A noise interrupted her peaceful slumber and she groaned at the buzzing. What in the world was making that noise this early in the morning? She nuzzled her face closer to Oliver's chest and pulled the comforter up to her nose hoping the irritating sound would go away. It didn't. Oliver shifted and his arms tightened around her, finally coming around to hear the sound too.

"Oliver," she moaned gruffly, squeezing her eyes shut. "Make it stop."

He chuckled and she burrowed further under the covers. She can feel Oliver moving towards the offending object that she now recognized as her cell phone.

"Who ever it is, tell them to call back later or my personal preference; never," she called her voice slightly muffled from being covered with the comforter.

"Felicity," Oliver said softly. "It's your Mother."

Her eyes popped open and she threw back the blanket scrambling across the mattress. She nearly fell off the bed in her haste to get away from the phone and had it not been for Oliver grabbing her arm she would have landed on the hard wood floor.

"Aren't you going to answer it?"

Her eyes went wide and she shook her head vehemently. "I can not handle her this early in the morning. It's been months since I've talked to her. There can only be one reason she's calling now."

"She knows?"

"She knows," she confirmed as she lifted her hand to press against her forehead. The phone continued to ring and she was seriously considering throwing it against the wall when it stopped. "Oh, thank God." She sighed as she fell head first into a pillow.

Her relief only lasted for a moment when the phone started ringing again.

"She's persistent I'll give her that," laughed Oliver.

"Shut up!" She whacked him with a pillow. "You not the one that has to talk to her," she hissed.

"Oh really?" He threatened and she knew what he was about to do. She jumped across the mattress but before she could stop him he answered the phone and put it on speaker and she landed in a awkward heap in his lap.

"Hello?" She winced. This was going to be bad.

"I'm guessing your my daughters new husband. If not I haven't given her enough credit," came Donna Smoak's shrill voice through the phone. She covered her face with her hands and pressed her forehead to Oliver's thigh.

"Nope, I'm definitely her husband. I'm Oliver-"

"Queen, yes I know. It's very nice to meet you, or rather talk to you because I can't see you," she babbled. Since when had her Mom got tongue tied? "Is my daughter there? I'd very much like to speak with her," she asked sweetly but she knew that tone. This was very, very bad.

He looked down at her and she scrunched up her nose at him making him smile and plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Yes she's right here, just a moment," he said as he pushed the phone closer to her. She sighed and sat up on her forearms.

"Hi Mom," she said hesitantly.

"Felicity Meghan Smoak!" yelled her mom.

"Actually it's Queen now," she interrupted and smirked up at Oliver who was laughing silently. She smacked him on the arm and mouthed 'You're gonna get it.'

'What are you gonna do?" he mouthed back still smiling obviously not heeding her threat.

"I don't care, you're still my daughter! How could you not tell me you caught a billionaire?"

"Well..." She hedged. "I wouldn't say caught. He's not a fish."

"Felicity!"

"For the record Ms. Smoak, you've got it wrong. It's I who caught her."

"Oh am I on speaker?" Donna asked her voice turning back into the sugary tone from earlier.

"Yeah Mrs. Smoak."

"Please, we're family now. Call me Donna."

"Of course. Donna, Please don't be angry with Felicity. I begged her to marry me. She wanted to wait for you but I was extremely impatient."

"I hope that's not a family trait."

"Oh no, I just really wanted to marry your daughter. We had waited so long and I just couldn't wait anymore. I take full responsibility for our actions."

"Relax. I'm just glad my daughter finally bagged a man."

"Mom!" She squealed and fumbled for the phone but Oliver grabbed it before she could. "Just because I didn't sleep with half of the boys at college or dress like a hooker does not mean that I'm incapable of getting a man!" She yelled.

"That's very clear. Especially considering I'm looking at a magazine article that's critiquing your pregnancy fashion. You've always had conservative taste Felicity. Once you get your figure back we'll have to go shopping to fix that."

She rolled her eyes and Oliver's hands snuck under her shirt to rub her back soothingly. Some of her anger drained away at his calming touch.

"So when were you going to tell me?"

"I was Mom. I promise. I know you don't watch the news..."

"Of course not, it depresses me."

"There's been a lot going on. I've barely had time to think and I wanted to find just the right time to tell you. I'm really sorry Mom."

"It's okay. I'm just glad you're happy. You are happy aren't you?"

Tears sprung to her eyes at her Mother's words. "Yes, very," she said, her throat tight.

"Good, that's all I've ever wanted." Her mom said softly.

Oliver wiped a tear away with his thumb and she smiled up at him in appreciation. Yes, she was very happy. No her life wasn't perfect but she had everything she needed. husband who loved her and showed it everyday. It was in the small gestures, a soft touch, a brush of his fingers against her skin, when he held her tight against his body during the night. In the way that he would lace his fingers with hers just because he wanted to be connected to her. It amazed her that hands that had killed people, fingers that had pulled back the bow string could cradle her face so gently. There's were a million ways that he showed how his love and even if he never said 'I love you' to her ever again she would know, she always knew.

She closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts and reign in her emotions. Was it too late in her pregnancy to blame her hormones? She sniffed a little. No of course not.

"Thanks Mom." She said with a smile.

"Of course baby. Baby! I'm going to be a grandmother! I'm too young and fashionable for that."

"Tell you what, if anyone ever asks you can just tell them it's your kid. I'm sure you could pick up a few guys like that." She laughed and sent Oliver a look. He just shook his head.

"I knew there was a little me in you!"

She opened her mouth to tell her mom she was kidding but she decided to just go with it.

"Besides being blonde?"

"You dye it Felicity." Her mother huffed. "Well, I guess I need to pack my bags."

"What? Why?" she asked quickly while grabbing the phone and sitting up on her knees.

"I'm coming for a visit of course."

"No, Mom, no. You can't," she stuttered.

"Why not?" She asked, her voice sounding a little hurt. And there conversation was going so well.

"There's...uh just so much going on. Besides we're between houses right now."

"What happened to your townhouse?"

"Nothing. Umm...I-" She panicked and looked at Oliver. She could not come to Starling. Not with Slade on the loose. Oliver took the phone from her.

"We're actually staying with my family. Felicity's apartment has outgrown us and everything's been so hectic we haven't had time to look for a new place. As soon as we get more settled we'd love to have you. I'm looking forward to meeting you...in person."

She knew he we was flattering her on purpose. She could picture her mom fluffing her hair and blushing. "Well... I guess I can wait until then. But I will there for the birth of my grandchild."

"We wouldn't have it any other way."

"Okay, now that that's settled," she said taking the phone back. "It was great talking to you Mom. I'm sure you have more questions but Oliver and I really have to get ready for work."

"Oh, that's right! My daughter the CEO!"

"It's just temporary Mom."

"Still we're going to have to update your wardrobe. You need to be a sexy CEO. Have you had office sex? I've always-"

"Okay Mom! Talk to you later. Bye!" She rushed to hit the end call button and let out a long sigh.

"Office sex?" Oliver asked with a smirk.

"Don't even start."

"It's something to try."

"Oliver, stop," she warned.

"You can't tell me you haven't thought about it?" She blushed to the roots of her hair and his smile grew. "Well.. with all those sexy dresses you wear I can't say that I haven't been tempted."

"Sexy?" She scoffed and pointed to her belly. "Please, I'm a whale."

"A very sexy whale." He said as he pushed her back to the mattress and ran his fingers through her hair. He have her a heart stopping kiss and she whimpered as she forcefully had to pull herself back a few long moments later.

"Oliver we can't. We have to go to the office. With Isabel gone now we can-"

He cut her off with a chaste kiss then pulled back, his pupils already dilated. "A problem for tomorrow, besides I know the CEO. She won't mind."

"Hmm... how do you know that?" She said as she ran her hand up and across his back.

He leaned down and kissed a line up her neck until he reached the shell of her ear and she shivered. "That's how," he whispered.

She stared at him for a moment before she grabbed him and flipped them over. Now she was straddling him as his back pressed into the mattress. He looked momentarily surprised at the change but soon smiled and brought his hand up to stroke her hip. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his jaw, her hair fanning across his shoulder.

"Can I request a sick day?" He asked softly, his thumb making circles on her thigh.

"The CEO grants your request and has decided to take a sick day as well."

"That sounds like a good idea."

"Oh you like that one? Cause I have a lot more." She whispered into his ear.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh." She nodded and a moment later she was tossed back against the bed and he was leaning over her, his hot breath fanning her face.

"Good, I have some too." Then he swooped down to kiss her and it the list of ways that she showed her his love went to one million and one.

They spent all morning in bed and she found out she wasn't the only one who had good ideas.

According to Starling Municipal Airport Isabel Rochev had boarded a private plane back to Russia. She had left 'documents' that reinstated Oliver as CEO and a personal note that she had family issues that needed to be resolved in Moscow so she would be stepping down from her VP position at Stellmoor International.

She felt a little sick as she looked at all the falsified information, she knew it needed to be done to ward off suspicion at Isabel's absence but it still didn't make her feel any better. She sighed and held out the folder containing all the documents to Oliver.

"Done already?" She raised her eyebrows at him. "Right, sorry." He took the folder and thumbed through all the pages. "How did you know how to do all this?"

"You were on a island...I was at MIT." She shrugged. "I wasn't exactly in with the good crowd of kids. I picked up a few things, not that I'm proud of them, though they have come into use the past two years."

"I'd say." He said as he sat down next to her, casting a glace at a still unconscious Roy.

She turned back to the computer screen and took a look at her running searches. Oliver was quiet next to her. It only lasted for a few minutes before he spoke.

"Felicity, what happened at college?" Her hands stilled on the keys and she couldn't help but freeze for a moment. His hand on her shoulder stopped the shiver that normally ran up her spine associated with talk of those years. "I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me. I understand...more than anyone."

"It's okay. What made you so curious?"

He looked at his hands in his lap then back up at her. "Something you said last night. That you had been responsible for more than one persons death."

He hesitated a moment and she nodded, urging him to continue.

"I know one of those was the Count. You have to know that wasn't your fault. It was him or you. I chose you. I'll always choose you. Plain and simple as that. But Felicity the thought that you blame yourself for that makes me feel sick. You're the kindest person I know, I can't imagine you ever hurting someone, so whatever happened in school. I know it wasn't your fault and I don't want you to have to live with that."

She closed her eyes, trying to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "You don't have to tell me...I just want you to know, whatever happened it is not your fault.

She nodded and turned her chair towards him. "Firstly, you should take your own advice. Secondly. I know...but you deserve to know, at least a little bit. I want to tell you."

"Only what you can handle," he said gently.

She pressed her lips together and let out a harsh breath.

"You and I have a unconventional marriage... to say the least." He smiled at that. "Normally all the deep dark secrets come out during dating but you and I built our relationship on over time on trust, partnership and love for each other despite if the other one was being a complete jerk." She raised a brow and he shook his head with a chuckle knowing exactly just who she was speaking of.

"Anyways, I know more about your past than you know about mine. That's unfair and I don't want there to be secrets or even omissions between us. It's just hard." She laughed mirthlessly. "I'm not happy about those days."

He took her hand in his and squeezed it. "I said it once and I'll say it again, it's me and you forever. Nothing you tell me will change how much I love you. I'm not one to judge Felicity."

"I had a boyfriend in college, his name was Cooper Seldon. I loved him, not like I love you. I didn't think it was possible to love someone the way I love you. Coop said he said he loved me too, ultimately he proved that. He took the fall for something I did and went to prison." A tear slipped down her cheek and she closed her eyes. "He killed himself before sentencing. He left a note...said he couldn't take it anymore and that I shouldn't blame myself." When she opened her eyes a moment later Oliver's were boring into hers and they were wet with tears from her pain.

"But who else was I supposed to blame Oliver? If I hadn't hacked into those databases then he never would have done what he did and got caught." Oliver took her face in his hands and she had to look away from the look in his eyes.

"Felicity he made his own decision. What he did? That's not on you , it's on him!" he said strongly, his thumb stroked her cheek. "I would do anything to take this burden from you."

She took in his words but her mind automatically drifted to the last time she had saw Cooper.

"Hey." He called softly and she brought her eyes back to his. "Everyday you show me how to move on from my Island and the trials I faced while I was away. You taught me to turn those experiences into something to learn from. They made me the person I am, into a man that is lucky enough to be married to an amazing woman," she smiled softly at his words. "Felicity, MIT was your Island. All the things you did, all the experiences you went through, they made you the person you are today...and you know how I feel about her."

"I love you Oliver," she said another tear leaking from her eye.

He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered. "I love you, more and more every day."

A shuffling noise pulled their attention away from one another and they both looked up, shock crossing their faces at the sight in front of them.

"Roy?"