Felicity opened the door to her house. Her body felt heavy, nearly dragging with exhaustion. Over the course of last few days she had been forced to sit through back to back meetings and spent a countless number of hours trying to work out the last few kinks in the latest piece of tech she and Curtis had been working on. Now, arriving at home, she was completely worn out. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed and spend a few hours cuddling with Oliver and Tommy, the couple's four month old son.

Felicity leaned heavily against the door as she closed it behind her. Taking a deep breath in, she fought back the tears of exhaustion that were stinging her eyes, threatening to fall. As she released the breath, she took a moment to relax in the peaceful silence that surrounded her and she closed her eyes.

Quiet.

Her eyes snapped open, suddenly alert. Quiet. The house that Felicity and Oliver shared, since getting married over a year before, was never quiet. Whether it was music playing softly in the background or a sports game on TV, there was always some kind of noise. Especially, since they had returned home from the hospital following the birth of their son. The rooms of their house were filled with the sound and babbles, which it seemed their son had unfortunately inherited from his mother, of their little boy.

Tommy was another reason that Felicity had been feeling so tired. He had never been a fussy baby, rarely crying, but over the last week, he had developed an ear infection. Which had led to many sleepless nights, full of tears and worry. She and Oliver took turns pacing the house, rocking their son, trying to get him to sleep.

In the years that Oliver and Felicity had been together, she had also learned that Oliver disliked quiet, it made him uncomfortable. She related it to his years away, on Lian Yu and the horrors that had come after, quiet meant danger. Since returning, Oliver needed background noise, something to remind himself that he wasn't still trapped in that hell.

A feeling of panic built in her stomach. She began searching the house, moving from room to room as she searched for any sign of her husband and son. She dug through her bag, pulling her phone out. There was no messages from Oliver, nothing to indicate that he had gone anywhere. So then, where was he?

"Oliver?" Felicity called, her voice seemed to echo eerily off of the walls of the seemingly empty house. She called his name again as she made her way up the stairs. She could feel the worry and panic growing in her body as her calls continued to go unanswered.

She walked past the open door to their master bedroom, doubling back when something on the bed caught her eye. She stopped in the doorway and released the breath that she had been holding. A soft smile came across her face as she leaned against the doorframe.

Oliver lay, shirtless, sprawled across the bed, sound asleep, as their son was draped over his arm, his small body curled against Oliver's chest. She raised her phone, still held tightly in her hand, and took a quick picture of her family, feeling the need to preserve the precious memory.

She loved watching Oliver sleep, it was rare to see him so still and relaxed. Even now, years later, the nightmares of what he had seen, what he had lived through, still haunted him. Nightmares that still caused him to wake in the middle of the night, heart pounding as he jerked out of bed, often waking Felicity, and being unable to fall back to sleep. Most days, he was up and out on a run before Felicity even woke from her restful sleep. And at night, he rarely fell asleep before Felicity, waiting for her if she had had a late night. It was rare that she caught Oliver sleeping, but she loved these moments.

The adrenalin from the fear that had been coursing through her body, quickly drained out as she realized her family was safe. The exhaustion that she had been feeling upon arriving at home, hit her again. She toed off her uncomfortable, though adorable, shoes, stretching out her toes as she tiptoed across the room and stopped at the edge of the bed. She reached behind her back and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She wiggled the material down her body until it pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her underwear. Feeling too tired to find pyjamas, she crawled onto the bed, curling her small body behind Oliver's large muscular one.

When she buried her nose between his shoulder blades, inhaling his familiar scent, she felt him stir. He raised his head, trying to look at her over his shoulder without disturbing the infant that lay, sleeping in his arms.

"'Licity?" he mumbled, his voice was rough with sleep.

"Shhh," she murmured. "It's just me. Go back to sleep."

"Love you," he muttered and sighed heavily before he settled back against the pillows.

Felicity reached her arm around Oliver, searching with her fingers, until they came in contact with her son's silky hair. She gently ran her fingers through the strands of blond. Her eyes drifted shut as the sound of Oliver's steady heartbeat lulled her to sleep.