Oliver was still trying to figure out what was happening. Minutes ago, he had received a call from Felicity and his heart had nearly stopped when she demanded that he get over to the hospital immediately. Even though she didn't sound like she was weak or injured, his first instinct was to drop the arrowheads he was sharpening in their new foundry and get on his bike. He made it to the hospital in record time. Only when he saw her, still wearing the little fuchsia dress with that distracting cut-out at the decollete, waiting anxiously at the front lobby, did he realize that his fear and worry had made the ride seem longer than the five years he spent as a castaway — something he never thought was ever possible.

Felicity rushed over to him as he was dismounting and said just two words, "Come. Now." He didn't even have the chance to ask her what was the hurry before she slipped her hand into his and pulled him along. As he tagged behind her, looking at her purposefully weaving through countless corridors in the hospital wing, her heels clicking away on the linoleum flooring, only one thought crossed his mind: Felicity had been his beacon ever since he walked into the IT department at QC, her wit and her belief in him overshadowing anyone else in his life.

Felicity stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, taking Oliver by surprise. The sudden move put their faces inches apart, even closer than when he had tried to ask her out for dinner last week.

"Whoops!" Felicity exclaimed, embarrassed.

Oliver decided that he approved of the blush spreading through her cheeks.

"So, have you decided to tell me what's so urgent that we have to be here right now?"

Felicity nibbled at her lower lip and hesitated. "I know you are on the outs with Diggle now… but Lyla's in labour. I didn't want to tell you because I know how it is, with you and your pride. And Dig's too. But I know he would want you to be here…"

Felicity's admission made Oliver gazed at her in adoration. This was the woman who made everything right — even without consciously trying, she was succeeding. She was still babbling, like she always did when she was nervous. He liked that about her. He also liked how her blonde ponytail bobbed when she was talking.

"Thanks," Oliver said, leaning closer to Felicity.

Felicity's jaw dropped. "Really? I'd prepared a whole long lecture because I thought you'd be upset."

"Really. Thanks, Felicity. You're the best." Oliver cupped her face with one hand and pulled her closer by the small of her waist with the other.

"You're really not upset?" Felicity's voice was breathless. She felt lightheaded all of a sudden, and she reached out her hand to the crook of his arm and leaned forward unconsciously.

"No," Oliver insisted softly.

"I'm the best?" Felicity wasn't sure what she was talking about anymore.

"Yes. You're the best," Oliver repeated sincerely, before kissing the most compelling smile he had ever known.

A/N: I had too many feels after seeing THE Olicity (almost) Kiss and I had to get something down. I hope you enjoyed it!