The room was dark, the covers pulled up and there was a faint glow in the room from the outside street lamp. Her head was on Oliver's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her waist. His breaths were even and there was no sign of the twitching that indicated that he was having a nightmare. She lied there awake for an hour, she couldn't sleep because Blueberry decided it was time for a soccer tournament. She peeked at Oliver's face and listened to his breathing to determine how deeply he was asleep before she quietly slipped from the bed. An amazing feat that she may have did a fist bump for when she reached the living room. She turned on the tv, curled up on the couch and started watching a old Doris Day movie on mute with the subtitles turned on.

When the baby quieted down her eyes started to get heavy and soon her eyes closed and she slipped into sleep. What seemed like not long after her eyes drifted open and she met two large blue ones. He brushed away the hair that had fallen into her face. "I woke up and you were gone" He whispered, repeating her line from not long ago.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered back.

There was something about it being it being dark outside and so quiet that made the moment reverent. She pulled the blanket back and scooted towards the outside of the couch, he crawled over her and slipped in behind her and recovered them. His warmth enveloped her as his bare chest pressed into her back and his arms slipped around her to cup her belly. "He's quiet now. I'm guess he's tired from the world cup." Oliver's chuckle sent his warm breath fanning against the back of her neck making a shiver run over her frame. "You were sleeping so good when I got up. He was moving and I didn't want to wake you."

"I don't sleep good without you."

"Did you have a bad dream?" She asked softly.

"No...but when I couldn't feel you it scared me," he replied, his voice tight with worry.

"I'm sorry." She replied thickly. "I didn't mean to worry you." His pulled her closer to his body, his knees pressing into the back of hers, his chin rested on top of her head. His palm snuck under her shirt and pressed against her belly and rubbed back and forth lightly.

After a few moments of silence she turned in his arms, her extended abdomen pressing into his, her hands finding it's usual place over his heart and her head settled into the place on his chest between his clavicle. "I love you...so much." His hands ran through her tangled locks.

"Felicity..." He said roughly. That's all she needed to her, her name, spoken with so much emotion. Every time he said it, his tongue drawing out the syllables was like saying 'I love you'.

"I know," she said lowly as she pressed a kiss on his chest. He held her like someone was about to rip her away from him so she ran her hands over his shoulder and chest. He instantly loosens, some of the tenseness leaving him body.

"Felicity..." He choked out and she could hear tears in his voice. "There aren't words..." He trailed off and she peeked up at him, the light of the TV flickered across them and she could see that his blue eyes were in fact glazed over. She placed a feather light kiss on his lips. A second later she felt a kick.

"Do you feel that?"

"Yeah," he said softly.

"He's definitely your son."

"Why's that?"

"He keeps me up at night." Suddenly he pulled away from her, she rolled onto her back as he placed hands on either side of her head, hovering above her.

"I can think of better reasons to keep you from sleep." He leaned down and brushed his lips softly against hers, teasing.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," she replied her voice sounding breathy.

She moaned as he started kissing down her neck, stopping at her clavicle. A moment later his hands pushed her shirt up and he placed a kiss near her belly button, not long after his mouth returned to hers and her hands sunk into his hair and her legs wrapped around his waist. It didn't matter that they had a perfectly good bed not too far away. The moment was too precious and neither of them wanted to be separated.

She didn't end up getting much sleep that night, but she didn't mind. Waking up in his arms, cuddled against each others warm skin, legs tangled together with the early light of dawn casting a orange glow around the room she couldn't help but remember the morning almost eighteen weeks ago, where she woke up and swore that this is exactly the way she wanted to wake up for the rest of her life. She had been right, even then. Oliver's early morning voice tickled her ear. "Good morning."

"Yes, it is," she replied as she snuggled deeper into his chest.

She wanted to stay like this forever.

But forever wouldn't be long enough.

(((Arrow)))

She came out of the bathroom dressed for the work day. That last thing she wanted to do was go to QC but with Slade around work had been neglected. She didn't even want to imagine the mountains of files on her desk and the backed up phone messages.

Oliver looked up from his phone at her entrance. "Have you heard from Thea?"

"Not since yesterday. Why? Is she not answering?"

"No..." He said his voice filled with worry.

"It doesn't mean anything has happened Oliver, She was upset about Roy. Maybe she just needs some space."

He took a deep breath. "You're probably right." He squeezed her hand.

"Come on, you've got a meeting with your favorite person."

"You?"

"I was being sarcastic, but that's sweet." She pecked him on the lips. "I meant Isabel."

He groaned."I can think of much more pleasurable things to do with my time," then leaned down to capture her lips once more, this time deeper. She put her hands on his chest and reluctantly pulled away.

"Mmm that was nice, but we don't have time for any of that."

"Give me fifteen minutes," he said with a smirk.

"Oliver!" She said in mock outrage. "Are you ever going to get enough of me?"

"Never," he said while nibbling on her ear.

"Oliver," she said in warning.

"Okay, okay." He placed a final kiss on her lips. She fixed his tie and they were out the door.

She was right about paper work but wrong about the amount. Was there something bigger than a mountain? Because that's what was sitting on her desk. She groaned and got to work. A little while later Moira showed up.

"Mrs. Queen, Good morning." She glanced over at the clock that read 12:05 in red letters. "Well... afternoon."

"Felicity, please call me Moira." She nodded. It would take some getting used to. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing great. I had a prenatal visit last week and everything checked out."

"That's wonderful."

"Thank you for asking. Oliver's in a meeting, I'm sure he'll be done soon if you'd like to talk to him."

"I would, until then I'll just sit here and chat with you if that's all right?"

"Of course." Moira sat down in one of the chairs in front of her desk, she couldn't help but think she looked like a queen, perched on the edge of the chair, her legs cross, chin up, not a hair out of place. She huffed a little at her own gaffe. Moira was Queen. She looked at a stack of folders waiting for signatures, all marked with a red stamp reading URGENT. She waved her at them. "I hope you don't mind...I really need to get to these."

"No, not at all." She smiled and opened the first file of the stack. Luckily someone had marked the lines that needed to be signed with an X so she didn't have to look long. She grabbed her pen and started to sign Oliver's signature on the line. She got halfway through the folders before she noticed she was being watched. She peeked up to see Moira looking at her inquisitively."Uh...I've gotten really good at his signature. I only started doing it recently, he just hasn't...had time to worry about all this on top of everything else," she cut off her own babble.

Moira lips stretched into something she could only call a grin. "I think I finally see who's been the brains behind this operation."

"No, no, no. Oliver works. All the time. I just...sign stuff."

"Don't let her lie to you, this place wouldn't run without her," said Oliver strolling into the room and over to her desk. He bent down and kissed her cheek and glanced at the open file. "Wow, that looks exactly like mine." He smiled at her., his eyes sparkling and crinkling in the corners.

"I've had lots of practice."

"I can write yours too."

"Please," she scoffed. " I'd like to see you try." He pulled a pad of post its from her drawer and wrote on the top one.

She picked up the pad and examined it closely. "That's actually... not bad, but I do not dot my I's with hearts," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"I know, just thought that would irritate you."

"Good job, you succeeded." She in said in fake annoyance. She took the post it, wrote Oliver's fake signature on it, dotted the I with a heart and placed it on her monitor before turning to him with a smirk.

"Watch it or that's how I'll sign all your documents for now on." She said saucily.

He leaned down placing one of his hands on the desk. She let out a shaky breath as he kissed her passionately, his tongue swept across her bottom lip when a throat cleared. She jumped away from him a blush creeping up her neck and into her cheeks. She had completely forgotten Moira was in the room and apparently so had Oliver if the faint blush on his cheeks was any indication. He cleared his throat and tugged at his tie.

"Mom," he said but it came out a little strangled. "I apologize."

Moira only smiled again, a look crossed her face that she would call a mixture of satisfaction and awe. "Don't apologize. As a mother it gives me great joy to see my son so happy, after everything you've been through." She turned to her. "You've done that and I could never thank you enough for that." Her mouth dropped open for only a moment before she snapped it closed to reply.

"Th-thank you Moira," she stuttered and looked up at Oliver who's jaw was also loose. She squeezed him arm. "Speaking of sons..." Oliver placed his hand on her shoulder and nodded at her to continue. Moira's eyes move from her's to Oliver's. She slipped her hand into his and looked into his eyes, silently communicating with him. 'You should be the one to tell her' He laced his fingers with her and his gaze returned to his mother.

"Mom, Felicity and I... we're having a boy." Moira stood stock still for a moment before she strode over to him and wrapped her arms around him. Oliver's hand never let go of hers. He looked over his mothers shoulders at her and she tilted her head. His arms rose halfway in indecision before he placed them on his Mom's back.

"My beautiful boy, I am so happy for you." she said softly before pulling back and turning to her and reaching her hand out to her. She hesitantly placed her hand in hers and rose from her seat. "For both of you." Felicity smiled at Moira who's eyes looked suspiciously moist. "Does Thea know yet?"

"No, we planned on telling her over dinner."

"She'll be thrilled. She'll have a shower thrown together before you can blink."

"Oh no," she glanced at Oliver in fright. "I don't need a shower...well maybe a regular shower, my back is really sore..." she babbled. Oliver cut her off with a hand over her mouth. "Sorry," she mumbled from behind his hand. She nipped at his finger and he pulled his hand away amazed she had actually bit him. She ignored his surprised look and turned back to Moira. "I don't need a baby shower," she said adamantly.

"You're a Queen now Felicity, you're going to get a shower fit for one. Don't deny Thea this, it would give her such joy." She let out a long sigh, already caving. Moira was right she couldn't deny the tiny brunette with the big brown eyes the excitement, especially with what she was going through with Roy. She had said they were sisters so she needed to act like one. Rats. She nodded reluctantly.

"Excellent." She turned to Oliver. "I just dropped by to make sure both of you were planning to attend the debate this evening."

"Of course," Felicity replied. Oliver had informed her of it this morning and she had convinced him to go, he had promised her that he was still going to publicly support his mothers campaign and he needed to follow through. He had grumbled but had complied.

"Wonderful, I'll see you tonight." She smiled back at them before leaving the room. Even her heels clicking against the floor had a royal air about them.

"She could have done that with a phone call." She rolled her eyes and ignored him in favor of asking how his meeting had gone.

"As you would expect, I think I may have zoned out half way through." She laughed.

"Oliver."

"I know, I should have listened but my thoughts were elsewhere."

"Not on Isabel's legs I hope."

"No," he said on a chuckle. "I was thinking about baby names." She sucked in a breath and choked on her spit. He rubbed her back.

"You were?" She asked still a little out of breath from her coughing fit.

"Yeah I thought you could make a list and I could make one, then we could go over them together. Pick out ones that we both like." She looked up at him in wonder.

"What?"

"You Mr. Queen, are the most amazing man I have ever known." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "And...I am the luckiest woman in the world."

"That's what it takes to make you happy?"

"Oliver, you're thinking about baby names when Slade is out there... so yes. Because it show's me your determined to win, that you're really living."

"Only because I love you so much."

"Are you sure you didn't marry me to keep your company from going under?" she teased him.

"Among other reasons." She slapped his chest. "You already running this company, you should get the credit."

"I've got all the credit I need," she said as she showed him her ring finger. "Now get back to work, we have to leave early tonight, no way am I wearing this to the debate."

Oliver groaned. "Do we really have to go? He whined. He actually whined.

"Oliver Jonas Queen, we are going and that's final." She stood there for a moment in shock. "Oh no."

"What?" he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

"I'm turning into my mother." Oliver chuckled. "I just yelled at you and used your full name." She palmed her face.

"Well at least we know Cornelius won't get away with anything." She jerked her hand away from her eyes to look at him."

"We are not naming our son Cornelius, where did you even come up with that?"

"Just popped into my head." She sucked in a breath. Oliver came forward and put his hands on her shoulder.

"Relax, I'm just kidding."

"Okay then," she shewed him away with a pat on the butt.

"Did you just-"

"Yep," she smirked. "Got a problem with it?"

"Nope. No problem at all." He said with a goofy grin as he walked to his desk and sat down and she got back to her paperwork.

One O' Clock and the day had already turned into a strange one.

"Don't be nervous." Moira looked up from pulling at her top at her words."You have nothing to worry about, you'll do great. She smiled and took her hand.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Where's Oliver?"

"He was looking around for Thea."

"I'm starting to worry."

"So am I. I text her three times to day with no reply." Moira's face tightened with worry. "Hey, lets just get through your speech and then we'll worry about Thea. She's a teenager, she's probably just off blowing off steam. She'll come around." Moira nodded and Oliver appeared at her side.

"We should get to our seats."

The debate started out well, Moira was gaining ground over Blood. It looked like an easy victory until a face came up on the screens. It was Thea's. She had been taken. And she knew by who.

Slade.

(((Arrow)))

The debate was called to a stop immediately and they rushed back to QC. Reporters were already flooding the elevator banks and extra security had to be called in. Oliver never once let go of her hand, not even when they got to his office. Moira had her arms wrapped around herself and tears were running unchecked down her face. Oliver's whole frame was tight and his face was emotionless, but his eyes are what got her. They were filled with terror, anger and determination.

"Oliver?" She called to him softly. His eyes moved wildly to meet hers. "It's going to be okay." He pulled her into his side and kissed her temple. "I'm going to do everything I can to find her." He took and deep breath as his head bobbed up and down. She looked down at his hand was firmly holding onto her hip. "But to do that I need you to let go of me." Blue orbs filled with panic turned to hers. She didn't need to ask to know what he was thinking. "I'm not going far. Just to my desk, I'll never leave your sight."

He reluctantly let go of her hand. She tilted her head in Moira's direction. "She needs you right now." She left the office and when she looked back Oliver had started to move from his stoic position and closer to his mother, his hand was on her arm and his lips were moving. Moira placed her hand atop his and she could see that her whole body was trembling. Not long later the police came through and moved into the office to speak with Oliver and Moira. Lance stopped in front of her desk.

"Are you okay?" She took a shaky breath, her hands trembled on her keyboard.

"I will be when we get my sister back," she said in a husky voice. She was trying to hold herself together and Lance looking at her so softly wasn't helping.

"I promise, we're going to get her back." He said, his voice steadfast and unwavering.

"I know, Detective. Thank you," she choked.

"Does he know?" He was referring to the Arrow. They really needed to stop having these 'Does he know' conversations' they never turned out well.

"Yes, we're working on it."

He tilted his head in Oliver's direction. "Does he know who you work for?" She paused for a second, phone pressed against her ear, fingers ghosting over her keyboard. She hesitated for only a moment before she answered.

"We don't keep secrets, not with each other."

"I can imagine he's not very thrilled with the arrangement."

"He knows why I do it, he understands. I have the ability to help keep the city safe and the only thing that would keep me from doing my job is death." Lance stiffened.

"I imagine that's the same argument you used with Queen...I hope he doesn't let it get that far."

"He would never let anyone hurt me Quinton," she glanced at Oliver through the glass window. His roving over her face, eyes seeking hers. "Either of them." Lance squeezed her shoulder and left her to her work.

She frantically searched for any signs of Thea, she scrolled through thousands of traffic cam pictures, scanned through credit card receipts, pinged cell phones and went through more pictures. It was a lot of work but it was for Thea. Finally she got a hit.

She walked swiftly to Oliver who was bouncing on the balls of his feet. His voice raised as he spoke to the Detectives asking him questions. She placed her hand on his arm and he softened and turned to her. "I got a lead," she said softly. His whole body went into Arrow mode. His mouth opened but he never got to say anything before Isabel interrupted from the conference room, where boards were set up and computers lights bounced off the glass walls. The room was a flurry of movement as she followed Oliver inside.

"I know now's the worse time, but at today's meeting the board elected new officers, voting had to take place in less that 24 hours. It can not be suspended, It's an SEC thing." Oliver hands covered his face.

"I can't think about this right now."

"I know and I'm sorry, but you have too. You are the CEO you have responsibilities."

"Which you handle for me all the time." He yelled.

"Oliver." She said softly.
"A board vote is several orders of magnitude different from covering a missed meeting." Isabel said harshly. "You could appoint someone CEO temporarily." His hands automatically flew to a notepad laying on the desk. She placed her hands on his to stop him.

"May I have a word?" He glanced at her questionably but let her lead him from the room.

"I don't think that's a good idea Oliver."

"I can't handle this at the moment Felicity. I don't have another choice."

"There's always another option Oliver." He started bouncing on his feet again, his body filled with unresolved energy and adrenaline. "You just have to slow down long enough to find one." He closed his eyes for a minute and his hands balled into fist. She place a hand on his chest and he let out a ragged breath. His eyes flew open another moment later.

"I know what to do." He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the office. He leaned down over the notepad again and started to write. She couldn't see what because his shoulder was in the way. A second later he lifted the pad up and handed it to Isabel who looked up shocked. Felicity eyes flew between the them, the tension in the air palpable. Isabel's eyes looked like she could spit fire.

"You're appointing your wife?" She froze. What?

"She knows more about all of this than I do, I trust her," Oliver replied.

"And you don't trust me?" Isabel asked incredulously.

"I don't have time for this Isabel."

Oliver pulled her away out of Isabel's listening ears and turned look at her. "You told me to find another way. I did, Felicity I need you to do this for me." T

There was no choice to make.

"If it's you asking, I'll do it," she answered. He placed a kiss on her lips and wrapped her in his arms.

"I need you to stay here. I'll ask Lance to stay with you and Mom, you do not leave this building for any reason, do you understand."

"Yes."

"Promise me."

"I promise." He sucked in a breath.

"Come back."

"I'll do everything in my power," he said while pulling her into his arms.

She pulled back and took his face in her hands. "Bring her home. Do whatever it takes.
End this... once and for all."

"I love you," he said fiercely.

"I love you," she replied with equal fervor.

His fingers held onto hers for as long as possible as he pulled away and then he was gone.

She sent all the information she had found including a location to Oliver's phone then turned to Isabelle who's arms were crossed against her tiny frame, her eyes shooting daggers.

"Well what do you say Mrs. Queen, shall we get to business?" She sneered.

She walked toward the Russian with her head held high. She would do this for Oliver.

Only for him...and Thea.

"Where do I sign Ms. Rochev?"