She sighed as she walked into Olivers- their bedroom in the mansion. Her back ached and she pressed a hand to her spine. All she wanted was sleep and a hot shower. And not necessarily in that order. Who knew that just making a speech would take that much out of her. She had worked until 3:30 until she had been forced to go home after she had nodded off, her elbows resting on her desk and her face in her hands. She had nearly broken her glasses when Oliver startled her striding into the room with a look on his face she knew better than to argue with. He had Diggle take her home, promising he would follow after he took care of some business. She had been too tired to even ask what.

So that is how she ended up standing in indecision halfway between the bed and the en-suite. She was really, really tired, but she was really achy too. She reason that she wouldn't be able to sleep if she didn't try to relieve some of the pain. So she popped a baby aspirin and climbed in the shower. The steam eased the pressure in her back and cleared her mind some. She felt like she could stay under the hot spray all day but her eyes drooping and her fingers starting to prune proved otherwise. She turned off the faucet and wrapped a towel around herself. When she got back into the bedroom it was like all her exhaustion hit her at once, all the stress about Roy, blowing up the applied science building and Slade had kept her from really sleeping the previous night. Not caring about her state of undress or about the time, she fell into the bed head first and soon fell asleep. It seemed like only moments later warm fingers were stroking her cheek and her brain drifted into semi-consciousness. She groaned and pressed her head further into the mattress.

Her eyes were firmly shut when she muttered. "Sleep."

She heard a breathy chuckle and his warm minty breath fanned her face as he spoke.

"If this were any other time and I found a nearly naked woman in my bed I'd be doing anything else but sleeping."

One of her eyes peeked open at his statement. "Only if that naked woman was your wife," she said softly, her voice a little thick from sleep. Her eyes closed again at the warmth of Oliver's hand seeping into her skin, lulling her back towards sleep.

"Is there anyone else?" He whispered, his thumb still stroking her cheek. "It's me and you until the end babe." This time both of her eyes opened. Oliver never called her anything but Felicity.

"Babe?" She questioned, her eyebrows raising slightly.

"You don't like it?"

"No, it's just I never thought you were one to use pet names," she replied softly not wanting to shatter the peaceful tranquility of the moment.

"When it comes to you I do a lot of things I never thought I'd do," he said warmly.

She smiled and started to closed her eyes again but not before tugging him towards her with a fistful of his shirt.

"Sleep with me," she mumbled sleepily. She groaned at her double entendre. "And when I say that I mean actually sleep, though I'm not apposed to sleeping with you, but not right now cause I'm really tired and I need a lot of energy for what I want to do with you and right now I just down have it but maybe later we-" "Felicity," he cut off her ramble. Heat ran up her neck, the blush spreading up to her cheeks and ears. She opened her eyes to see his smirking face.

"I know what you meant," he said gruffly. A moment later he took whipped his gray t-shirt over his head and she whimpered.

"Really? I'm about to fall asleep and had you do that?"

His only answer was to smile as he tugged on a pair of sweatpants. She wanted to say it made her feel wide awake but nope, much to her dismay the exhaustion was still there and the more she talked the further she got towards just falling asleep right in the middle of a sentence. He climbed into the bed next to her, his discarded in hand. "Here," he said as helped her sit up a little. He grabbed the damp towel she had wrapped around her and tossed it across the room towards the bathroom. He slipped the shirt over her head and pulled her hair from the collar. His fingers run down her arms and to the tops of her thighs light as a feather. He kisses her thoroughly and a few moments later scoots down in the bed pulling her with him and pulling the covers up and over them. His arm wraps around her back and she settled her head into her favorite place; the crook of his neck. She pressed a kiss to the hallow in his throat before nuzzling her cheek back into his warm skin. His hands run up her vertebrae making the last of the tension in her body flee allowing her to fully relax. "Sleep," he murmured into her hair.

She sighed. "Mmm'kay." And she did, wrapped in her favorite set of arms. No worried dared to enterher peaceful slumber, not with him there to scare them away.

A nap was an amazing thing. When she was little she would cry when her mother told her to take one. When high school came around it became a precious thing, something she looked forward to on the weekends, along with immersing herself in code surrounded with junk food. When she went to college she barely got enough asleep at night due to her highly advanced courses and the workload of assignments and her part time job, a nap was unheard of, only a distant memory of the old days. When she had graduated she had slept for almost a solid week and had thought that it couldn't get any better than that. Fast forward five years and she proved herself wrong by waking up in Oliver's arms. If only she knew then what she knew now.

She stretched and Oliver hand around her belly tightened. She smiled and turned her head to peer at him. She marveled at what she saw. He really was handsome, with his cheeks flushed from sleep, his stubble giving him that gruff lumberjack look and his long blonde lashes laying softly against his cheeks. She ran a finger down his jaw and he shivered, his eyes fluttering open.

"Mmmm...that's a nice way to wake up." He placed kiss a kiss on her forehead. She turned over in his arms and pressed her cheek over his heart, listened to it beat under her ear, proving to her that he was alive and really there with her.

"Now you know how I feel every morning." She told him while wrapping an arm around his ribs and flattening her palm against his back. "I can't remember what it feels like to wake up alone, and I never want too."

"When I was...on the island," he hesitated a moment before continuing on, his voice rough with emotion. "It was always so cold. Even when I was next to a fire. It took me a while to realize that it wasn't so much the weather but...me. I was he one who was turning cold, ice was building in my veins and I never thought that it was possible for it to thaw. Until I met you." He looked down at her, his eyes shining. He shook his head and smiled at the memory. "My whole universe changed that day and I wasn't so cold anymore."

He was slowly opening up to her and she didn't want to push him so she ran her fingers over his back, tracing his scars. "Every time I go to sleep I'm half convinced this is all a dream and that I'm going to wake up back on that cold island floor...so every morning when I wake up next to you, I have to tell myself that this is all real. That this is my life and waking up warm and curled against you is a normal thing."

She pulled back just enough to see his face. His hand moved up to cup her cheek and run through her hair.

"When I'm touching you, I can almost forget every bad thing that's ever happened to me." Her heart stuttered in her chest at the openness in his eyes. His soul was laid bare for her to see and she was speechless. So she did the only thing she could think to do. She pressed a kiss to his palm.

"We'll look after each other won't we?" She asked softly.

"Always," he answered huskily, his eyes roving over the planes of her face. "Always," he repeated as his lips lowered to hers. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but he gave her everything, she could feel every emotion through his lips and as she clung to him she tried to convey everything she felt, for him to understand just how much he meant to her... but like always her love for him was too great to share through just a single kiss.

Her nap fully refreshed her and soon they were up and dressed and heading to the new...she still didn't know what to call it. Lair? No that sounded so weird. Foundry number two? Yeah, that would work. Somehow her chair had ended up at the new foundry and she knew Diggle had brought it. She sent him a thankful glace and he smiled in return before she got to work. Going over every piece of information she could that could lead them to Roy or Slade...or both of them. She hoped that wasn't the case but she had that feeling and she always knew to trust her gut.

"Slade is going to be looking for a new way to produce the serum and with the skeleton key he can get anywhere and take anything he wants."

"I know that's why I've got every lab and research within a one hundred mile radius on my alerts. We'll know if there's any strange activity."

"Good thinking. Where is the most cutting edge technology housed in Starling?"

"Star Labs. And lucky for us I have a in with two of their scientist." Diggle's brows rose and she went on to explain. "When I was in Central City with Barry...well not really with him, more like just sitting by his bed for hours and talking his ear off, it probably didn't matter anyways because he was in a coma. Though there has been proof that some co-"

"Felicity," said Diggle and she grimaced.

"Sorry, anyways. I made friends with Caitlin Snow and Cisco Ramon while I was there. They should be able to help us." She picked up her phone. "I'll give them a call. Maybe they'll know of anything that Slade might have his eyes on, or rather...eye." Just then an alert went off on her computer and she whipped around in her chair to press on the keys. "Oh no-"

"What?" Sara asked always going into assassin mode.

"The alarm was breached at Star Labs."

Unfortunately they were too late and Slade got what it was that he wanted from Star Labs. Much to her surprise she learned that Caitlin and Cisco were in Starling taking inventory to close down Star Labs. Now she and Oliver were walking up the steps of the building to meet with them, hopefully to find out what was taken, covertly that is.

"You know I've never been more thankful or being married to you than I am right now."

"Really? Why?"

"Because instead of hanging back and pretending I don't know you well I get to come with you," he said as he opened the door for her, she squeezed his hand on the way by.

Upon entering the room she immediately spotted her friends. "Felicity," Cisco said with surprise as she rushed forward. "Caitlin, Cisco! Are you alright?"

"A little shaken but otherwise fine," replied Caitlin.

"Speak for yourself. I'm going to have nightmares about pirates now," Cisco said dramatically.

"Pirates?" She asked already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, this guy was dressed in this really awesome suit, great for combat though I could probably design something better. It was too bulky. I would have gone with a compressed micro fi-"

"Cisco," Felicity warned.

"Alright..." He sighed. "He had an eye patch. Real big guy and strong too." Oliver stiffened at her side automatically drawing their attention. Caitlin and Cisco stared like they had just now noticed that he was standing there. Cisco elbowed Caitlin in the ribs. "Oh I'm sorry, Cisco, Caitlin this is my husband, Oliver-"

"You're married!" Cisco exclaimed. "Oh this is gonna be so good. Wait till Barry wakes up."

A growl built in Oliver's chest and she slapped his chest with the back of his hand. The universal term for 'behave.' Cisco eyes rounded to the size of dinner plates and his mouth hung open in an o shape. "And you're pregnant? Really really pregnant."

"Are you that dense Cisco?" Caitlin rolled her eyes. "Congratulations Felicity. I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks Cait," she replied gratefully. Caitlin smiled. "Now for the real question...what are you two doing here?"

She glanced at Oliver. "We had something similar happen at our Applied Science Center-"

"Before it went kaboom?" asked Cisco.

Oliver stared at her out of the corner of his eye and she had to fight the smirk that wanted to take residence on her face. Oliver continued on like he hadn't been interrupted. "We never found the intruder and we wanted to check into the circumstances surround this break in. Do you have any idea what was taken? A Industrial Centrifuge by any chance?"

"No, we can't tell you what it was." Caitlin answered.

"Why?" Felicity asked.

"Because it's a secret," she replied.

"Does Cisco have to keep it too?" He opened his mouth to say something before Caitlin sent him a glare and his jaw clicked shut. "Yes, he does."

"Well...it doesn't matter anyway. We'll let the police handle it. I'm glad that you're both okay." She hugged them both before she and Oliver headed towards the door again.

"Are we gonna-" Oliver asked before she cut him off.

"Let the police handle it? No. The Police couldn't catch Bird Flu at a Hong Kong duck farm. I've got this." He opened the passenger door of their car and she climbed in. He stared at her for a moment until she glanced up at him. "What?"

"Nothing..." Her eyebrows rose and she tilted her head.

"Just really glad I married you," he supplied finally.

"You're just trying to earn brownie points," she teased him.

"Is it working?"

"Not at all." She smirked.

He leaned down to her level. "That's okay. I don't need them."

"Why's that?" She asked a little breathless.

He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "Cause I know what makes you tick." She shivered and pushed him away from her lightly.

"Enough with the innuendos. Just get in the car Queen." He chuckled before hopping in the drivers sear and speeding towards the new foundry.

"I hacked into the director of S.T.A.R Labs, Harrison Wells personal files which pretty much makes me unstoppable." she announced with a smug grin. "Look what I found." She said as she brought up the plans on the computer screen.

"What is it?" Diggle asked.

"A Biotransfuser." His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Let's just say it does nothing good. In this case anyways. When it turns on in the city, I'll know."

"So what do we do now?" Sara asked.

"We wait. So... anyone hungry?" She asked with a hopeful lilt in her voice. Diggle laughed and Sara smiled. "Hey! Still eating for two here."

"I'll go get us something," Diggle answered as he grabbed his phone and left. Sara sat on top of one of the practice targets and turned to her.

"So how much longer do you have?"

"Another seventeen weeks give or take."

"I'm guessing from that look on your face you'd rather it be take?"

She groaned. "And it's only going to get worse."

"It'll be worth it in the end."

"Oh I have no doubt. It's just the getting there that tough."

"I can't wait to see Ollie face when you finally go into labor. He's going to faint."

"I am not going to faint!" Oliver spoke up somewhere in the room.

Sara ducked her head and laughed.

"I didn't know he was still in hearing range," she said with a grimace.

"He's never far away from you," Sara replied.

"You have no idea," she said as she leaned forward to whisper to her. "I love him but it's like he's right there. All. The. Time. I go to take a shower and when I get out he's standing there with a towel. Or if I want some ice cream he pops up behind me with a piece of fruit. I think he's slowly trying to kill me from sugar deprivation. He's...always taking care of me."

Sara laughed full out this time and held her belly. "Felicity, I think that's called being married."

"I'm not complaining I'm just not used to it. I've always taken care of myself. It's hard to give up control."

Sara crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back a little. "Imagine how he feels Felicity," she said softly.

She sucked in a breath. If she felt the way she did Oliver must feel it one hundred times worse. Sara must have saw that her thoughts were heading down a dark path because she leaned back and started on a new topic. "So have you talked about baby names yet?"

"Oliver mentioned Cornelius but I vetoed that right quick."

"I was kidding when I said that!" Oliver called.

"You know if you're going to listen to our conversation you might as well just come over here," Sara said with a roll of her eyes. His head poked around a corner.

"I'm trying to give you guys some space. Girl talk...all that stuff."

"Girl talk?" she asked, her brow furrowed. "What exactly is it you think we talk about?"

"Probably nothing I want to know." His head disappeared around the corner again.

"He's got that right." Sara supplied. "So names? What are you thinking?"

"Well I have a few I like, Beckett, Cole, Cameron...I like them but I don't really love them, ya know? I want a name that means something to us." She glanced in Oliver general direction. "And to him," she said for only Sara's ears.

She nodded, a soft smile on her face. "You've got time."

"Do we?" she asked, anxiety filling her chest.

Sara came forward and took her hand in her small one. "I'll do everything in my power, you and Ollie are a part of my family Felicity. I'd go to any lengths to keep you safe."

Her heart filled with love for this woman who had become her surrogate sister. Sara had went into the darkness, she said she had given the devil her soul but yet she had a light still inside of her. She just didn't see it. That was her new personal goal. To make sure Sara knew she had a second chance, that it was never too late to turn away from darkness.

"Thank you Sara," she choked, her voice thick with unshed tears. Sara squeezed her hand. "Hormones," she said with a hiccup and Sara retook her place on top of the shooting target.

"Who wants a food?" Diggle asked as he came striding into the room.

"Oh thank God. I'm starved. What did you get?"

"Sorry, I stopped to get something. I got us Big Belly," he said lifting up the bag to show her. She glanced at the white plastic bag in his hand.

"Is that what I think it is?" She stood from her chair and walked towards him.

"Mint Chip? The kind from the specialty store you like? Yes, yes it is."

"You John Diggle are my hero."

"What?" Oliver asked incredulously. "John! I've been trying make her eat healthy."

"A little isn't going to kill her. Take some notes from my book, hormonal women like sugar."

She ignored the hormonal dig and turned to Oliver. "I stress eat remember?" Diggle handed her her burger and the pint of ice cream, producing a plastic spoon from his pocket.

"If you're nice I might share, might," she said while looking at her husband.

They all settled down on the floor and she rested her back against one of the pillars. Oliver sat close to her side and they ate and made small talk. She ended up polishing off her burger and the whole pint of ice cream accept for one bite which she gave to Oliver, only because she loved him and he had those puppy dog eyes. He kissed her on the cheek and she just shook her head with a smile. She couldn't be mad that he had cared so much about her and the baby that he was trying to keep her healthy.

"I'll always look after you, you know that right?" He asked softly.

She smiled and leaned into his side, her head drifting to his shoulder. "I know." A little while later her computer dinged and she rushed over to where it was resting on a makeshift desk. A address blinked on the monitor.

"Got cha."