Hey guys, I am so sorry for the delay on this, writers block sucks. But I am pretty satisfied with this outcome & I hope you like it, enjoy. And here is where you can find pictures of the Nursery post/162633765546/the-nursery
And 6 months has come and gone. Opening her eyes, she feels the full effects of the last six months hitting her. Stretching her hand to the other side of the bed, she is met to cold sheets. Groaning she struggles to sit up and puts her feet on the ground. Deciding not to wait in bed for Oliver, she slowly gets up and walks to the door and out to the hallway.
When she is halfway to the stairs, she stops in front of a closed door. Taking a minute to decide whether or not to go in, she finally gives in. Twisting the knob, she opens the door, and is met with a bright bare room.
Looking around she sighs. In 4 short months, her little boy will be here and at the rate they were going, he wouldn't have a room to call is own. Criminals had been keeping them busy for the last couple weeks, and all Felicity wanted was to take a break and bask in her upcoming happiness.
Taking a deep breath, she closes the door and makes her way downstairs. When she arrives in the kitchen, Oliver comes in from his run.
"Hey"
"Hey, how was your run?"
"Good, the morning is perfect."
Smiling she turns to the tea kettle on the stove.
"Hey let me get that for you" Oliver says stepping towards her and grabbing the kettle.
Sighing she goes over to the bar stool and sits down.
"What's wrong baby?" Oliver asks filling the kettle.
Looking down at the counter she tries to find the right words to bring up the thing that has been bothering her. Finally looking into his eyes, she says, "I went into his room, or what is supposed to be his room."
Sighing Oliver immediately understands what she is talking about.
"Felicity…"
"And all I am welcomed to is a beautiful big window with lots of sunlight, and bare white walls and an empty room."
Setting the kettle on the stove Oliver makes his way over to sit beside her. Taking her hands, he leans closer to her.
"Felicity, I know I promised I would do it, and I will, I want to."
"I know, I know and I am not blaming you for this, it's just that, Oliver he's going to be here in four months. And I realize that that sounds like a long time from now, but it's not, especially with a baby. At least that's what every baby book I've ever read has said."
"Hey your right, four months is not very far away, which makes this one of the top priorities."
"I just don't want our baby, our Tommy not to have a room. He deserves that much."
"Yes, he does."
When he says those three little words, he brings her hands to her lips and kisses them while never breaking eye contact.
After a beat of a minute, the sound of a whistle from the kettle breaks their reverie and Oliver slowly hops up and walks over to it.
"Which is why no matter what, I am going to get it done."
"When?"
"Soon. As soon as possible."
Looking at him with a look of disbelief, he moves the kettle over and comes around the counter again and kneels right in front of her.
"I promise."
Sighing she finally lets a smile make its way onto her lips.
"Okay"
"Okay"
And with that he gives her one final kiss and then makes his way back over to the stove and makes her tea and starts breakfast.
After a long night of dead ends, Oliver comes out of the elevator and into the lair with a tense jaw.
"Well that was a bust" Renee says following him.
"Yeah this dude is impossible to find" Dinah adds.
"Which considering he's a drug dealer, shouldn't be true" Felicity says turning around in her chair towards the team.
"Did you get anything?" Oliver asks putting his bow in the case.
"No, the lead went dead the minute you stepped foot in that warehouse" Felicity said frustrated.
"Well we can't do anything more tonight with dead ends, let's just call it a night." Oliver said looking at his team.
When he notices that Felicity disregards him and turns back to his computers he turns to Curtis and says, "Hey will you take Felicity home?"
At the question, Felicity turns around in her chair and glares at Oliver.
"I'm not going home, especially since Vales is still out there. I have to look over all the intel again, there has to be something I missed."
"No, Felicity you are going home and getting some rest and are not going to worry about it. There is nothing else you can do tonight."
Now she's mad, "But…"
"No buts Felicity, you are overworked, and extremally stressed, which we both know is not good for you or the baby. So, I'm begging you, please go home and rest. If you won't do it for yourself, then do it for Tommy." Oliver asks practically begging.
Taking in a frustrated breath, she knows he's right and finally gives in but not without letting him know how mad she is with him. Turning around in her chair, she powers down her computers and then struggles to get up from her chair. When Oliver steps towards her to help, she only gives him the look 'you don't want to do that', and finally gets up and stands straight up.
Grabbing her purse, she walks straight to the elevators without a word and then she was gone.
After she left, everyone soon followed, except Dig and Oliver.
"Well that went well" John said as Oliver falls into Felicity's empty chair and rubbing his hands cover his face.
"She's not happy with me."
"I can see that, I think everyone saw that."
Glaring at his friend he takes a deep breath. "Why am I the bad guy for wanting her and Tommy safe?"
"Well she is stubborn like someone I know. Is she ok?"
"She's just frustrated because I promised her that the nursery would be done by now and yet it's not. She's just worried that we won't be ready when he finally gets here."
"Well if your so worried about it, then you could always just hire someone to do it for you."
"No!"
"Ok, calm down. What's the big deal?"
"It's just that I really want to do this for Tommy, and I feel like it's one of the few things I can do for him." Oliver says looking down at his hands.
"Oliver, you know that's not true, but if you really want to do it, then do it."
"It's not that simple, with Vales still on the run there is no break for me."
"Well then I guess the mayor's just going to have to take a sick day" John says standing up and clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Don't stay here too long."
And with that Oliver is left with nothing but his thoughts.
The next morning Oliver takes Dig's advice to head and decides to take the day off. When he comes downstairs and finds Felicity looking back and forth between scattered papers and her laptops.
"What are you doing?"
Looking up from her organized mess, she meets Oliver's eyes.
"Oh, good morning, just um, getting some stuff organized for Queen Industries."
"Yeah? How's that going?"
Nodding her head, she says, "Good, actually I am just finishing the last touches on the implant."
"That's great."
"The only problem is I haven't found a place to settle the company, and it is getting to the point where it is becoming the most important thing."
"You'll find a place" he says coming to plant a kiss on the top of her head. "Actually, now that I think about it, what about the place on Roosevelt?"
"You mean that old abandoned building downtown?"
"Well when you put it that way, yes. I know it got damaged in the undertaking, but it has potential."
"Hmm, yeah I could see it. In fact, I should go check it out today."
"That sounds like a great idea."
Giving him a kiss, she stands up, 'You're the best."
"I try."
Turning towards the stairs she stops in her tracks and turns back to him.
"Why aren't you dressed?"
"Oh, I'm taking the day off."
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah. Actually, would mind going to the bunker after you get done looking at the building and check back up on Vales."
"Yeah, no problem."
And with that she went upstairs to get dressed and Oliver was left with a plan brewing in his mind.
After Felicity left, Oliver immediately called Digg and asked him to come over. 30 minutes later a knock on the door summons him.
Opening the door, he is met to the view of his friend.
"You called."
"Yeah, I'm taking your advice and getting the room done. You in?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Oh, come on John, you always have a choice."
"I'll take that as a no." He says walking past his friend and into the room.
Two coats of paint and a lot of nails later, Oliver and Dig step back and admire their handy work.
"Wow this came out so much better than I could have imagined."
"Yeah, who knew that you were handy with a hammer and nails and had a sense of design."
Rolling his eyes at his friend's comment, he crosses his arms and continues to admire the nursery with a grin stuck on his face.
"Well, I should probably go, I mean I wouldn't want Felicity to think that you didn't do it by yourself."
Turning towards his friend he shakes his hand.
"Thank you, John, I really mean it."
"No problem man, and for the record, Tommy's going to love this."
"I hope so."
And with one final clap to the shoulder, John was gone and Oliver was left in his son's nursery alone.
45 minutes later he hears the sound of the front door opening.
Half running and walking, he goes down the stairs and makes his way to the front room. Almost colliding with her, Felicity looks up surprised.
"Oh, hey. Sorry I didn't see you there." Setting down her purse and taking off her shoes she rambles on. "Who knew finding a building and figuring out design is so hard? Sorry I know should have been home hours ago but one hour in the bunker turned into six. When I realized it was almost 7 O'clock at night I knew I had to come home"
"It took you four hours to look at the building? You left at nine this morning."
"No, actually that was the easy part, as soon as I went in I knew you were right, it was perfect, so I bought it. But the other three hours were used for design purposes."
"I see."
Taking a deep breath, she says "Yeah. So, what did you do all day? Surely, you didn't stay in bed all day" She teased.
"No, actually I want to show you what I did."
After saying that he reaches his out and she gladly takes it.
"Oh, ok" she says following him up the stairs.
Then they stop right in front of the door that held his creation.
"Oliver?"
"Close your eyes"
And without so much as a blink of hesitation, she does as he asks.
Once he was satisfied with her eyes closed, he slowly opened the door and guided her into the room.
Coming close to her ear, he whispers, "You can open your eyes."
When her eyes flutter open, she is welcomed to a beautiful sight of Hunter Green walls and delicate white furniture that contrasts perfectly with the dark walls.
Gasping she looks around the room in wonder. She looks at the white cabinets that line the wall and the crib that sets perfectly near the window. And the changing station that lines opposite to the place where her son would be sleeping.
After she doesn't say anything for a few minutes, Oliver finally speaks up.
"So, what do you think?" he asks nervously.
Looking into his perfect blue eyes, she says the only thing that comes to her mind.
"I love it! I mean these green walls are perfect, what did I tell you?"
"You were right, they did work. After painted the walls I decided that I wanted it to be simple."
"Simple?"
"Yeah, you know we don't the luxury very often of having a simple life, so I thought that this nursery could represent how hard we have fought for this life…. For our son." As the last three words tumble out of his mouth, he lays his hand over her stomach.
The only thing she can do to express what she is feeling is by kissing him.
When they break the kiss, she turns back around and goes over to the crib.
"I love this, but it's missing something."
"And what would that be?"
"Arrows, duh."
"Felicity, don't you think that the green walls are enough?"
"No that's only the beginning, I just want this room to represent how hard you worked to become the man you are today. Now I'm not saying we have to go all out, but…"
As her sentence dies down, she holds up her pointer finger and disappears out of the room.
As Oliver watches her leave confused, she soon comes back holding something.
"Is that a mobile?"
"Yeah, I saw at that really cute boutique we went to a couple months ago, and I just had to have it."
In her hands, she held an arrow mobile with green arrows cascading down.
"May I?" he asks taking the object from her hand and walking towards the crib to hang it up.
When he steps back, they both admire the crib.
"Perfect" she whispers, and all Oliver can do is wrap his arms around her and give her a kiss to the forehead.
"Yeah it is"