This chapter is obviously shorter, but hopefully there is still some substance in it! ;) This one has a little smattering of 'mature' content but I don't think it goes overboard with the T+ rating. (If you disagree, please let me know!) Sorry for the wait, but you know how real life sometimes puts a damper on the creative flow!

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Chapter Five – Live

Felicity stretched and scrunched her nose. The buzzing noise was annoying her.

Then she realized it was her phone making the noise.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment, trying to gain her bearings in this obviously strange bedroom.

Then it dawned on her… she turned her head and tilted it slightly to see her husband's bare back turned toward her. She smiled and glanced down at what she was wearing.

He had followed her to Vegas to make sure she was okay. And he had given her the shirt off his back to make her comfortable.

There was the buzzing again…frack that's annoying!

Her eyes couldn't quite focus on the device screen from her location on the bed so she reached out clumsily with her hand to grab it. When she could see William's picture on the screen she worked to sit up to answer the call.

"William? Is everything okay?" she started in a near panic. The moment was reminiscent of just a couple of times she had gotten caught at work overnight while Oliver was imprisoned.

"Mom?" William's worried voice spoke to her. "I'm fine. Are you okay? I talked to D.D. earlier and she said you and dad were asleep. We were hoping that meant things are okay."

"Oh, my sweet boy, I am so sorry," Felicity kept her voice quiet in order to let Oliver sleep.

She uncovered her legs and slid off the mattress, choosing to take the seat by the small table her mom had sitting near the window of the room. Felicity was a little surprised that the sun was already showing above the houses.

"Dad didn't call last night and neither did you. Raisa said 'no news is good news' but I was still worried," William explained.

"I'm sorry," Felicity reiterated. "We're both okay. There's just some stuff we need to talk about. It's a little easier to be by ourselves to talk about them though. Not quite as many distractions here, for us, I mean, as there are in Star City," she said.

"You mean distractions like me?" William pouted slightly and Felicity could practically hear it in his voice. It was a talent she had learned many times over from talking to Oliver via phone or coms in the field. And, William had apparently inherited the pouty vocal talents of his father.

"Nooo," Felicity corrected him. "I mean distractions like work and grocery shopping and just having to leave home in general."

William considered what she was saying. "You and dad need a little time to yourselves?"

Felicity nodded to herself. "Yeah, I hope you can understand. Every now and then," she emphasized the time distance between those two words, "we need a little time to focus on each other and little issues that come up. We can work through them, but sometimes there isn't a quick, at-home, kind of fix."

"Sooo, you aren't upset with me?" William wondered aloud the other issue he was dealing with.

"What?" Felicity sounded slightly surprised. "No, no way! You handled things perfectly. I hope you aren't upset with me."

William smiled softly. They had had several conversations like this over the past year. Felicity always made him feel like he was part of the process, figuring out answers and solutions. He was still trying to understand why she and Oliver needed to be a thousand miles away to figure this one out, but at least she thought he had done the right thing.

"No, just worried. Especially when Dad came home and was kind of panicked too. I looked up Dr. Barton. I know her patients are women who are having babies," he tried to throw that into the conversation as normally as he could.

"Will, she also takes care of women who want to have babies and those who can't. Pregnant women aren't the only ones that she sees," Felicity explained, knowing very well what their son was trying to ask.

"Which one are you?" William chanced asking directly.

Felicity felt herself blush. She remembered Oliver saying that William would prefer a little sister. So obviously William was thinking that a little sibling was already in the proverbial oven.

"Will," her motherly voice came out firmly but gently. "I'm not pregnant. And, I need you to realize that having a baby – whether your dad and I have a baby or not – that's our decision. Okay? Dad told me that you would like a little sister. I appreciate your support, but this is a big decision that he and I need to make together. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yeah," William answered her politely. "I was just… before dad left and I looked up Dr. Barton…I just thought…I wanted you to know that IF you were, um, pregnant. I wouldn't be upset about that. I wouldn't mind being a big brother. I love you and Dad and I think it'd be cool. I think – well, I know – you'd be a pretty badass mom."

Felicity smiled at his words. She really did love this boy. He had become her son and she was over-the-moon proud of him. "I appreciate that, Will. I really, really do. And I love you, too. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know," she could hear him grinning.

"Hey," Felicity squinted her eyes to look at the time on the phone dock by the bed, "It's like 8:30 in the morning over here. Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I am," William countered. "I just…I told Mrs. Rice we had had a little family emergency and I wanted to check on you."

Oh Dear God… Felicity suddenly felt anxious about this whole phone conversation. "William, is anyone listening to our chat?"

"Nooo," he shook his head and looked up and down the empty hallway. "I came outside the room. Class has already started so the hall is empty."

"Oh, okay," Felicity gave a verbal sigh of relief. "Listen, Bud, let's keep this all to ourselves okay? Nobody needs to know that your mom freaked out and ran off last night. And they certainly don't need to know that this has anything to do with babies or baby doctors or anything like that, alright?"

William nodded and traced an arc on the tile floor with the toe of his tennis shoe. "Yeah, yeah, I get it."

"Get back to class, please. Dad and I will probably be home tomorrow, okay? Tell Raisa we will give her a call a little later this evening," Felicity instructed.

"Okay, will do," William answered, sounding much more settled than he had when she first answered.

As they ended their call, Felicity looked back at the bed where Oliver had rolled over onto his stomach. She realized she probably had disturbed his sleep with the conversation, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

She sat looking at him for just another moment. Her mind thought about the past 12 hours or so, the call from her doctor and how her mind had immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario and the feeling of losing all hope on the matter. She thought about the twins again – her imaginary children at this point – and she let herself smile.

Felicity really did want to know Oliver's true feelings about having another child or children. Considering the potential complications that her body could cause, she needed to know if he was willing to take those risks.

She put a hand on her belly and looked down at it. After talking to Donna, and following the emotional wave that she and Oliver had ridden out together, she was feeling much more settled, almost content.

"Felicity?" Oliver's voice was a little mumbled since his head was buried in a pillow.

She smiled and wandered back to the bed, climbing in beside him and immediately running her fingers through the short hair above his ear.

Oliver hummed at her touch and sucked in a long breath. "Was that William?" He asked with a sleepy morning voice.

Felicity nodded with the awareness that he wasn't looking at her while her short fingernails were massaging his scalp. "Yeah."

"Is everything ok? Oh, damn, I was supposed to call them when I found you last night." Oliver still didn't open his eyes but Felicity felt him tense at the thought.

She leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his temple. "It's fine. Apparently Raisa and Mom have chatted already this morning. Raisa reassured Will and he's at school. All good."

Oliver squinted as he finally allowed his eyelids to uncover his blue irises. He smiled to see his wife watching him, her fingers randomly wandering through his hair and his beard with comforting strokes - no matter where she touched.

"He really does love you, you know that, right?" He watched as Felicity just slightly rolled her eyes with the tiniest bit of embarrassment.

"I do know that," she tilted her head to make sure she could look into his eyes. "And I love him, very much. Just like I love you, very much." She smiled again and touched the tip of her index finger to his nose.

After another second of just staring at each other, Felicity continued. "Good morning," she bent over and whispered against the shell of his ear as she rubbed his earlobe between her index finger and thumb.

Her smile was even wider when he shivered at her whisper and waited for her fingers to reactivate.

He didn't move, deciding quickly that he was perfectly happy to let her run her hands wherever she chose on his body. Her voice – even just the few words she had said to him – was much more 'Felicity-esque'.

Felicity must have read his mind as she made herself more comfortable in the bed, lying on her side and letting her fingers wander to his neck and over his shoulder.

Oliver blinked and met her eyes as she found a comfortable spot on the pillow with her other hand tucked underneath the softness. He smiled a quirky little grin toward her and watched her nose twitch, returning his sentiment.

"I do love you," Felicity continued tracing mindless patterns over his skin and muscles as she looked him face to face.

"And I love you," Oliver didn't hesitate. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Felicity let her eyes move to her fingers and the scar on Oliver's shoulder that she was now outlining. "Not as freaked out," she said and then looked back into his eyes. "Thank you for coming after me."

Oliver turned onto his side somewhat quickly in response to her gratitude. "You don't have to thank me for that. You know that. If you need me I'll follow you anywhere. I just hate the idea that you needed to leave without talking to me first."

"Oh," Felicity propped her head up in her palm with her elbow resting on the pillow, "because you would never do that, right?" She gave him a sarcastic look.

"I," Oliver stopped to think about how he wanted to respond, knowing she was only drawing that comment from past circumstances. "I've grown a lot since then," he decided.

Felicity tilted her head with more sarcasm.

"But you came after me, didn't you?" Oliver reminded her.

She had to nod. "Yeah, I did."

Oliver raised himself up enough to lean over his wife and place a gentle kiss on her lips. "How many times, since we got married, have you told me that I can't go off half-cocked, by myself? Being married means we are in this together now, for the long haul."

Felicity laid her head back onto the pillow, watching Oliver's lips as he talked to her.

"So you're turning my words around on me now?" she placed a hand on his cheek and bit her bottom lip.

"Damn straight," Oliver answered before lowering his lips to hers again and taking the opportunity to remind his wife just how 'together' he wanted to be.

"Mmmm," Felicity hummed and Oliver could feel her smiling under his own lips.

He truly enjoyed the pleasure she took from their kisses. The first time he kissed her she was in shock, reeling from his profession of love and yet confused because he was breaking away from her before they had truly even began. And yet, ever since the night they first made love, Felicity practically devoured him and his kisses – and Oliver loved it.

"Are you ready to talk a little more about Dr. Barton's phone call?" He pulled away from her just enough to quietly ask his question.

Felicity easily raised her head enough to place another kiss on his lips. "I am," she answered with a stronger but still shy voice. "But," she ran her hands over Oliver's chest, looking at his body without hesitation. "Maybe," she looked back into his face as her hands made their way to his neck and she let her fingers link at the back of his head, "after breakfast?"

Oliver smiled at her. "And by breakfast, you mean..." he lowered his face to hers once more and merged his lips with hers happily.

His hand easily slid down her smaller body and found the edge of his t-shirt. This time Felicity shivered as his gentle fingers began their circling, wandering path over her thigh.

As their kisses continued and deepened, he bypassed her most sensitive area, letting his larger hand drag across the front of her panties on his quest to reach the part of her body that he had completely undressed last night.

When his fingers reached their destination and began tortuously stroking the underside of her breast, Felicity let out a moan that made Oliver smile against her lips.

"Where's my bra?" she asked without enough air to make her vocal cords work.

"You made me take it off you last night. Are you complaining?" Oliver whispered against her jaw, taking just a moment away from her lips to make sure he enjoyed her pleasure.

"Oliver," her voice got lost again as he raked his teeth against her earlobe.

"This is what you get for making me undress you – and for using the shirt off my back as your pajamas." His declaration was lost between the feel of his breath in her ear canal and the nipping motion that put her earring between his teeth simultaneously.

Why again had she run away from him?

"Oli-ver," she tried again as their arms and legs tangled trying to steal the few remnants of clothing they were each wearing.

He hesitated just a second, a little bit of reality still sitting at the front of his mind; the idea that making love, following Felicity's meltdown just hours before, might be more than she needed to process in this moment.

Oliver pulled away from her just far enough to look into her face. Her hands sat on the waistband of his boxer shorts, his last piece of clothing. His arms braced his body above hers which was now lying naked beneath him.

Felicity fluttered her eyes and squinted to see his expression. "What's wrong?"

"Are you sure… I mean… us- this- right now?"

Felicity licked her lips and grinned at her husband. "Sentence fragments? Olivuuhhrrrr..." And there was the convincing whine again.

Oliver rolled his eyes and shook his head as he felt her fingers beginning to tug at the waistband of his underwear.

Felicity easily pushed the thoughts from the previous day out of her head. "I'm...sure..." she bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on ridding him of his last piece of clothing which was covering the part of him that she was most craving at that moment. "Just help me get this arrow out of its quiver and hit your mark, would you?"

Oliver's eyes practically rolled to the back of his head. Perhaps she needed to freak out more often. Then he could chase her, calm her fears, and let her thank him by making references to his anatomical 'arrow'.

He pressed his lips to hers as he slowly lowered his body onto her. "Just remember," Oliver whispered.

Felicity couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips as she finally felt him fully against her. She opened her eyes as she heard his words and felt him beginning to press into her heat.

"Oli-"

He shut her up with another kiss and then finished his thought, "You know...I - don't – miss…"

Donna knew her kids were awake as she opened her bedroom door and started to cross the hall to peek in on them. Two steps outside of Felicity and Oliver's room was about the point she actually heard their voices.

Felicity's mom wanted to think that she was the type of mom who wouldn't eavesdrop on her daughter's conversation. But who was she kidding? If the married couple's morning chat would help her learn more about the rest of last night's discussions…

She nestled her ear against the door.

Donna shook her head. Her daughter still spoke 90-miles-a-minute and Oliver – well, Oliver apparently knew how to use his quiet, sexy voice to talk to his wife while they were still in bed. "Damn," Donna knew that whole scenario could be good or bad.

Although, the two of them were in there together. That had to count for something.

"Mmmm," Ms. Smoak's eyes widened at the other sound that apparently emitted from her daughter.

"Well," she swallowed and whispered to herself before smiling, "I'll take that as a good sign."

She quickly tiptoed away from the door and headed down the stairs. She would start another pot of coffee, set the fruit and cereal on the table and happily wait for a breakfast conversation ... a little later in the morning.

Chapter Five – Live