Sorry this has taken so long - and that there IS a part 2 coming. I'm getting excited about Arrow Season 7 even though it's still 2 months away! But, thank God for YouTube and Netflix to help me get my Olicity fix! Hey - don't ever hesitate to catch me on Facebook and toss me an Olicity pic or gif - PLEASE! lol

Hope you'll enjoy this 'beginning to the end' of this story. Thanks for sticking with me and for all your reviews and comments! I love them - as I like to say, your reviews feed my muse! haha!

KTOLF Everyone! ;)
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Oh! PS - when you come to the name 'Ayser' in this story... yes, I found that it's defined as a 'male' name, but I know a young woman by that name who is a strong and confident person! The name is pronounced 'Ace-uhr' with the nickname being Ays, or 'ace'. I hope that makes sense!

Epilogue – Part 1

"Oliver!" Felicity raised her voice from the bathroom knowing that her husband was either putting away laundry in their closet or he was making something for brunch on this Sunday morning.

He had rerouted her plan for spending an extra hour in bed together with a promise of French toast – a treat he knew she had craved for the past nine months. And, he had fulfilled that craving for her almost every weekend in that time frame.

At this moment, however, she had another craving, one that her husband had avoided fulfilling for a few weeks now. Frankly, she was a bit put out with him about it and had the urge to go into full CEO mode on him if he didn't give in to these wishes.

"Are you okay?" Oliver hurried to open the unlocked bathroom door just enough to peer into the mirror to see her reflection.

"Not really," Felicity answered.

He noticed that her voice didn't sound anxious or harried. Their eyes had met through the mirror when he opened the door. But now he was staring at her as she unwrapped the oversized bath towel from her naked body. Her breasts were larger now, and my god, she looked absolutely beautiful and practically scrumptious.

Oliver attempted to even out his breaths and tightened his grip on the door handle, determined not to go any farther into the room.

"What's…what's wrong?" He cleared his throat, inadvertently letting her know that seeing her this way was having an effect on him.

"What's wrong?" Felicity let the towel drop to the floor, walked to the door and opened it fully, making sure to put her hands on her waist, nearly forcing him to look at her body – at least some part of it.

Oliver shifted back and forth on his heels. He swallowed roughly and still attempted to avoid … those eyes. But as a typical man, his vision shifted lower on her body, to the pert breasts that were obviously trying to steal his attention.

Felicity smiled with her top teeth grazing her bottom lip.

"What's wrong…" Felicity stepped as close to him as she could get, the swell of her belly pushing against his groin, her hands working their way up from his chest to his trim beard and then holding onto his cheeks. She tiptoed, making sure to let the entire front of her body press against him as she placed a hungry kiss to his lips.

Oliver's resolve was gone. Hell, it had been gone for weeks. If she had pushed this issue at any point; well, if she had pushed it farther than a whine, he would've given in to her. This morning, with their son spending the day with a friend, he knew her push had come to shove and he was going to be on the losing end – well…losing this battle certainly wasn't the worst thing that could happen.

He moved his hands to her waist, very gently caressing her hip bones as he enjoyed her kiss, welcomed it and didn't hesitate to join her.

Felicity could feel his excitement through his jeans and realized even more how much she had missed him…having him.

She pulled back and lowered her heels to the floor, a little short of breath but enjoying the fact that her husband was also breathing heavily with his eyelids still closed.

"Why won't you make love to me?" She finally asked, knowing she had his attention. "Am I not…attractive…right now?" Felicity thought he was practically mesmerized by her pregnant body, but over the past few weeks she began to wonder if she had thought wrong.

Oliver's eyelids lifted and he looked into her face with a most serious gaze. "What?"

Felicity's hands dropped to his wrists, exposing her body to him with a slight step backwards. "You haven't wanted to… touch me… in weeks. I thought you loved this," she placed one hand above her belly button which had practically disappeared.

"I…do," Oliver raised his eyebrows and slowly ran his eyes from where her hand sat, back to her eyes. "Felicity, me…us…not making love has nothing to do with how attractive you are. My GOD, you don't realize how attracted I am to you?"

"Well," Felicity pushed her baby belly against the pressure in his pants and smiled a little shyly. "This is the first time in about three weeks that you've let me get close enough to really feel it."

"Two weeks, four days and about two hours…" he supplied a little gruffly, letting her know that he was hyper-aware of the last time they had really been intimate.

Oliver bent his head down to kiss her again, and began to let his hands rub up and down her sides, his thumbs skimming her breasts and then wandering around her to cup her backside and pull her tightly against him.

Both of them groaned in pleasure. Felicity barely realized that her hips began to move almost instinctively as she devoured his kiss. Her craving for his touch, his kisses, his hands on her body, all came together. She wound her hands around his neck practically begging him not to take his time.

"Felicity," Oliver pulled back, breathed a slow breath through his parted lips and attempted to regain control.

"No, Oliver, please," she tugged at his shirt doing her best to get it over his head, pleading with him, physically, to at least remove part of his clothing.

He breathed deeply again. "I don't want to chance hurting you…or the baby." He met her eyes finally letting her see that there was a fear in them. One that he hadn't mentioned to her or allowed her to witness, obviously, for the past month.

"Oh Baby," Felicity put a hand on his cheek and then used her other hand to place one of his on her abdomen. "Is that why?" Her eyebrows creased, the realization forming in her brain, at last.

Oliver nodded, a little sadness, a little embarrassment, and a lot of want written all over his face.

"We've gotten this far with our baby. I – I don't want to chance doing anything to hurt P.Q. … or YOU…" he emphasized. "God, Felicity, if something happened to you, now," he shook his head and she could see the tears in his eyes, "I'd never forgive myself."

P.Q. Felicity grinned, even while her husband was admitting his impassioned fear. They had opted to not find out the gender of their baby. William, at age 14, was not happy about that decision. And, since he had wanted a little sister for years, he started calling the unborn baby, 'Princess Queen'. Oliver had balked at the name until Felicity interceded and they agreed on using the initials 'P.Q.' They could stand for Princess or Prince Queen and they were a contribution from P.Q.'s older brother.

Once her mind bypassed the thought of P.Q. and her husband's fear, she wrapped her hands around Oliver's waist, now determined not to let go of him until she somehow got what her body wanted, one way or another.

"Oliver," Felicity splayed her small hands along his lower back, feeling the familiar muscles and scar tissue beneath her fingertips. Oh God, even that was turning her on at this moment.

He pressed his lips together and watched her cute grin move into a determined expression as her eyes scanned his face, his neck, chest, and settled momentarily on where her nakedness and his clothed body met. She took a deep breath and moved her eyes back to his.

"I am 39 weeks pregnant. I – we – have been in Dr. Barton's office at least twice a week for the past six weeks…extra visits for the Braxton-Hicks contractions but still, no P.Q. yet. The doctor and all the tests she has run say our baby is just fine. Strong heartbeat, growing well. She says I am fine. Blood pressure is fine, no signs of paralysis, or even tingly, pinched-nerve symptoms. Ok? I can feel anything and everything. And I would really like to feel something right now. No activity restrictions. That is the big one I need you to understand. Are you listening to me?"

Oliver nodded and yet there was still a pained look on his face. "I know," he managed to squeak out in a scared voice, "but if…"

Felicity put a finger over his lips. She knew she was losing ground with the slight change in the tension below Oliver's waistband.

"No – 'buts'. Oliver, I need you. Please. I am not talking about doing anything wild and crazy here. I just want my husband to make love to me. I am on the verge of having our baby and my body… Oliver, you have no clue… my body wants your hands all over me, right now. Every part of me that can crave sex…has been craving it – with you – for like two weeks now."

Oliver sucked in a breath. Well, how do you say no to that? She had successfully started the growing tension again.

As he thought about her words, Felicity's fingers began fumbling with the button on his jeans followed by the quick unzipping sound that took a little pressure off his tightening situation.

"So," Oh, she was still…talking? "If you don't take me to the shower, or the bed, or take me somewhere, right now… I'm going to tackle you to the floor, strip you and … and…"

Oliver quickly put his lips over hers. He put his hands on her waist, thinking she would wrap her legs around him, reminiscent of so many times when he had lifted and carried her to a bed…or a mat…or a kitchen counter…

Their lips parted momentarily, as both of them realized this was a little different. She couldn't just hop into his arms on this occasion. They both smiled as reality hit them. So Oliver bent a little lower, wrapping his hands under her behind, still lifting his wife easily until she could squeeze her knees to his hips and reattach their lips.

When he lowered her to the bed Felicity reached toward him, wanting to help rid him of his other clothing. But Oliver shook his head, wanting her to simply lie there, on their bed, ready for him to join her.

"Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?" Oliver held her gaze as he slipped his jeans and boxers off his body.

Felicity blushed with a shy smile. Her eyes wandered over him fully as Oliver climbed into the bed beside her.

Oliver bent over and placed loving kisses on her belly, feeling the push of a little person, growing inside of her. He rubbed his cheek over the area, and then more kisses were placed up her sternum until he was able to rest his bearded chin between her breasts.

"You are so, so beautiful. Felicity Smoak Queen, I didn't think I could enjoy your body any more than I have since the first time we made love. But I was wrong."

He took slow moments placing kisses on the sides of her breasts, his hands massaging the baby bump and daring to dip onto her thighs dangerously close to the area that would quickly push Felicity over the edge.

Felicity moaned eagerly. She threaded her fingers through his hair and began writhing her legs, trying to make him slide his fingers across the hot slickness that she could feel building.

Oliver teased her and himself as he put one of his legs over one of hers, nestling himself as close to her as possible, laying one arm directly over her breasts as he then began kissing her collarbone, her shoulder, her neck and her jaw.

"Oliv-" Felicity breathed out and he smiled.

She could feel his full length against her thigh. When he pressed against her, his hips moving almost involuntarily, she tried to turn, to place his hardness again, between her legs. Instead he held her down with that one strong leg draped across hers.

As sexy as it felt, Felicity was again getting frustrated.

"Oliver," she found her breathy voice and wasn't amused at all when his response was a soft laugh against her earlobe.

"You realize my threat still stands, don't you?" She attempted to 'scare' him, followed by an "Mmmmm… yessss… more…" when his hardened length moved closer to her center and his fingers finally found their way into her heat.

"You're sure…" Oliver finally met her lips for a kiss and allowed her to wrap her arms around him pressing their bodies together. "This is ok?" He put his forehead on hers and watched her heavy eyelids open gingerly to speak to him.

"Mmmhmmm," she kissed his lips, nipping on his upper lip and then running her tongue over it sensuously.

"You truly know how to kill a man, don't you?" Oliver asked.

She grinned seductively but continued her kisses as their hands kept roaming, touching, kneading and pleasuring. "Only one," she answered before letting him move to her neck where his beard and lips left a trail of redness on her tender skin.

"By the way…" She breathed heavily and was very happy to feel him trying to find a position that would make their coupling most enjoyable for both of them. "Dr. Barton also said sex could induce labor."

"Is that so?" Oliver considered her words as he encouraged his wife to take one of their most pleasurable positions, straddling his waist.

"Mmm-hmmm" Felicity practically moaned as a single touch of his taut skin against her sensitivity brought her right to the brink.

Oliver matched with a groan of his own, truly realizing what three weeks away from his wife had caused them both.

And, while they each showed some restraint - P.Q always being considered - Mr. and Mrs. Queen took several more opportunities that day to make up for lost time trying to bring their little one into the world.

(8 Months Later...) Oliver sat on the couch with eyes drooping. The sound of whimsical, childish music streamed from the television. At what point could his youngest offspring watch something along the lines of Armageddon…or even Superman?

The 8 month old in his arms squirmed a little, trying to find a comfortable fit in Dad's muscular arms while finishing the bottle which was supposed to be the key to a good night's sleep.

Oliver looked down at the little blue eyes that didn't appear to be tired in the least. "It's almost 10. You're supposed to be snoring right now so I can get myself into bed."

The little one reached up with an uncoordinated hand to pet Oliver's beard. The grin from behind the bottle nipple made Oliver roll his eyes. He stared at the little face, blonde hair with a reddish tint and Felicity's nose. God they had made a beautiful baby.

He leaned his head back just enough to get out of the little one's reach. "Not play time. It's sleepy time – for Daddy at least. What's got your sleep schedule all off kilter?"

The child cooed, pulling the bottle away from her mouth enough to smile at her father.

"Is that so?" Oliver spoke softly. He attempted to replace the bottle, but his daughter pushed it away and scrunched her face at him.

"I know, I know. It's not Mommy, but we can do this. She will be home in a couple of days." He tried to keep the softest of looks on his face which wasn't hard as he let the beauty of his daughter seep through him yet again.

The road to this little miracle had been somewhat rocky. What started with the startling call from Felicity's ob/gyn three years prior had weaved through a maze of enjoyment as they first worked to get pregnant which led to a disappointment in the form of a false positive home pregnancy test; then heartache when a miscarriage took their first real embryo and then finally the amazing life that Oliver now held in his arms.

It was enough to make him cry every time he had the opportunity to hold her and purely enjoy her life.

His only regret was that he hadn't had this chance with William. But they were still in an amazing place with their blended family.

Just as Oliver got the baby to settle back in with her bottle and leaned his head back against the top of the couch cushion, his first-born child came through the door.

Oliver immediately opened his eyes again and looked at 15 year old William with hands on his hips in deep thought.

As soon as William walked toward the couch his little sister spit the bottle out yet again and reached for him.

Without a word William scooped the little girl into his arms and his facial expression changed to a smile. "Why are you still up?" he asked, tickling her chin and loving how she talked to him in her baby babble.

Oliver whined slightly, a near role reversal between father and teenager. "She won't go to sleep for me. Why does she like you better than me? I've told you, the last two nights the only way we've gotten to sleep is me putting her down in mine and Mom's bed. She won't go in her crib, at-all."

William looked at his father. "Are you following mom's instructions? Sometimes you just have to put her down and let her cry herself to sleep. You know that. It's not like you aren't here at bedtime almost every night." His tone was almost sarcastic.

"I know," Oliver sighed. "But your mom just has the touch."

"Yeah, so why'd you let her go to Central City for a long weekend?" William again had a sarcastic edge.

"She needed it. You know she needed it. A girls' weekend will benefit her and us." Oliver answered and watched as William continued to make their little girl giggle – a far cry from the sleepiness she needed.

Finally Oliver stood up and motioned to William to pass the baby back to him. "We're going to bed. Whether she likes it or not," he grumbled slightly. "Are you alright?" He scrunched his eyebrows and looked more closely at William.

William let out a quick breath through his nose. "Yeah, but I was talking to the guys and I've been thinking… what would it take to change my name?"

At nearly midnight the bedroom door opened silently, letting a sliver of light enter the room from the hall nightlight. Felicity slipped her sweater off her shoulders and looked toward the bed where Oliver was obviously laying. But there was another smaller bundle moving around on Felicity's side of the mattress.

"Ayser Olivia Smoak Queen," Felicity whispered. "Why aren't you in your crib?"

"Felicity, Honey?" Oliver's sleepy voice spoke and his head turned toward the door. "Why are you home? What time is it?"

Felicity sat down on the wooden frame of the bed and quickly picked up their daughter. "First things first…why is Ayser in here?"

"She wouldn't go to sleep for me," Oliver pouted.

Felicity rolled her eyes in the darkness. "Meaning you couldn't stand to hear her cry for just a few minutes in her crib."

"You know I don't like it when either of my girls is crying," Oliver attempted.

"Ah-" Felicity scoffed at him. "Oliver, you're spoiling her. And I am not…"

Oliver quickly scooted toward her and reached up, finding her cheek in the limited light, trying to save himself. "You know you'll always be my girl, Felicity."

"Not working this time," Felicity cradled her baby girl in her arms and smiled at the little yawn that escaped the tiny lips.

Oliver tried a different approach, "Why are you back home already? You were supposed to be in Central City till Monday. Is everything okay?" he wondered somewhat seriously.

"Is William home?" Felicity wondered and could make out Oliver's nod as her eyes adjusted.

"Let me go put Ayser in bed. Stay awake if you can, Papa Bear," Felicity instructed.

"Wait! Wait…" Oliver put a hand on her arm before she could stand up with their daughter. "Let me give her a kiss," he sat up and placed a gentle kiss against Ayser's head and then pulled on his wife's arm enough that she also bent over and shared a short, lip-to-lip kiss with him.

"What am I going to do with you?" Felicity shook her head. She could feel Oliver's smile even though she couldn't actually see it.

"Love me?" He requested.

She let out a quick sigh. "If you don't learn to put Ays down in her crib for the night I can't make any promises," Felicity smiled in response to Oliver's quick "But-" response.

She loved the fact that he was so in love with her – with them, and she with him. He may have been their city's Deputy Mayor 'Handsome', but he was hers completely.

He knew her early return was probably some kind of punishment for letting their daughter sleep in their room while Felicity was away. He was hoping he wouldn't get caught, but… If William had tattled on him he would make the boy pay!

"Hey," Oliver grabbed her bicep gently again before Felicity could get up, "I'm glad you're home," he smiled at her and tugged on her arm until she bent down and gave him another kiss. "I missed you," he hoped she could see how much he meant that.

"Hold that thought," Felicity kissed his lips sweetly and then got up, carrying the baby in her arms.

Oliver rolled back to his side of the bed and put his hands under his head, waiting for Felicity to come back. He could hear her bare feet padding down the hallway to the baby's bedroom. He could hear Felicity humming to little Ayser when they entered the room, and even bit louder when she laid their little girl down into her crib. The baby monitor sitting on the dresser picked up every minute sound.

He cringed when he heard the whimper and an outright whine from the overly-tired little body.

"Aa-aaa" Felicity gently chastised the baby and immediately the cry stopped. "Mommy doesn't play that game. Daddy," she hesitated, making sure she was speaking directly into the monitor microphone, "is a big softie who is going to have to get on board with the bedtime routine if he ever wants Mommy to have enough energy again for the nighttime routine that he enjoys."

With that she stopped talking, patted the little girls back for another minute and then walked out of the room. Ayser was sound asleep. And, when Felicity walked back into their bedroom, she found Oliver grinning from a daydream that involved him, her, and a very early bedtime.

"Wipe that grin off your face," she smiled at him knowing exactly the types of thoughts that had apparently kept him awake for those few minutes that she was in the other room. "Between text messages, the train ride and then coming home to find my side of the bed occupied, I've got no energy for that right now."

"Sorry," Oliver apologized. He rolled onto his side and readjusted Felicity's pillows and the comforter as she quickly changed into one of his t-shirts and climbed into bed.

He moved back to his side of the bed and laid on his back, waiting for her to get situated. Then he stretched his arm out, offering her his shoulder for a pillow and Felicity easily accepted. "Is that a little better?" Oliver draped his arm over her shoulder and linked his hand with hers.

"Yeah," Felicity gave out a gentle sigh, happy to be home and in her husband's arms. "I missed you too, you know?"

"I am glad to hear that," Oliver placed a kiss into her hair. "I was afraid you would decide to take another week off because you were actually getting to sleep all night," he joked – or attempted to. "Which leads me to ask again… Why are you home already? Not that I mind, this is where I want you to be every night."

Felicity turned her head to place a kiss on his bicep and let out a sigh. "William," she started.

"Did he tell you I was letting Ayser sleep in here? That little tattle tale!" Oliver sounded like a wounded sibling.

"What?" Felicity raised her voice ever-so-slightly. "No, Oliver you're nuts."

"Ayser likes him better than me," he now whined.

"Would you stop?" Felicity smacked his arm and pulled herself out of his embrace in order to raise up on her elbow. With a hand on his chest, helping her balance she looked down at him in the faint light of the room and shook her head.

"William texted me this evening. He said he was hanging out with a couple of the guys. They were talking about school and how the teachers knew them all because of their older brothers or sisters. Will started wondering if they would know that he and Ayser are brother and sister because of their age difference, and because they have different last names. He wants to change his name."

Felicity ran her hand over Oliver's chest, thinking about the conversation she had shared with their son.

"It's not the first time he and I have talked about it, Oliver. There's a little piece of William that still wonders if he's really a part of this family because he doesn't share our last name."

She could tell this was something that might be hitting Oliver out of the blue. To give him time to consider her thoughts, she moved back into their comfortable pre-sleep positions with his forearm resting between her breasts as she linked her fingers with his.

"He told me the first part of that a little earlier. The part that he and the guys were discussing. It's the first time he's mentioned it to me," Oliver spoke into the darkness, feeling just a little hurt that William hadn't broached the subject, with him, before.

"Is it something you've thought about since he came into your life?" Felicity wondered and pulled his fingertips to her lips to place soft kisses against them.

"Well, yeah," Oliver answered softly. "I would love for him to have my last name. He is a Queen, Felicity. But I didn't want to mention it… I didn't want him to think that I was trying to take Samantha completely away from him. Clayton is what she wanted him to be, her name," he did his best to explain his thought process.

"Were you surprised when he asked about it?" She wondered.

"Yeah," Oliver admitted. "Did you tell him to tell me?"

Felicity nodded against his shoulder. "Will approached me about it while you were in prison. He was scared that if something happened to him or me – if we got separated for some reason – they would never get us back together because we had different last names. I assured him that we would be alright. And I told him that the name changing would need to be discussed with you. It wasn't some small decision that he and I could make without your input."

"Thank you," Oliver interjected, knowing she wasn't finished with her part of their chat.

"It's come up again a couple of times since you've been back with us. Especially before Ayser was born. I could tell he was feeling left out. Even as excited as he was and is, I think this is something we should talk to him about and consider. So when he texted me about it tonight, I told him he should talk to you."

Oliver wrapped his arm around her more tightly. He wasn't sure how to express to her how grateful he was, or the excitement that he was feeling over her support and her desire to make his son even more a part of their family.

When Felicity turned onto her side, he quickly pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Do you know how much I love you?" He whispered to her with an emotion-laced voice.

"Almost as much as I love you…I would guess," Felicity joked just slightly.

"I'm serious, Felicity," Oliver returned again with the threat of tears in his brusque sound. "I don't think I can ever tell you or show you how much you mean to me. I just… I can't… I don't know how I ever could."

The two of them fell silent until hearing the slightest sound on the baby monitor. Ayser's sigh and her body rustling against the sheet made Felicity smile. She had been a little overwhelmed by Oliver's words and hadn't had a clue how to respond.

She used her free arm that was draped across his waist to give him a tender hug, followed by a kiss on his pectoral muscle. "You don't have to show me, you know?" She placed another lingering kiss to the spot her lips could easily reach. "That's one of the things that makes our love so special, Oliver. I know…I just know how much you love me. I hope you realize how much I love you, too."

Oliver held a kiss to her scalp and squeezed her as tightly as he possibly could without injuring her. To which, Felicity laughed. "Oliver…" she laughed against his chest, over-acting her inability to breathe for just a moment.

Oliver laughed as well and relinquished his tight hold on her. "So family meeting about this tomorrow?"

"About how much we love each other?" Felicity joked. "Will ought to love that," she stated sarcastically.

"About changing his name," Oliver stated firmly with a finger poke to his wife's ribs.

"I think that's a really good idea," Felicity agreed easily.

"Now, can we get to sleep," Oliver requested. "Since you've had some nights to yourself I'm happy to say that Ays is all yours when she wakes up at 3 A.M."

Felicity sat up at that thought and looked down at Oliver's face. "If she has stopped sleeping through the night because you've been letting her sleep with you for two nights…"

Oliver could see his wife's wide eyes and felt that familiar bit of marital fear for a moment.

Felicity continued her makeshift tirade, "...I will be changing my name and you can share your bed with your daughter from here on out."

Oliver snickered, knowing what she meant, but loving that her words still often came out with double, unintended, meanings.

The smack to his chest stung. He wouldn't deny that. Felicity did deny his kiss offering when she turned her back on him and moved her pillow to the edge of their bed. She pulled the covers up to her chin and also smacked his hand away when he tried to place it on her hip.

"I love you," Oliver smiled as he leaned over top of her and stole a kiss from her temple.

"Hmph," Felicity swore off his sentiment.

"You get some sleep, Sweetheart. I'll just make it up to you in the morning." Oliver grinned as he closed his eyes, happy to have his wife home.

Felicity smiled to herself behind the pouty exterior. She, too, was glad to be home – and she hoped he would keep his last promise…Oliver's wake-up 'calls' were one of the many reasons she was happy to be married to him.

Epilogue - Part 1