Well this chapter certainly ended up longer than I expected. There's just something about Mama and Daughter Smoak that is compelling and fun to put into words. I LOVE the character that Charlotte Ross has created in Mama Donna!

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Chapter Three – Talk

Felicity remembered her grandparents. They were in her life just over a decade but both her Bubbe and her Zayde had shared stories of their upbringing, their struggle for life, and the happiness that both their daughter and granddaughter brought to their lives.

When her emotions and nerves had finally settled down, about 30 minutes into the flight, she thought of them.

She stared out the window at the waning sunlight, the clouds under the plane and the blueness of the sky. Her grandfather, her Zayde, had always told her that the world was at her fingertips. It was one reason she loved information technology, or I.T. Her fingers flew over the keyboards and screens as she put information into the various electronics and she practically soaked in the information that she received in return.

It was a reason Oliver had gotten to know her. It was the reason he had sought her out in the first place at Queen Consolidated. When he needed I.T. help, hers was the name given to him. Now, here they were, 8 years later. She looked at the platinum wedding band on her ring finger and took a second to twirl it with her right middle finger and thumb.

Nothing felt foreign about the object on her finger. It and the Queen family heirloom that served as her engagement ring had felt completely natural when Oliver placed them on her hand. Marrying Oliver – finally, actually, saying 'I Do' and sharing that 'We're-Actually-Pronounced-Man-and-Wife Kiss' – felt right.

That was something her Bubbe, her grandmother, had taught her. When Felicity asked the elderly woman about loving and marrying her Zayde, the woman contemplated the 10 year old's question and answered her simply. "It felt right. Being married to him felt natural, as though it's where I was meant to be."

Felicity remembered her shrugging her shoulders. The answer had been too simple. Felicity had a hard time accepting the answer after watching her own parents' marriage fall apart. She had no clue where her father was at that time and her mother practically denied ever being married.

But now, at age 28, Felicity could understand her Bubbe's simple words. Being married to Oliver felt right, it was one of the most natural things to ever happen in her life. Both of them had tried their darndest to make their relationship complicated. And for four years they had succeeded.

On-again-Off-Again…I love you's; I care for you's; I believe in you's constantly shared with tearful eyes and utter denials that life could be just a little bit better if they would just give in to one another…to love. It had been a vicious cycle that took Nazi aliens to break.

That thought...THAT experience… suddenly made her smile. How many times had she nearly lost Oliver? How many times had she nearly died? How many times had they sent each other away?

Far too many to count.

And yet there was one moment of clarity, far beyond the would-be term limits of Oliver's multiple proposals and pleas for her to be with him. Thank God, in that one moment, Oliver was present and beyond sober enough to accept her proposal.

Felicity smiled as she thought about that moment. She only slightly regretted the shotgun wedding. More-so, she regretted interrupting Barry and Iris's moment in the sun. BUT, she would never regret having that story to share with their children…just as they had shared it with William.

Mom proposed to Dad and they were married right there, in Central City Park, on the spot, along with Uncle Barry and Aunt Iris.

Felicity rubbed her fingers around the ring again and turned her eyes back to the window, sadly. A story to share with their children…

That's why she was on this flight. It was a fright flight.

After the call from Dr. Barton she had regressed to her pre-Being-a-Queen mentality. She was thinking of Oliver as 'a Queen', the family that owned the business that hired her for her brains. She was thinking of Oliver, the man who was determined to 'save his city' without letting anyone into his life; the man who would rather be involved with a woman that he really didn't care about.

And, she was reliving every broken moment of their storied relationship.

But that wasn't the man she married, and she knew that. In her heart, she knew that. She knew- she knew- if she had simply called him, waited for him to get home, gone to his office – he would've made this situation non-critical in a matter of minutes.

That was the thing that hung her up on this, however. Oliver would ask her how she felt about having a baby. He would ask if she wanted to take the risk. He would ask if perhaps she would want to adopt a baby. He would tell her again that Will was their son. And however Felicity answered those questions, whatever response she gave him, would become Oliver's answer. Even if it broke his heart, he would agree with her – whatever she wanted.

As much as Felicity loved that about some of their debatable topics, she didn't just want her husband to give in to her feelings on this particular subject. She remembered the look in his eyes the night they actually started discussing the pregnancy point. When he mentioned dreaming about them having a baby of their own…the look Felicity saw in his eyes was reminiscent of his first true 'I love you' after Dig's baby was born; it was filled with the same emotion he had displayed when they first made love in Nanda Parbat; it was the same happiness that made him practically explode when she proposed to him in Central City.

Because he conveyed all those emotions with just one look into her eyes, one short but meaningful confession, she didn't want him to give in to her immediately. They both needed to go through a thought process. They both needed to consider what Dr. Barton was saying, the doctor's concerns and whatever options they might have. They needed to be open with each other and come to a decision together.

A potentially life or death decision. It was something they had kind of done together for how many years now? So why was this one so different?

Oh yeah… because it was potentially their baby, their child, their family… and Felicity's life on the line.

She held her breath and looked down at her stomach. A little bit of anger made her heartbeat pulse stronger for a moment. Why couldn't this be simple? Why couldn't she have the I.U.D. removed, make love to her husband and then enjoy the amazing sensations of a life growing inside of her? Why couldn't she be on her way to her mother's house with Oliver and William to tell Donna that she would be a grandmother – again? Why couldn't she just stock the fridge full of chocolate ice cream and pickles and all of those other weird food choices that pregnant women experience?

"Damn it," she whispered toward the window.

She wasn't sure if the expletive was caused by all of those 'why' questions…or because they had somehow prodded more tears to form in her eyes.

Felicity breathed in shakily. "Three…" she breathed out a little roughly, "two…" she took a more cleansing breath, "and one," she slowly released that breath and followed it with two more, meditative type repetitions.

Then she closed her eyes and shook her head. Now her relaxation technique made her think of Lamaze classes and giving birth.

It was probably a good thing she was going to her mom's place. This wasn't going to be a quick fix. This would likely take several motherly distractions, including a few glasses of hot milk; probably a bottle or two of wine; more than likely some direct motherly insight from the woman who hadn't seemed to be much of a mom until the past few years; and quite possibly some gambling – emotional gambling, that is.

Felicity breathed deeply again and allowed herself to imagine the positives outweighing the negatives for a few minutes. She closed her eyes, put her hands on her abdomen and tried to imagine what Oliver might have dreamed.

The pure goodness she allowed herself to conjure up settled her just enough to get through the final hours of her flight.

Donna Smoak sat in her living room waiting. The lamp in the corner gave off just enough light for her to read a book in the somewhat comfortable chair she had chosen to accent her other furniture. She twirled a wisp of hair that fell to the side of her face as she read the pages of the mystery novel.

She couldn't say she was really into the book tonight. Her mind was certainly on the real mystery of the evening – was her daughter actually coming to her home and if so, why?

Instead of attempting to figure out those answers she had chosen to come home from work about an hour after Oliver called her, have some dinner and settle in for the evening.

If Felicity had left Star City around 5:30 or 6pm, there was no reason to start worrying until the clock hit around 7'ish in Las Vegas.

Donna had spent another half hour or so after dinner tidying up the few dishes she had used. And, she went upstairs to dust in the guest bedroom that she had decorated just for an occasion like this.

As much as she had enjoyed the apartment closer to the Vegas action, she had to admit there was something calming about coming home to the small, 3 bedroom, 2 ½ bath home that she had purchased after Felicity and Oliver married.

Felicity and William had enjoyed nearly a week in the home after maniacal Ricardo Diaz was captured and they were freed from ARGUS protective custody. Donna had been absolutely in heaven when Felicity brought her step-grandson for a visit.

She and Felicity had found even more of a common ground during that week. Single motherhood wasn't easy. With Oliver still serving a prison sentence, Felicity turned to her mom and got exactly what she wanted.

Understanding and love.

This evening, Donna was preparing herself to offer much of the same. Something was apparently troubling her daughter and she wanted to be a help, not a hindrance.

She mindlessly flipped another page of the book then had to squelch her gut reaction to throw open the front door and run squealing into the driveway when she heard a car door slam. Instead she calmly walked to the door, opened it and stood in the opening as she watched her daughter tip the cab driver and slowly move toward the house.

Donna could see Felicity's tear-stained face, even as her daughter attempted to smile at her. She opened her arms and let the younger woman melt into them before even setting a foot inside the house.

"Let's get you inside, Sweetheart," Donna finally said as a couple of cars drove past the house.

Felicity nodded but didn't say a word. She grabbed her suitcase and pulled it into the foyer. She let it sit at the bottom of the stairs not knowing exactly where she would spend the night - if she slept at all.

Donna held her hand as they walked into the living room and then she sat her daughter down on the couch. She, herself, sat down on the coffee table across from Felicity.

"Have you eaten?" She began with a hopefully safe question.

Felicity pressed her lips together and shook her head.

"Do you feel like eating?" Donna continued, getting another shake of the head.

"What can I do, Sweetheart?" She leaned forward and took one of Felicity's hands into hers.

Felicity shrugged her shoulders with tears beginning to stream again. "Hold me?" She finally requested.

Donna jumped at the opportunity, moving to the couch and taking her daughter into her arms once more. She felt the tears soaking through the unpadded shoulder of her thin t-shirt and realized that even more of them were likely pooling behind Felicity's glasses.

"Baby Doll, give me your glasses and your phone," Donna whispered against Felicity's temple.

Felicity obeyed, taking her glasses off, turning her face more tightly against her mom's shoulder and then reaching into her pocket to retrieve her phone which was still in airplane mode.

Ms. Smoak allowed another few minutes of silence while staring at the complicated smartphone. She held her daughter, touched the screen gingerly, but felt herself growing more and more frustrated by the electronic device every moment she couldn't figure out how to send a simple text.

"Baby?" She knew Felicity was beginning to calm down because her breathing had evened, the wetness from her tears was starting to dry and she had found a comfortable spot in her mother's arms.

"Hmmm?" Felicity responded quietly.

"Fix your phone for me. You know I have to let Oliver know that you're here." She stated plainly, hoping it wouldn't upset her again.

Felicity turned, not wanting to be out of her mother's hold. She looked at the device in Donna's hands and chuckled a somewhat snotty sound, thanks to the amount of tears she had cried.

Between the tears and no glasses, Felicity also struggled with her phone. But she took it from her mom's fingers and pressed a couple of buttons, tapped on the screen a few times and then suddenly a string of notifications began buzzing and beeping.

"Damn," she whispered.

"Felicity?" Donna wasn't reprimanding, just curious.

"He's in the air, he won't get a text till he lands." She spoke with a few pauses to sniffle and try to wrap her mind around her thoughts. She did quickly type a message to her husband, "At mom's."

She sat up a little reluctantly and asked her mom for her glasses back. Once they were dried and back over her eyes Felicity pulled one knee up under her chin and looked down at her phone. She didn't have to assume that the 3 missed calls and 21 text messages were from her husband, their son, or her mom.

She took a couple of minutes to look at the notes from Oliver and William which brought another round of quiet tears.

"Mom, are you ok? I waited, like you told me. Told Dad you were going to DD's. He's coming to get you."

"Felicity, please don't do anything without me. Let's talk, please."

"I love you. I'll be in Vegas by 11."

"You're my everything, Baby, please just let me know you're ok."

The other dozen or so were much the same context; lots of "ILY's" from William and pleas from Oliver that only added to her heartache.

Donna handed a newly-opened box of Kleenex to Felicity then sat down again on the coffee table across from her.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Donna dipped her head to try and watch Felicity's reaction. "Do I need to run interference with Oliver? If you've had an argument I can keep him away until you get your thoughts straight."

Felicity offered her mom a sad smile and reached for her hands.

"It's not like that. I…I probably need Oliver here. But I wanted you first. I just…I kinda need my mom," she admitted.

"Okay," Donna did her best not to bask in that one little statement.

"I got some news today, from my gynecologist."

Donna's eyes grew wide. All she could think to say was again, "Okay."

Felicity did her best to smile wider. "I can get pregnant. I should be able to. Everything…um…even after the paralysis and the setback with the bio-stimulator…I should be able to have a baby." She shrugged a single shoulder to indicate to Donna that this was good news.

But Donna could read the other side of her daughter's emotions quite easily. "But…" she kept herself from smiling thanks to the worry running through her.

"But," Felicity licked her lips just for moisture, "because of the bio-stimulator, I may not be able to carry a baby. Or, going full term could cause me to be paralyzed again. Or the stimulator could affect the baby's development."

Her bottom lip quivered as she shared some of the heart-wrenching thoughts that had taken over her mind. Felicity stared down at her hands that were once again resting on her abdomen.

Donna nervously rubbed her own palms over her thighs. "Oliver doesn't know this yet, does he," she watched Felicity's face fall even farther.

"No," she shook her head with the quiet answer. Felicity looked up at Donna. "I'm scared to talk to him about it."

Donna moved her hands from her knees to Felicity's. She squeezed slightly and gave her daughter a questioning look. "Scared?"

"Not like that," Felicity put a hand over one of her mother's. "I don't need Mama Bear," she smiled gingerly. "I just need…my mom."

Donna nodded, offered a sad smile in return and then moved back to the couch, wrapping her arms around Felicity and pulling her close.

"So, you two have talked about having a baby?" Donna wondered, curious, but mainly wanting Felicity to begin talking about her struggling thoughts.

Felicity took a deep breath and tried to take her nightmarish feeling back to the beginning.

"William kind of brought it up. Um, a couple of months ago he was joking with us. He caught us in a couple of compromising positions," Felicity had to laugh at the memory.

Donna smiled a genuine grin. "Whatever do you mean, Baby Doll? I can't imagine you and Oliver being all touchy-feely with each other…" she prodded easily.

Felicity nudged her mother's shoulder with her forehead. "Mother…" she took a slightly deeper breath and twitched her chin. "Honestly, can I help it if I enjoy enjoying my husband?" She smiled against her mother.

Donna laughed out loud for a split second. "Well no! Of course that's your wifely right! But, Felicity, you have a pre-teen boy in your home. You'd better enjoy each other behind locked doors."

Felicity raised up from Donna's embrace and looked her mother face to face with a tear-stained "Well DUH!" sort of gaze. "Thus the pre-teen lecture," she added with an eye roll.

"Will mentioned getting a little brother or sister while he was joking around," Felicity continued, putting her head back on Donna's shoulder. "Oliver and I talked a little bit about it later that evening."

"And?" Donna pressed.

Felicity sat up completely, pulling away from Donna and settling her feet back on the floor, uncomfortably. "And Oliver told me that one of the things he dreamed about…one of the ways he made it through his time in prison…was thinking about us having a baby of our own. He's thought about him and me and William…and a baby," she finished in a whisper.

"And how do you feel about that?" Donna wondered.

"I can't say it's been a dream of mine. At least it wasn't before…" Felicity stopped herself.

"Before what, Sweetheart?" Donna wanted her to open up with her with hopes that would make it easier to talk to Oliver.

"Before… Oliver," she took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I can honestly say that having kids of my own wasn't on my top 10 list growing up. Marriage, family…making a life together with someone…I didn't see it happening for me. After Dad left," she shook her head, "I didn't even want to think about having a family."

"Oh, Baby," Donna interjected, hurting herself with this part of Felicity's feelings.

Felicity took Donna's hands again in hers. "But after being with Oliver – after he told me that he loved me – I had second thoughts. I allowed myself to think that just maybe, maybe I could be a mom."

"You're wonderful with William," Donna complimented.

"He came fully baked and years out of the oven," Felicity commented. "He and I were thrown together to make the best of a bad situation. We both love Oliver and wanted him home with us. Plus, I think puberty is just beginning to set in. Daddy can deal with that!" she actually joked.

Donna reached up and wiped a lingering tear off Felicity's cheek. "So you and Oliver chatted about having a baby…"

Felicity nodded. "When we went to sleep that night, I decided to make an appointment with my gynecologist to find out if I could even try to get pregnant. I kept my i.u.d. after my paralysis. But I didn't know if the nerve damage had affected any pregnancy planning or not. I was too scared to even ask about that until that point."

"You didn't tell Oliver about the appointment?" Donna rubbed her thumbs over Felicity's knuckles feeling her daughter's tension picking up again.

"No." Felicity answered honestly. "I thought I would go and get my answers and then figure out what to tell him or how to tell him once I knew what my situation was. I didn't want to get my hopes up - but I wanted to…you know?"

Donna nodded. That she could certainly understand. "How high up did your hopes go?"

"Olivia and Oliver Junior…" Felicity admitted.

"Twins?" Donna raised her eyebrows and gave her daughter's blonde hair a questioning stare.

"Olivia um, Via, would be the sporty one, like her dad. O.J. would be brilliant but William still likes his little sister more…"

"Honey," Donna interrupted. "Today you got answers that have affected those thoughts. Now what do you think? What sent you running away from Oliver, to me?"

"Now?" Felicity swallowed roughly and her voice raised several decibels. "Now Via and O.J. don't even exist. Now I'm back to square one, wondering why I even thought about kids. Why did I even allow myself to think that I could be a mother? Why?!"

"Felicity," Donna attempted to calm her.

"It's not fair," Felicity continued a little more quietly. "This is just like Oliver saying that he loved me and then telling me he couldn't be with someone that he really cared about. It's like getting engaged to him and then getting paralyzed. Every time I get my hopes up I get shot down and I'm tired of it."

She paused for a second too long, letting more tears begin.

"Why?" She looked at her mother with the rhetorical question.

Donna cried as well, hurting for her baby girl. A young woman who had allowed herself to dream but had those dreams shattered or at the least interrupted one too many times. She couldn't help but wonder if she was to blame for part of Felicity's pain.

In that moment, however, Donna knew that she had a chance to try and make a positive difference in Felicity's dreams instead of hosting her own pity party.

"Are you listening to what you're saying, Baby Doll?" Donna tried to run backwards through their conversation in her mind.

"Yes," Felicity's unbelieving attitude came through with just one word.

Donna sat back a little farther on the couch and looked at her daughter. "Everything you just mentioned ended up turning out in your favor. You had to fight for Oliver. Now he's your husband. You had to fight to get through the paralysis. But you did- and just look at you now! Oliver has a son that he had to keep secret from you but you've found a way to love that boy and become his mother."

Felicity's mother looked at her seriously, reached out to run her finger over Felicity's cheek, and continued. "There's a Bible verse – I think it's in the New Testament, but still – it says that God won't give you more than you can handle. Felicity Smoak, you have grown into one of the strongest women I know. You have been on an emotional roller coaster more times than I can imagine but you have come off those rides ready to face life even stronger – every time. You've met every challenge. This is just another mountain for you to climb. And Baby, you are – you and Oliver and William – you're going to get over this one too. But you've gotta let them help you."

Felicity listened intently to her mother and began taking a series of deep breaths.

"Queen," Felicity stated simply after more deep breaths.

"Huh?" Donna wondered, just happy that she had been actually listening.

"My last name…it's Queen now." She smiled at Donna through her sadness.

Donna nodded. She grabbed a Kleenex from the box and dabbed at the own wetness under her eyes. "That you are. And Mrs. Queen, how are you going to move forward with the info that you got today?"

Felicity shivered. "Eww, Mrs. Queen was Oliver's mother. Maybe I should stick with Smoak…or hyphenate…" She let her mind wander for a second. "Smoak-Queen…Mrs. Smoak-Queen…Felicity Smoak-Queen…"

Donna rolled her eyes. "Really? You didn't think about this before marrying him? You've been in love with him for years, engaged to him for how long? And yet you never wrote your potential married name on a notebook?"

Felicity tilted her head. "Mom…"

"Focus," Donna instructed. "What did your doctor tell you today? Where do you go from here?"

Felicity nodded slowly. "Dr. Barton called this afternoon. She says all of my tests…everything is working as it should. The stimulator that's helping me walk probably kept me from being sterile. She doesn't see any reason that I can't get pregnant." Her smile was clouded by the doctor's other opinion. "The birth control device is likely doing its job -"

"Considering you and Oliver, I'd say it's been working overtime…especially since Oliver got home," Donna tried not to grin at her own thought.

"Mom!" Felicity chastised. "IF I wanted to dampen our sex life, I should've known maternal conversations would do the trick…"

"Sorry," Donna apologized.

"So," Felicity continued, "I could have the I.U.D. removed and I would probably be able to get pregnant. But that's where the good news stops." She took a long, deep breath and held it.

"Where the bio-stimulator is placed in my spine, the way it works, with an electric charge…Dr. Barton has no idea how that might affect a pregnancy."

"Or if, right?" Donna tried to sound encouraging, reaching again to hold Felicity's hands.

Felicity nodded. "Or, if it will affect one. She says we should consider it a high-risk pregnancy from the get-go. Meaning constant monitoring. And, most likely, because I'm the first person to ever have a working bio-stimulator, I'm going to be under a microscope, literally, because they'll want to know every effect, every change that this device could cause."

"And…" Donna wondered.

"And I couldn't have a normal pregnancy if I wanted to. I get that. I understand. The genius in me understands and is right there with them on the matter. Researchers, doctors, they need to know what this device can do, good and bad. But the wife in me, and any hints of maternal instincts has to wonder, can I not have something normal for once?" She huffed out a frustrated breath.

"On top of that," Felicity continued, "Dr. Barton is concerned that if I can carry a baby full term, that it might press against the stimulator and possibly paralyze me again. Do I want to take that chance? Do I want to leave Oliver with an infant to care for when I can't?"

Felicity pulled her hands from her mother's to adjust her glasses, wipe her eyes and rub her temples. Saying it out loud, reliving the conversation, hearing the thoughts come out of her own mouth, it was again a little overwhelming. "And with all that in mind, do I even want to attempt having a baby of my own?" She somewhat mumbled.

Donna's hand went to her daughter's cheek. She was beginning to understand Felicity's dilemma but knew there must be even more to her considerations.

"If you don't want to attempt it…if you decide not to have a baby…will Oliver be disappointed? Are you worried about hurting him with your decision?" the would-be grandmother wondered for both her son-in-law and for herself.

"Would you?" Felicity read her mom's thoughts. "If we decide not to try," she watched Donna's face for whatever indication she might give, "will you be disappointed?"

Donna's mouth dropped open slightly and she shook her head. "My feelings…don't matter here, Felicity. But NO," Donna adamantly shook her head, "with what you're telling me, how could I be disappointed." Her eyebrows knit together, trying to find the right words to say.

"Even if I was, that wouldn't change anything between us. My feelings shouldn't even be part of your consideration on this. This is a decision that you need to make. This is your body, your life. Having a baby…Honey, I love you. I would love a grandchild – just like I love my step-grandson. None of that will change, no matter what you decide. You deserve to be happy. And this is a choice for you and Oliver to make together. Whatever you decide, as long as you are happy, I will be happy."

Felicity smiled and leaned toward her mother for another hug.

"What?" Donna wondered of the meaningful, yet somewhat casual embrace.

"I'm expecting the same kind of answer from Oliver. He's going to say this is my choice; that he will find a way to be happy with whatever I decide." She pulled away from her mother and looked toward the coffee table.

"What's wrong with that?" Donna prodded.

"I need him to tell me what he really wants. I appreciate that he wants to give me the choice, and ultimately, selfishly, I know this is my decision. But I need to know how much he wants a baby…our baby…or, does being a dad – again- really mean that much to him. Does that make sense?"

Donna nodded, running a soothing hand up and down Felicity's bicep. "It does. But, Honey, do you really expect Oliver…Oliver…to tell you to put your life and safety on the line just so he can have a child with you?" She pressed her thumb a little more firmly into Felicity's upper arm making the two of them regain eye contact.

Felicity thought about what her mother was saying. She tilted her face as she looked at Donna seriously. "Yes," she nodded honestly. "If he wants us to have a baby and if he is willing to take those risks, I need him to tell me," she paused, obviously unfinished with her thought. "Because if he is willing to take those risks…I think I am, too. But I need to know."

The gentle knock against the wooden door startled both women but they knew immediately who was there. After looking at each other for just another moment, understanding beginning to wash over both of them, Donna sent Felicity to answer the knock.

Felicity slowly pulled the door open revealing Oliver's tired and worried face.

"Hi," she offered almost silently.

"Hi," he responded and quickly reached out with his free hand to place his palm on her cheek.

Felicity stepped back a couple of steps, opening the door a bit wider for him to come in the house. She leaned against the wood and watched him take two steps inside, just enough to get himself close to her.

And, as soon as she pushed the door closed behind him, Oliver wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. He then slid down her body, settling himself on his knees in the floor. His hands immediately went to her abdomen, gently resting there as he looked up into her face.

"Please don't make a decision about this by yourself. Felicity, please. Please talk to me."

Chapter Three – Talk