and this business..."

"I had no idea she did this." He said blinking.

"I think my favourite part is there..." She leant over pointing to a particular paragraph.

I: So you've made it pretty clear you two are friends, you've told us all about his business but do you not know about his past? Have you not seen the pictures?
F: I don't need to.
I: And why is that?
F: Because Oliver has told me about the past, about how he felt, what he regretted and he does regret things. I don't need to see pictures, I don't need to know every little thing about his past because... Well... It's Oliver, the man now, not Ollie the immature playboy, which I know. He's the man that spent an entire day with me to make sure I wasn't ill, who took me out for a picnic, which by the way he cooked. Cause yep Oliver is one hell of a cook. Anyway yes... I don't care about Oliver's past mistakes, yes they were bad, and he feels guilty, and yes they helped make him into the man he is today. But it's the man today who I... I care about, who I believe in...
I: Are you sure you're only friends? *Felicity laughs*
F: Oh yes totally platonic, platonic as we can be... But I'm not his way back into the company, as far as I'm aware Thea (his sister) wants to head the company, not that Oliver isn't capable, clearly from running his own business he is but Thea and Oliver's passions are different. Hers is for the business, for carving her own position in the family company whereas Oliver's is for food, for making his own money. Verdant is so under rated, he's made a fantastic life out of nothing and the man he is, the man he's become... Well that's the kind of man I could fall for, I don't mean Oliver himself! Oh my god, stop me! *interviewer laughs* Sorry I ramble but no Oliver's a good guy, one of the best I know and he doesn't need a way into the company he's happy as he is.

Oliver blinked looking up at Laurel.

"You don't seem so happy anymore Ollie."

"I... I pushed her away." He blinked again rereading.

"Well maybe you ought to go fight for her."

"But I'm not... She deserves better." He whispered.

"Really? That's what you think?"

"Laurel look how I treated you..."

"Stop right there... Look, we weren't right for each other, we were young and naive, and just too comfortable to change things. But look at what she said, she believes in the man you are now, she cares about the man you are now and you're someone she could fall for... FYI that means she's probably already fallen." Oliver's mouth fell open.

"I... I don't know what to do."

"So you aren't denying you actually feel something?"

"Laurel..." He pleaded letting his head drop.

"Tell her how you feel, talk to her... Be completely honest, you seem to be good at that with her."

"But what if-"

"Stop, Oliver this life is filled with what ifs, every choice, every day so just take the leap and do what makes you happy for once." Oliver smiled then as he glanced to see Tommy heading towards them a massive spray of flowers in hand.

"I think maybe you need to take your own advice." He nodded his head in Tommys direction and her gaze followed, a beaming smile spread across both their faces as they he walked closer.

"You look gorgeous Laurel." He leant in kissing her on the cheek and she blushed.

"I'm just wearing a work suit."

"You could wear a bin liner and you'd still be the most beautiful woman to me." Her mouth fell open, as she glanced up at Oliver. He smiled mouthing I told you.

"Excuse me guys I have... I have somewhere I need to be."

Oliver stood nervously at the door, he'd tried calling her several times on his way over to hers but there was no answer. So here he was stood outside her door mustering the courage to knock. With an unsteady breath he knocked hard, he heard voices and then a groan before the door opened revealing Roy.

"Oliver?!" He sound a little bewildered. "What are you doing here?"

"I am... Is she in?"

"Errrmmmm I don't know what you want, but I... Errrr." He opened the door to reveal Thea sat on the sofa glaring at him.

"Ollie! God damn it I'm a grown woman! How did you even know about Roy?"

"I didn't... I wasn't even..." He stared between the two. "You're seeing Felicitys brother?" She groaned then shaking her head.

"No, I... We just met." Roy said rubbing a hand at the back of his neck.

"Yes which was actually going well till you showed up!"

"I wasn't here because of you."

"You weren't?" Thea frowned.

"I wanted to talk to Felicity... I... I wanted to apologise." Thea's eyes widened as she smiled.

"She isn't in man." Roy said.

"Where is she Roy? I need to talk to her... desperately."

"Geez I'm sorry, she's on a date."

"Oh." Oliver said his heart beating wildly in his chest. "Oh I see." He couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of disappointment lay heavy on his chest. The thought of another man getting to know her intimately hurt him more than he had ever known it would. He could see Thea frowning, rising up to, he presumed, console him but he didn't want that. He took a step back.

"I should be going..."

"Ollie."

"No it's okay, I messed up." They stayed in silent as he left the room closing the door behind him. He stood there completely and utterly lost, when his phone rang in his pocket.

Felicity was sat awkwardly in Rays town car, their date hadn't been the most disastrous she'd ever had but Felicity was feeling disappointed. He was a nice enough guy; he was completely besotted with her. He knew all about doctor who, had one of the highest IQs she'd ever known (other than herself of course), he loved his job knew all about the tech she did, he was practically a Disney prince with his charm, and the whole tall dark and handsome thing. But something wasn't right, something felt like it was missing.

Most of the night felt like he was trying to persuade her to join his company, offering her a vice president position because a talent like hers should be appreciated in a new and upcoming company rather than an old one that would drag her down.
She had frowned at that telling him it was about improving what she had, about being the best at the job she had and that QC had the charm and appeal she loved. She had then declined his offer and the date took a nose dive from there. She rambled and so did he, she spilt wine down his very expensive suit and had been sick on the helicopter ride he had insisted on after.

Now here she was sitting beside him in silence, her phone in hand ignoring all Oliver's calls.

"Thank you for this evening, Ray." Felicity finally spoke.

"My pleasure, I'm sorry about the helicopter ride." He grimaced.

"I'm sorry about the suit." She gestured to him. He smiled.

"It's fine, nothing a good cleaner can't get out." She nodded sadly, Oliver's name once more onscreen. She grumbled ending the call. "I notice Oliver seems to be quite insistent in calling you." She stared up at him wide eyed.

"You were looking at my phone?"

"Just your screen, it's a little hard to miss with the constant ringing."

"I... He's... He's just... He's nothing."

"Well clearly he's more than nothing Felicity." She didn't look at him as she felt herself starting to get annoyed. Her phoning ringing caused them both to look down this time Diggles name on screen. She answered without hesitation.

"Diggle? OH MY GOD! Congratulations! Yes I'll come right now... Yep okay bye!"

"Everything okay?"

"Is it possible you could take me to the hospital?"

"Yes of course..."

"My friends had their baby!"

"Oh wow!"

"Yes, so yes I need to go see the bundle of joy!"

"Of course, we're not actually that far."

"Thank you, Ray." She smiled softly, staring into his eyes and her mind wondering to Oliver. Damn it! She couldn't even have a normal date without thinking about him.

Oliver rushed to the hospital after getting Diggles call he couldn't help himself. He needed to remind himself he wasn't truly alone, and to get his mind off Felicity. He was not expecting to walk into the Diggles hospital room to find Felicity there holding their new born baby in her arms. His heart hammered in his chest as the only thought rushing through his mind was how much he wanted that. For the first time in his entire life he wanted a future, a family, he wanted that commitment, wanted to prove to her and only her he could do this. Diggle and Lyla were watching him watch her, and she was completely oblivious to it all. Diggle walked over to Oliver clapping his hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks for coming man." Felicitys eyes snapped up to his then, the brilliant smile on her face faltering slightly as she looked nervously away.

"He's beautiful." Oliver said taking note of the blue blankets the baby was wrapped in.

"Thank you, it's amazing. He's only been here about an hour but it's like my whole universe has changed." Oliver glanced at Felicity again as she handed the baby back to Lyla.

"Congratulations man." Oliver said and the pair embraced in a manly hug.

"Thanks dude, come on hold him." Diggle pulled him forward scooping the baby up and placing him gently in Oliver's arms. Felicity was staring his leather jacket causing his muscles to bulge as he cradled Diggles son. She tilted her head, her mind completely lost in the moment of Oliver holding something so precious, the way he looked so at peace but so unsure, all she wanted was to wrap her arms around his but she couldn't, he didn't want that. She smiled shyly as he handed the baby back to Lyla.

"I... I should be going guys." She gestured to the door. "Congratulations, and well, I'll be back tomorrow once you've had some rest so... Yes bye." With that she practically ran from the room.

"Go after her." Lyla whispered.

"She had a date..."

"Can't have been much of one if she ended up here." Diggle added. "Go!" He said pushing his back.

Oliver caught up pretty quickly, jogging after her his hand slipping around her wrist stopping her in the hospital hallway.

"Felicity." She span around pulling from out his grasp.

"What do you want Oliver?"

"I went to your apartment."

"And?"

"I wanted to talk to you..."

"And say what Oliver?"

"Sorry."

"Is that all you wanted? Is that what this is about! Some sort of guilt?"

"No, I mean I feel guilty but... You deserve better than me Felicity."

"What I deserve is someone who isn't afraid to be happy with someone, to be with me."

"My past Felicity... It... It's not the best... And I was so scared of hurting you." She shook her head.

"Well you did hurt me."

"I know... But if we got together, and I became the guy I was back then... You don't deserve that." He whispered and she shook her head in disbelief. "But you... You wrote that article, you believe in me, you don't care about my past, you like, liked the man I am now and... You did that article for me?" She nodded, a sad smile appearing on her face.

"A wise person once told me that if a guy wants to be with you, he will make it happen no matter what."

"That's true." He whispered.

"But when I literally threw myself at you, you did not want to make it happen." He took a step closer to her, the gap between them diminishing.

"Here's the thing about that, I got so used to keeping myself at a safe distance from all these women and having the power, that I didn't know what it felt like when I actually fell for one of them." Her mouth fell open. "I was so scared of hurting you... I just I didn't know." He stepped even closer; a small smile appeared on her lips before disappearing with a shake of her head.

"Look I just went out with your friend Ray, he might be what I need right now. No drama, he calls, he does what he says-"

"But I can do that too."

"But you didn't!" Her neck stretched up to look into his eyes. "And that same wise person told me that I am the rule, that I have to stop thinking every guy will change, that I have to stop thinking that-" Suddenly his hands grabbed her cheeks as he lowered his lips to hers.

"Felicity." He whispered as their lips finally joined together. His hands never moved as their lips moved in sync so gently, both their hearts racing as her hands slipped to his wrists to steady herself. Slowly their lips pulled apart, lingering so close, just barely touching but sharing the same breath.

"I'm the exception." She finished with a smile. He pulled back staring into her beautiful blue eyes, his hands never leaving her face as he gently ran his thumbs over her cheek bones.

"You are my exception." He leant forward once more and she closed the gap this time. Her hands went between his arms wrapping around his neck as his dropped around her waist pulling her flush up against him, deepening the kiss right there in the hospital hall both finally giving into their feelings.

"Finally." Diggle whispered as he stood in the door way watching the pair before he turned back to Lyla who was smiling even brighter.