The morning came and Felicity could hear Oliver in the nursery with Lucy. He was softly singing something to her. She smiled to herself. She didn't know he sang. So, she took the time to get dressed. It was later than she thought, but not by much. She figured that Oliver had probably tried to keep quiet and keep Lucy quiet for as long as possible in order to let her sleep a bit.

Felicity had put on a pair of jeans, a button up short sleeve light blue blouse, and a pair of flats in preparation for working on their little house. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had on minimal makeup and her glasses.

She headed across the hall and then stopped in the doorway when she realized that Oliver wasn't alone. Felicity hadn't expected someone else to be in there. It had been so quiet except from Oliver's singing here and there. Oliver was sitting in the rocker with Lucy while Dinah Lance stood by and just watched Lucy. She was about to just back out quietly when she was spotted.

"You can come in," Oliver said softly with a small smile. "She's not sleeping…she's just content."

"She's beautiful," Dinah commented like the proudest grandmother in the world.

Felicity smiled. "She really is." Slowly, she entered and just hoped that it wouldn't get more awkward. She really had no idea what Dinah had been told by anyone. Felicity was really trying to find her place between everyone else. She knew what Oliver thought, but maybe it was just different because it would feel different when they moved out of the mansion and into the small house.

"How did you sleep?" Oliver asked.

She walked towards him and knelt down on the other side of the rocker, opposite Dinah, and watched Lucy. "I think that might have been the most I've really slept in a while…" To her surprise, Oliver leaned over and kissed the side of her head right in front of Dinah. She really wasn't sure how to react.

"When they're this small, it's always hard to get enough sleep," Dinah spoke up. "But I promise it gets better…"

Felicity looked up at her. "I don't mind it at all. I am just always so in love with her and so happy to have the time with her."

"I'm understanding that," Oliver piped up.

They were all quiet and just watching Lucy for a while, but Oliver's phone buzzing in his pocket broke it. Oliver pulled it out of his pocket with some maneuvering and with a look of frustration. He let out a sigh. "My mother is wondering if we're going to join her for breakfast," he said aloud.

"This place is a bit larger than where my kids grew up…I guess it's harder to just yell from the kitchen," Dinah said. "Or the dining room…"

Felicity smiled at Dinah's comment. She really wasn't sure exactly how things worked in the Queen Mansion as far as the kitchen and meals went. Felicity always figured that Moira didn't even know where the kitchen was and staff (it sounded better than servant or 'the help') made all the meals and delivered them to the dining room.

"We probably shouldn't keep her waiting…" Oliver said.

"I should go then, I just wanted to see our little angel as much as I can before I have to go home," Dinah spoke up.

"No, no…stay," Oliver said. "Come to breakfast… It's nothing special… Please… It would be nice to have company."

"Please," Felicity echoed. She'd be happy to have someone else there so that Moira didn't focus on her in any way. Or at least that's what she was hoping for. She got to her feet and watched Dinah for a response. Please, she thought. It would be nice for someone else to be in the house. Her hope was that Moira would just focus on Dinah and let her eat in peace.

"As long as your mother won't mind," Dinah gave in easily with a smile.

"Good," Oliver said as he got up with Lucy in his arms. "She won't."

. . .

"So, Dinah… What are your plans?"

"My main plan is to spend as much time with my granddaughter as possible before I have to leave," Dinah responded.

Felicity had been thankful that so far Moira Queen had only been interested in talking to Dinah Lance. It meant that she could eat in peace and not worry about any arguing between Oliver and Moira. Also, it meant that there wasn't some crazy scene in front of Dinah.

"Have you thought about moving back to Starling City?" Moira asked Dinah.

"This is all so sudden…so new…" Dinah said. "I really haven't made plans beyond spending time with Lucy… Life has changed so much these last several years…"

"I'm sure it must be difficult…"

"It is."

There was silence for a moment.

"It must be even more difficult with a stranger raising Lucy as if she were her mother," Moira said. Her tone was all too kind and casual about it. She darted her eyes briefly Felicity's way before back to Dinah.

"Mom," Oliver said quietly.

Felicity kept her head down and reached out to place a hand on Oliver's thigh. He was holding Lucy right now and she didn't think it was a good plan for him to get worked up when he was holding her. Lucy just didn't need to be involved in the middle of any shouting or fighting.

"Honestly," Dinah said. "I'm just glad that Lucy has Oliver and Felicity…that they love her…"

"We do," Felicity said quietly and quickly, her head raising and her eyes meeting Dinah without thinking.

"The officers said that Laurel wrote letters…to you, Oliver… I was hoping that you'd let me read them. Since they were addressed to you, they didn't feel right giving me copies," Dinah explained.

Felicity looked from Dinah to Oliver. She didn't know what all of the letters contained. She only knew exactly what the last one said because she'd been the one who wrote it for Laurel. She had a feeling that no matter who read the letters that knew her, would grieve for her loss all over again but then also feel closer to her.

"I—" Oliver started to say.

"Even if it's just one," Dinah practically begged.

"Oliver," she whispered as she stared at him. Felicity was sure that it was hard for him. He was trying so desperately on keeping his mindset on the present and the future, on Lucy and her. She knew that thinking about Laurel and feeling like he'd failed her was almost too much for him to bear at the moment.

"I—I just…I hadn't looked at them since the first time I read them," Oliver finally spoke up. "I don't know how much they might help you." He was honest and gentle as he spoke.

"Did they help you?" Dinah asked curiously.

"Yes," Oliver replied after a moment.

"I just want to have a piece of that time…"

Felicity knew that Dinah was trying to hold it together as much as she and Oliver were. They were all trying to keep their facades in place. Moira really just wasn't helping things. "Laurel was…amazing…and unbelievably determined and strong…up until the end," Felicity spoke up in a whisper. She smiled as she remembered Laurel. She'd cried her eyes out then, but there had been something so serene about her. "All she wanted…all she cared about…was Lucy…"

Dinah started to cry and Felicity hadn't meant to start an emotional wave at the breakfast table. "You know…Laurel talked about you Oliver, when you were both younger…about this life she thought about… It was never real to me. I never saw it like she always had it planned out… Maybe this is why…"

"Laurel would have made sure that Lucy has the world…" Oliver spoke up.

"I think she already did that."

"You're right."

And they were.

Lucy Queen would want for nothing. She'd be able to go to whatever schools she wanted and attend whatever extra curricular activities that her heart desired. She'd also be able to be spoiled just like a princess. Laurel had made sure that Oliver would get to Lucy and she'd done just that.

Oliver got up from his chair and handed Lucy off to Dinah. "I'm going to go get those letters."

"If I could just have copies…"

"It's okay," Oliver told her. "I had them when I needed them…"

"But you should have them…if not for you, then for Laurel…" Dinah insisted.

"The police department is going to release the originals," Felicity spoke up. "Once the investigation is wrapped up."

"Of course."

"But it would be nice…if you have photos of Laurel that you could e-mail… Or other things you think that Lucy might have… So she has things of Laurels…" Felicity suggested. "That way she'll be with Lucy always…"

"That's very thoughtful," Moira said.

Felicity turned her attention to Mrs. Queen suddenly with surprise. She really had tried to be invisible. What she'd said sounded like a compliment, but she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Felicity never got compliments from her unless they were coupled with something else that tended to make her feel horrible.

"I think it's a beautiful idea," Dinah spoke up.

"You know, Felicity…maybe you could help me make copies? Maybe I should have a copy, just in case," Oliver said.

"Of course," Felicity said all too quickly as she looked up at him. She knew that he was blatantly trying to save her from his mother and she was grateful for it. She got to her feet and approached Oliver. Felicity turned to Dinah and Moira. "He's useless when it comes to office equipment…"

"I break things by pushing the right buttons," Oliver said. He shrugged. "I think machines just hate me." He paused for a moment. "We'll be right back."

Neither Dinah or Moira argued. Moira just looked even more irritated than normal. Felicity wasn't surprised. She was sure that Moira knew what Oliver was doing. He was doing this for her. Moira really didn't seem to like Felicity at all. She didn't understand why. She really didn't. People normally liked her.

As soon as they were out of eyesight and earshot, Oliver pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"I'm okay," she replied in a whisper and pushed forward a smile. "I think we just have to accept facts. Your mother will probably never like me."

Oliver stared at her. "She's going to have to start accepting how things are…and you…or else she's going to have to live with there being distance between us…"

"Oliver, I don't want to divide your family."

"You're my family, Felicity," he told her as he stared at her. "Family is more than blood…"

Felicity smiled at him. "I can't lie, but I've thought about you and Diggle as my family for some time…"

"My mother isn't going to understand our relationship," Oliver told her. "I know that now. Not very many people are going to get it. They don't have to. Diggle will. But really, we're the only ones that really count when it comes to this relationship," Oliver told her. "Us…and Lucy…"

"I'm glad that Dinah is okay with me—"

"She was overjoyed to know that Lucy has been so well taken care of…and how lovely you are…" Oliver said. "I'm not surprised."

Felicity just smiled at him. She looked down and then up at him again. "We were going to go get the letters copied…"

"Right."

She smiled brighter.

. . .

TBC…