When the end of the day finally came, Oliver had never been so relieved in his life. As he stood to get ready to head back down to Felicity, his father stopped him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"The charity event tonight. Your mother is counting on you to be there, and I beg of you Oliver, not to disappoint her."

Sighing, he slightly rolls his eyes, this can't be happening. If he goes to the event tonight, that takes even more time away from being without Felicity, and not getting home.

"And you also don't want to disappoint Ms. Lance. Speaking of which, when are you going to put a ring on her finger?"

That statement stops him. His father has never asked him that question before. And now that he's thinking about it, this conversation never remotely happened between him and his father when he was
alive.

"What?" Scoffing he continues "Why would you ask me that? You've never cared before if I married Laurel, what's changed."

"You know I was you once Oliver, reckless and young. I'm just saying that you have found a good woman that will stand by your side no matter what, you should take advantage of that. Besides once you make it official it will be easier to take away the temptation."

"Temptation?"

"Please Oliver, I saw the way you were looking at the new girl today. Look I just don't want you to make a mistake that you will regret for the rest of your life."

"And what would that be?" he asks in full defense mode at this point.

"Letting little flings blind you from a woman that you could let slip through your fingers."

With the end of his statement, Robert is up out of his chair, with his jacket hanging loosely in his arms. Walking past his son, he heads to the door.

"Why do you like Laurel?"

At his son's blunt question, Robert stops in his tracks, and slowly turns around to meet his son's eyes.

"She's strong, and understands the world we live in."

"What does that even supposed to mean?"

"It means that she understands that the rich have a certain way of living that some girl from Vegas will never understand."

At the brusque dig at Felicity, his hands are in fists wanting to punch his father for insulting her.
"You don't know her. She's not just some Vegas girl."

"You can keep telling yourself that Oliver, but at the end of the day you can take the girl out of Vegas but you can never take Vegas out of the girl."

And with that, Robert turned on his heel and headed out of the office.

"Don't forget your mother wants us to be ready in two hours, so don't be late."

And he was gone. Leaving Oliver to feel a new kind of hatred towards his father he has never felt in all of his years.

When he finally gets down to her office, all of her stuff is gone except a note written in red ink.

"Hey, sorry got pulled away with Walter, but come by my old apartment tonight!

I love you,

Felicity

Grabbing the note, he carefully folds it and puts it in his breast pocket and makes his way out of the building.

After a long day, Felicity just wanted to fall asleep and wake up from this very bad dream. She supposes it's not the worst dream because Oliver is actually here though, so she has that going for her at
least.

When she arrived back at her old apartment after her talk with Walter, she was reminded just how lonely she was when she first arrived in Starling City.

After finding out that Oliver had a Charity event that he was attending with none other than THE Laurel Lance from Walter, Felicity felt a sense of insecurity creep into her heart. She's not sure why, because
Oliver chose her in the end, and she does not doubt his love for her. But things are different back here in 2007. Oliver was the playboy. The man who had a long time girlfriend, who he supposedly loved.

The clock struck from 6 to 7 to 8 when she finally heard a knock on her door. Going to the door she opens it without a thought of hesitancy. On the other side was a dashing looking man she is proud to
call her husband.

"Well hello Mr. Queen, it's been a while since I've seen you in a suit like that."

"Yeah" he says looking at her guilty. "I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner, believe me I wish I had. But I brought Thai, from your favorite place on 2nd street."

Crossing her arms, she glances at the food in his right hand. "The one with Khao Phad?"

"Extra Khao Phad."

"Alright, I guess you can come in, but don't think that some of my favorite Thai food is just going to make me forget that it took you four hours to come find me."

Setting the food down on the counter and going straight to the cupboard to grab two plates, he tries to explain his side of the story.

"I'm so sorry, my plan was to come here straight after work, but my dad stopped me and told me there was a charity event tonight that I had to go to."

Standing on the other side of the island, she responds with a simple,

"I know."

Turning around he starts to plate their food.

"You know?"

"Yeah Walter may have let it slip that the famous Queen's were hosting an event for the orphanage or something. And that you were taking Laurel as your date."

Hearing a tone in her voice that he hasn't heard in a very long time, he gently puts down the spoon and looks at her face. Her eyes are to the ground, avoiding his gaze. Walking around the island he gently
places his hands to her cheeks and slowly makes her meet his eyes.

"The only reason I went tonight is because we agreed that we couldn't change anything. Believe me when I tell you that I would have much rather been into the fifth episode of Doctor Who by now."

Knowing she's still not buying it he continues.

"Felicity you have my heart. You're my girl, and that is never going to change. Not now, not ever."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Taking a deep breath, she lets him kiss her and take away all of the bad thoughts that have been taunting her all night.

"Ok. You know as much as I love being in this position with you, our food getting cold."

"You are absolutely right, so why don't you go pick what we're watching tonight, and I will bring over our food."

"I like the sound of that" she says pecking his lips once more and then turns to go over to the tv.

After two servings of food and several scoops of mint chocolate chip, Felicity was splayed out on Oliver's lap. Her head was laying on his thighs, while he let his fingers comb through her hair
absentmindedly.

They were on the third act of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi , but Oliver wasn't really paying attention to the battle between Luke and The Emperor. All he could think about was what his father had said
about Felicity. He couldn't believe his father would be so against anyone for him, but especially Felicity. The best decision he would ever make.

Noticing the stress lines on his forehead, Felicity gently smooths them down with her fingers. That brings him back to the present.

"What's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, he just shakes his head.

"Oliver"

"It's nothing-"

"It's not nothing" she says sitting up. "What's going on? And before you try to deny it again, I will remind you that regardless whatever time we're in we are still married."

"I know" he says giving her a sincere smile. "Have I ever told you how happy I am that you're my wife."

"I think it's come up a few times."

"Well I am."

"Me too. I mean I'm happy to be your wife and happy to call you my husband."

Realizing what he's doing she closes her eyes shakes her head. "No. No don't do that. You are not getting out of this conversation, now tell me what is bothering you."

Sighing he finally lets it all out. "It's just something my dad said earlier. He asked me when I was going to propose to Laurel."

Giving him a quizzical look, she asks "Why would that be weird, I mean you two were in a good place right? I mean that is before two weeks from now."

"We are-were, but the thing is my dad never asked me that before, nor did he ever care about our relationship."

"Then why would ask you now?"

"I have a very good feeling it might have something to do with the very pretty blonde claiming to be nothing more than my platonic friend from Las Vegas."

"Ugh, sorry"

"Don't apologize, I am as much to blame as you are, because you forget that you're not the only one happy to see me."

"There's something else, what is it?"

Taking a moment, he contemplates whether to tell her what his father said, but he knows they made a vow on honesty, and that means everything to him.

"He said that you were just some Vegas girl that was nothing but a fling to me. And he didn't stop there he said that you can take the girl out of Vegas but you can't take Vegas out of the girl."

"Well he's not wrong about the latter, Vegas will always be a part of me. A bigger part that I care to share but regardless it's where I'm from."

"And I love that about you."

"Oliver, you know who I am, you've known for seven years. I mean if you didn't you wouldn't have married me."

Sharing a smile, she takes his cheek in her palm.

"When has anyone's opinion mattered to you? It's never mattered to me, in fact the only one that matters, is yours. So yeah, we've figured out the long awaited question, 'Would Robert Queen like me' and
the answer is no."

"Felicity-"

"And that's ok, because at the end of the day I have you and that is all that matters to me."

Nodding his head, they meet halfway.

"Shh, the best part's coming up." She says patting his chest and going back to the movie.