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Previously on the Justice Series: Felicity and her college boyfriend, Cooper, get kidnapped at their after graduation party. While Felicity survives the ordeal, Cooper does not. A new friend arrives and trains Felicity how to fight so that she can go after those who hurt her. Felicity moves to Starling to pursue those who kidnapped her and the media start to call her vigilante persona, Justice. Justice becomes friendly with Detective Lance and once the Hood shows up on the scene his willingness to drop bodies threatens Justice’s tentative truce with the police. Felicity confronts him and offers to help him if and only if he will do his best to stop dropping bodies. Oliver reluctantly agrees and Diggle joins the team as well.
Working together they both work to take down the evil in the city while pursuing their personal vendettas. Felicity is focused on uncovering the mastermind behind her kidnapping, while Oliver works to strike names from the list his father left him. While pursuing these goals they learn about a massive plot called the Undertaking. While trying to discover what exactly the Undertaking is and entails, Felicity saves Oliver from being shot and high on adrenaline they sleep together. Everything seems to be pointing to the company that Tommy Merlyn’s father owns so Felicity asks Tommy to go undercover as their inside man. Between what Felicity and Tommy uncover she discovers Malcolm Merlyn is not only the mastermind behind her kidnapping but is also the architect behind the Undertaking.
They discover that Undertaking is a plot to take out the Glades using an earthquake machine. Diggle and Detective Lance are able to disable one of the machines not knowing there were actually two of them. Across town, the Hood and Justice find Tommy suffering from a head wound that he received from Malcolm and go to confront him resulting in Malcolm’s death. However, before he dies Malcolm manages to set off the other machine which brings down half of the Glades and kills , Laurel Lance.
While getting ready for the funeral Felicity makes a startling discovery. She is pregnant. Upset she takes the test to confront Oliver with the news. Now onto the show,
Sitting in her car outside Verdant and their secret headquarters Felicity Smoak took a few seconds to get her breathing under control and to stabilize her trembling hands. Once she felt calmer she exited the car, utilizing the side entrance, she stalked down to where Oliver Queen was working on his arrows. With a sense of satisfaction, she noticed that he was still wearing his sling. After sewing up the hole that the arrow had made through his shoulder the doctor had recommend that Oliver wear a sling for a couple of weeks as not to aggravate the injury. But in true Oliver fashion she had caught him without his sling, so she threatened to choke him with it using her loud voice, looks like it had worked.
Hearing her walk in Oliver looked up with a slightly chagrined expression that morphed into confusion at her furious look. “Wha?” He started to say, but she cut him off.
“This is all your fault.” She snarled as she threw one of the tests on his desk.
Picking it up he looked confused for a second, “Is this a…?”
“What else would it be?” She shot at him angrily.
Shocked he looked up at her, “So your?”
Turning around and storming off she tossed over her shoulder, “Yes, Oliver, I’m pregnant.” Stopping she whirled around to face him, “But I don’t want to be.” Leaving him looking bewildered she left.
She ignored the ringing of her phone as she drove home and the only stop that she made was at a store to get two tubs of mint chocolate chip. At home she dropped one of the tubs in the freezer, grabbed a spoon, giving the wine sitting unopened on her counter a wistful look she went to sit on the couch. Felicity wasn’t planning on being pregnant long, but her mind rebelled at the thought of drinking. With a sigh she grabbed her fluffiest blanket, turned on her favorite episode of ‘Dr. Who’ and started devouring the delicious ice cream. She was only a few spoons in when she realized that she needed to talk to someone, grabbing her phone she started to call Laurel Lance’s number. She was just about to press the connect button when she remembered that Laurel had been killed when the CNRI building had collapsed during the Undertaking.
Tears began coursing down her cheeks and it wasn’t long before she was full on ugly crying. Great heaving sobs tore at her chest, snot ran from her nose, and she had a hard time catching her breath. She thought that she heard someone at the door but ignored it. Tears obscured her vision, and she knocked the tissue box off the side table before she was able to grab a tissue to blow her nose. She wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones messing with her already or just the loss of one of her closest friend, or both, but she was a mess. Giving up on trying to watch ‘Dr. Who’ she put the ice cream back in her freezer and dropped the spoon in the sink as she trod to her room. On her way past the door, she glanced out the window and saw Oliver’s car pulling away. For a moment she wanted to call him to him and invite him in, but the thought passed just as quickly as she didn’t want to be pressured into the decisions that she needed to make.
Still sniffling, and feeling a headache coming on, she grabbed the blanket and tissues and retreated to her bed where she cried some more before drifting off into an uneasy sleep filled with dreams about babies and kangaroos. It felt like no time had passed before an incessant knocking at her front door woke her up. Groggily she thought that if it was Oliver at the door he had better have brought food, as her stomach rumbled in hunger.
Shuffling to the door and opening it she was surprised to see her mother standing there. Then she remembered that when they had been talking a few days before Donna had promised to fly out to be with her after learning of Laurel’s death. She had told her not to, but Donna being Donna and had come anyway. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, she opened the door, “Mom!” She exclaimed, “I would have picked you up if you would have told me when your plane got in.”
Donna wheeled her suitcase in, “Nonsense, then I wouldn’t have gotten to talk to Jorge. He is driving for Lyft to support his family back in Honduras and learning English as he drives!” She took a good look at Felicity and her smile fell off her face. “Oh, my poor Baby!” She said as she cradled Felicity’s face in her hands. “You look horrible. Your eyes are all puffy and red.”
With a groan Felicity pulled her face from her mother’s hands and stumbled towards the coffee machine. “Thanks Mom. You want some coffee?” She started making a cup and then remembered the positive pregnancy test, but thought, ‘Oh well I’m not going to be pregnant that much longer one cup won’t hurt’.
“Don’t go to any trouble.” Donna said as she took a seat at the kitchen table.
Felicity poured the first cup and doctored it to her liking, but when she took a sip, it tasted terrible. Frowning at her cup she fought the urge to fling the whole thing across the room. The squatter currently in her womb would have to go if it was going to cost her her precious coffee. Plastering on a fake smile she gave the cup to her mother, “Here you go, Mom.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” She noticed that Felicity just standing there and not making a second cup for herself. “Aren’t you going to have some?”
“I’m trying to cut back,” she lied.
After a few sips, Donna asked, “How long do you have until the funeral?”
Felicity looked at her phone and then rubbed her face trying to wake up, “Tommy’s going to pick me up in two hours.”
Donna’s face fell, “Oh, I thought you’d want me to go with you.”
A small smile came across Felicity’s face, and she took her mother’s hand. “Thank you, Mom. I appreciate the offer, but Tommy had already asked me if I’d want to ride with him. He’s going to pick up another of Laurel’s friends so that way we can all go together.”
“Then I supposed you need to start getting ready.” Donna said accepting what Felicity had told her.
“It won’t take me too long. I know that I’m only going to cry most of the make-up off anyways.” Felicity said with a sad smile.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” Donna exclaimed as she dug around in her large purse. Pulling two tubes and a pump bottle out she extended them out to her daughter. “Waterproof mascara, smudge proof lipstick, and a water proof setting spray. They survive the Vegas heat, so they will definitely survive the funeral.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Felicity said, accepting the gifts gratefully.
Donna smiled at her only child. “It was no problem. Other than your friend passing, what’s been going on with you? We haven’t had a chance to talk much lately.”
Felicity could read the hurt on her mother’s face and knew that she was feeling cut out of her life. She wanted to tell her everything, but really, how do you tell your mother that at night you go out and hunt criminals as a vigilante? Never mind the fact that you had managed to put all the guys that had previously hurt you behind bars. Or that either she or Oliver, her bosses, bosses, bosses son and partner in vigilantism, had killed Malcolm, the person who had paid the men to kidnap her and Cooper, and that she didn’t feel bad about it at all. Two days ago her, Oliver, and Thea Queen had stood by Tommy Merlyn as he had buried his father beside his mother leaving the grave unmarked. Since she couldn’t tell Donna any of that all she said was, “I’ve just busy with work and trying to hang out with friends every once in a while.”
“See I told you that Vegas would be more exciting! Did I tell you who came by my tables the other day?” Donna excitedly said. Felicity let her mother carry their conversation until she really did have to get ready. In her en suite bathroom she saw the other two pregnancy tests mocking her from the sink so she threw them towards the garbage can not caring whether they went in or not. She had just finished applying her lipstick when Tommy texted telling her that they were outside. Grabbing her purse, she hurried to the living room where she saw her mother reading a magazine that she had brought with her. “Bye Mom.” She said as she slipped her arms around her mother, giving her a tight hug. “Thank you for coming.”
Donna squeezed her, “I love you, Baby.”
Felicity hurried out of the house to get into the limo expecting not only to see Tommy but both Oliver and Thea as well since Tommy had been living with the Queens after everything had gone down. Thea noticed Felicity’s look of confusion at Oliver’s absence and explained, “Ollie said that he would meet us there.” A dark look passed over her youthful face, “He better not be running.”
“Thea,” Tommy warned sounding tired.
“What? You and I both know that he has a bad habit of running when he’s lost someone or is upset. You had to pull him out of the bar for Grandfather Dearden’s funeral, and we’ve all been told the story about how they made me hold his hand the whole time at Grandma Queen’s funeral because he had tried to run away twice beforehand.” Thea sulked.
“I know Speedy.” Tommy said wearily, leaning his head back against the headrest. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping, as his eyes were red-rimmed and the stitches in his handsome face stuck out. “We’re all just trying to get through this the best way that we know how.”
“Sorry,” Thea said quietly. The rest of the ride was quiet, only stopping to pick up Laurel’s other best friend, Joanna, who was back in town for the funeral. They rode in silence to the church that the Lances were holding the funeral in. Thea sighed a sigh of relief when she saw Oliver’s car sitting in the line for the funeral procession. The funeral was nice and was a testimony to the type of person that Laurel was with the amount of people that showed up, including many that she had represented at CNRI.
Oliver sat next to Felicity with Thea on the other side of him. Roy slipped into the pew beside Thea a few minutes before the service started. Felicity quirked a small smile at him, she knew Roy, but he didn’t know her at all. Once the service was over they exited the church and headed to their cars for the ride to the graveside service. Oliver gently placed his hand on Felicity’s arm, “Please ride with me so that we can talk.”
Looking at Oliver, Felicity could see the distress in his eyes and knew that some of it was her fault. “Alright,” she acquiesced. She let Tommy know that she was riding with Oliver then got into his passenger seat. They sat in silence for a bit while Oliver drove in the procession, until Felicity broke the silence by saying, “You wanted to talk, so talk.”
“Are you really pregnant?” He said, looking scared to ask.
“According to the three tests that I took, yes. But I haven’t been to the doctor or anything to confirm.” She said watching the scenery go by, not wanting to see Oliver’s expression.
“And you don’t want to keep the baby,” he choked on the word baby. “You want an abortion.”
“I…” Felicity started to say, tears springing to her eyes.
“Do you want an abortion?” Oliver asked again, pressing the issue.
“No,” she quickly said, “yes,” sighing she said. “I don’t know.” What she really wanted to rewind time and make sure that they used protection so that way she wouldn’t have to make decisions like this. “I’ve never really wanted kids, especially with how I was raised. When all the other kids were playing ‘happy families’ in school, I would be off by myself studying. And after Cooper I never really thought that having a family was in the cards for me.” She stopped talking. “Honestly, I don’t know what I want Oliver. I don’t see how a kid can fit into our lives currently. We go out at night and take down bad guys! We get hurt constantly! Not to mention you shoot arrows at people and I taze them and turn them over to the cops! What are we going to do, leave it in the Lair until Mommy and Daddy maybe come back? And we’re not even in a relationship!” She was breathing hard by then. Oliver reached over and rubbed her shoulder.
“Deep breaths,” He instructed, trying to help her calm down.
She breathed slowly until she felt like she was more in control. “That being said, the thought of actually terminating this life that is growing inside of me makes me sick. Like I’m out here advocating that we don’t kill murderers, money launderers, and drug manufacturers and here I am contemplating killing my unborn child.” She started taking deep breaths again trying to calm herself down so she wouldn’t have a panic attack in Oliver’s car. “What about you? What do you want?”
While they were stopped Oliver ran a hand through his hair, a sure indicator that he was upset before putting it back on the wheel as they continued their journey to the cemetery. “Before the Gambit sank… a girl that I had cheated on Laurel with called me to let me know that she was pregnant. I was scared beyond belief, and I kept hoping that it was all a big mistake. Then a couple of weeks later she called me back and told me that she had lost the baby. That night I cried myself to sleep.” His voice thickened with emotion and Felicity could see the tears in his eyes while he focused on driving. “I knew back then that I wasn’t ready to be a father, but when the choice was taken away from me, I was devastated. So, I made myself a promise that the next time that I got a woman pregnant I would support her and the baby and get to be the father that I didn’t get a chance to be back then, no matter what.” Oliver said as a tear slipped from his eye.
They didn’t get a chance to talk any further because they had arrived at the gravesite. Halfway through the service Felicity noticed Oliver slip into his car and drive away. As she was watching Oliver’s car, she noticed a woman dressed in black standing at the very back of the crowd. When she checked again a few minutes later the woman had disappeared, causing Felicity to wonder why she had been there and how she knew Laurel. After the service had concluded Felicity asked Tommy to drop her back off at her house before going to the reception as she was both emotionally and physical exhausted, her head was pounding and her eyes were burning from crying so much.
Wearily she walked into her house and almost walked back out again. There were balloons everywhere and half unpacked grocery bags piled on her counters with several cabinet doors hanging open. Confused she called out, “Mom?”
Donna came down the hallway grinning, “I’m sorry I ruined your surprise, so I decided to decorate myself. I guess I lost track of time.” She pushed a stray lock of hair back into place.
“What surprise?” Felicity asked bewildered.
Donna looked at her in exasperation, like Felicity was simple. “That you, you know.” Donna gestured towards her with her hands.
“Mom, please. My head hurts, I think I’m dehydrated from crying, and I have so much happening right now, just tell me.” Felicity sighed as she put her purse down on the counter and started to look through the bags. She had just found the book, ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’ when Donna shrieked excitedly, “I know you’re pregnant!”
Closing her eyes Felicity wished with every fiber of her being for the ground to swallow her up so she wouldn’t be there. Maybe she was on a nice beach in the South of France or drinking Mai-Tai’s in Hawaii or in the Swiss Alp snuggled up in front of a roaring fire with the latest season of Dr. Who and drinking the best chocolate. She opened her eyes and nope, she was still in her kitchen with her mother excitedly dancing around her.
Sighing she dropped the book and stepped up to her mother, “Mom, please stop.” She sighed and rubbed her aching head. “Go pour us some drinks and meet me on the couch. I need to get out of these clothes.” With that she walked to her bedroom where she changed into her comfiest pajamas, and washed the make up from her face. Staring at the mirror she took a moment to center herself and to just breath. It was only after she felt that she was ready, did she go to join her mother on the couch.
“Here Hon, I fixed up some mocktails, you know no alcohol added. This one is a strawberry faux-jito.” Donna handed her daughter the festive looking cup.
“Thanks, Mom.” Felicity said softly as she took a sip, and was surprised as it didn’t actually taste half bad. Setting the cup down on her coffee table she leaned into her mother’s shoulder and Donna wrapped an arm around her only child.
“Talk to me sweetie.” She said gently.
Tears once again started leaking from Felicity’s eyes. “I didn’t even know that I was pregnant until yesterday. I’m not ready to be a mom, I don’t want a baby.”
“Shhhhh, it’s okay.” Donna said softly. “Are you seeing someone?” She gasped, a horrified look crossing her face “Is it?”
Felicity chuckled bit through the tears. “No to both.” She sighed, “It’s complicated, I thought that it was this one-time thing, high emotions and all of that, but it ended up happening another time, and he’s great, but his life is complicated. And so is mine. And I don’t want a baby to take care of, and I don’t think that I’m ready for that responsibility.”
“Do you want an abortion?” Donna asked frankly as she smoothed Felicity’s hair.
“Yes, no, I don’t know. I don’t want to be pregnant, but the thought of actually terminating the pregnancy…” Felicity trailed off not knowing how to verbalize what she was feeling.
“Did I ever tell you how I found out that I was pregnant with you?” Donna asked.
“No.” Felicity said as she sat up, grabbed a Kleenex and tried to clean her face up.
“Your father told me.” She chuckled. “You know how up in the clouds I can be, so Noah did all the grocery shopping. He came back from the store one day, handed me a test and told me to take it. I was less than thrilled; in fact, I was scared to death. I called your Bubbie and cried on the phone with her for over an hour before I even told your dad that the test came back positive.” She took her daughter’s hand. “But once I got over my shock, I was excited, and Sweetie you were the best baby ever. My advice is to give it a few weeks, then go and see your doctor to make sure that you really are pregnant. Then you need to talk to the father.”
“You make it all sound so easy.” Felicity said as tears began sliding unbidden from her eyes.
“Oh, Hon,” Donna exclaimed thumbing the tears off of Felicity’s cheeks. “Having a baby and raising that child, is one of the hardest things in the world. But the love for your child, well that surpasses all of the difficulties.”
“Mom,” Felicity choked out through her full body sobs.
“Shhhhhh,” Donna said as she gathered her baby in her arms and softly started singing, just like she used to do when Felicity was little. The stress of the day caught up with Felicity and before she knew it, she was sound asleep on her mother.
The smell of food woke Felicity up. She only felt a little groggy from her nap, but her eyes still felt swollen. “Feeling better?” Donna asked as she came into the living room carrying a tray.
The headache that had been throbbing behind her eyes was down to a dull throb, but everything else was as before her impromptu nap. “A bit.”
Donna smiled, “Well this should help I made you matzo ball soup.”
Felicity looked at her mom suspiciously, “You made it?”
Donna huffed, “Fine I bought it from a Jewish market that I found. It was your favorite as a child after you had been sick. I also got you a Ginger Ale and a ice pace for your eyes.” She set the drink beside the delicious looking soup and helped put the ice pace around her face. The coldness of the pack felt great against the warmth of her puffy eyes. Felicity had some vague memories of eating the soup as a kid. But the first taste felt like comfort to her. She felt herself relax marginally. “Good. I’m glad that you like it. So, while you were napping a very handsome man, came by. Felicity, you didn’t tell me that you knew Oliver Queen!”
Felicity froze as a panicked expression flicker across her face, “Oliver stopped by?”
“Oh my, is he the baby’s father?” Donna asked as she took in her daughter’s reaction, “He is!” she exclaimed, bringing her hands to her mouth. “Look at my baby, dating billionaires.”
‘Where was a black hole when you needed it’ Felicity thought before saying. “Mom, stop. What did he say?”
Donna sighed, “After I told him who I was, we exchanged numbers, and I told him that I would text him when you were ready for visitors.” Felicity didn’t know how to take the news that her mom and Oliver had spoken.
“Have you texted him yet?” Felicity asked wearily.
“Hon, you're still eating, and you look like something that the cat drug in. I was going to wait until you got freshened up a little.” Donna looked disgruntled at the very suggestion.
“Go ahead and text him.” Felicity said, sighing. Waiting wasn’t going to make their conversation any easier. She continued eating her soup and drinking the ginger ale, although she wished that she had that strawberry thing her mom had made before instead.
She had just entered the bathroom when the doorbell rang. ‘Oliver had the best timing in the world’ she thought. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she saw that her eyes were still red and bloodshot, but the ice pack had helped the puffiness. Her hair was a mess, with a sigh, she brushed it out and then put it up in a loose ponytail before washing her face. Then turning to the door, she braced herself to face the music. Oliver was standing in her living room wearing the same suit that he had worn at the funeral, but it looked rumpled; his good hand was crammed into his pocket while his injured arm was still in its sling, a sure sign that he was uncomfortable. Looking around she didn’t see her mother anywhere so she asked, “Where did my mom go?”
He motioned towards the door, “I lent her my car. She said that she had a few errands to run and that it would give us some time to talk.”
“Oliver, you don’t even know her! Why are you giving her your keys? Unless Dig drove you. Did Dig drive you?” Felicity exclaimed.
“Is your mom a bad driver?” Oliver asked as a small smile appeared on his face.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Then it’s fine.”
Felicity sighed, “Only rich people can say stuff like that.”
“Well then it’s a good thing I’m rich.” That broke the ice between the two of them, causing them both to snicker and put a smile on Felicity’s face for the first time since Laurel had died.
Sitting on the couch facing each other Oliver started talking first. “I know that you’ve said that you’re thinking about terminating the pregnancy. And ultimately it is your decision, and I don’t want to pressure you either way, but please hear me out.” Felicity nodded and he continued. “Like I told you before with Samantha, I don’t want to miss out on the chance to be a dad again. If you choose to keep the baby, I want you to know that I plan to step up and be an active part of the child’s life. I will do whatever custody arrangement you want, from fifty-fifty to as soon as the baby is born, I take care of it and have sole custody, with whatever visitation that you want.” He sighed, “With Laurel’s death and learning about this, it just feels like a gift has been given to us.”
Chewing on her thumb Felicity knew that she had to make one of the hardest decisions of her life. Thinking back, to her conversation with her mother and everything that she had thought about before, she knew what she had to do. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Oliver asked, looking confused.
“I’ll keep the baby.”
Oliver smiled and took her hand. “Thank you, so much! I know that this won’t be easy on you, but I promise you that I will be there every step of the way.”
“Good, but I do have some rules.” Since her decision had been made, she was thinking about everything that needed to happen. “We aren’t getting married, just because we are having a baby.” She looked at him, “Are we even dating? We’re a team, and we’ve had sex, but there’s been no dates. Unless you count Big Belly Burger, which I do not.”
“Would you want to date me?” Oliver asked, “because I would like to date you.” He was silent for a second, before he continued. “When I was away everybody was either a threat or a target. And when you go on that way for an extended amount of time you stop seeing people for people and I didn’t know how to stop. Then I walked into your office. You were the first person I could see as a person, there was just something about you.”
Felicity groaned at the memory of their first meeting, “I was chewing on a pen, with my laundry day clothes on.”
“The pen was red, and your shirt was pink.”
Felicity ducked her head trying to hide the slight blush on her cheeks. “Yes, I would like to date you. After Cooper, I didn’t think that I could ever connect with anyone like that again, and then you brought me a shot up laptop with such a ridiculous lie.” They smiled at each other as two major hurdles were cleared. “How involved do you want to be? Would you want to go to all the doctors’ appointments and stuff?”
“Yes,” Oliver said immediately. “I’m one hundred percent committed to this, every step of the way. All you have to do is let me know when and where and I’ll be there, and if you don’t want me in the room with you, I’ll wait in the waiting room.” He paused, “Which leads us to the next question, do we tell people? I’m sure that the paparazzi will get pictures of us together, at some point, probably sooner rather than later. And the QC board prefers that we use the public relations team for all big announcements.”
Felicity sighed and rubbed her face; her headache was returning. “Let’s tell those who are closest to us first and then who cares about everybody else. If we don’t make a big announcement then we won’t have to involve the QC board or the public relations team. We’ll face the paparazzi when it comes time, just please, don’t hit any of them.”
Oliver cheekily grinned at her, “I make no promises, that jerk had it coming.”
Their conversation was interrupted by the opening of the front door and Donna calling into the house. “Could I get some help here, he’s heavier than he looks.”
Confusion caused Felicity to follow Oliver to the front door where she saw her mother standing at the passenger door of Oliver’s car holding up one barely conscious Quentin Lance. Oliver went over and picked up the man in a fireman’s carry with his good arm and brought Lance into the house. “Where am I putting him? He asked Felicity.
“The guest bedroom,” Donna answered before turning to Felicity, “I’ll just sleep out here.” Oliver disappeared down the hallway to the spare bedroom easily carrying Lance even with only one arm.
“What is going on? How do you know Lance?” Felicity asked with a frown staring off after Oliver worried that he would reopen the stitches in his shoulder.
“I thought his name was Quentin?” Donna said with a frown.
Felicity turned to her mother, “Mom!”
“He was at the bar I went to. I wanted to give you two some time to talk things out, so I thought that I’d go and have a few drinks to kill some time. We talked for a bit and then he started crying and couldn’t stand up straight plus the bartender had cut him off and I couldn’t just leave him there; he looked so sad.” Donna rambled.
“It’s fine Mom. You did the right thing by bringing him back here. That’s Laurel’s dad.” Felicity said, reassuring her mother.
Donna’s face showed her sympathy for the man. “Oh, poor Quentin, no wonder he was so drunk. I’ll check on him through the night, make sure he’s okay.” She patted Felicity’s arm and headed to the guest bedroom as Oliver exited and headed towards Felicity.
“You look tired. Why don’t you try to get some rest? We can talk more later.” Oliver suggested, as he gave her a hug and kissed the top of her head.
“Stay with me tonight?” Felicity asked. “I don’t want to be alone; I don’t want to do anything I just need someone to hold me.”
He smiled down at her gently. “I think I can do that. But let me text Tommy and Thea so they won’t get worried and think I ran off to a deserted island.”
The following morning Felicity woke up to the smell of food cooking. Confused, she got up, wondering who was in her kitchen. She was positive that she didn’t have anything that would have smelled that good in the house, especially since she was a horrible cook and she knew that her mother was just as bad as she was. Entering the kitchen she was surprised to see Oliver whipping up breakfast as her mother sat at the table cutting up fruit.
“Morning,” Oliver greeted her. “Everything’s just about ready. I made bacon, eggs, and pancakes and your mom is finishing up the fruit for toppings. Would you like milk or orange juice to drink?”
“What? How?” Felicity asked, as she struggled to bring her brain online without her usual morning coffee. “I know I had the ingredients for take out and that’s about it.”
Oliver shrugged, “I ended up going shopping early this morning.” Which Felicity knew was Oliver speak for ‘I couldn’t sleep so I did something productive’. They had discussed their issues with sleeping, and Felicity had given him some tips that had really helped her deal with her PTSD.
She smiled gratefully at him, “I guess milk, it goes better with pancakes.”
Once the food had been served the three of them ate without much talking. They had almost finished with breakfast when Quentin emerged from the guest bedroom, a confused expression on his face. Coming down the hall he saw Felicity first. “Where am I?” He started to say before he stopped when he caught sight of Donna and Oliver. “I must be more hungover than I thought.” He said as he rubbed his eyes.
“Hey Detective. Do remember Donna from last night? She’s my mother. She brought you here because she was concerned about you.” Felicity explained.
“She,” Quentin pointed at Donna. “Is your,” He pointed at Felicity. “Mother?”
Donna stood beside Felicity and leaned down, “Can’t you see the family resemblance? I always get asked if I’m her sister.” Donna giggled as she flirted, while Felicity resisted the urge to throw up that had nothing to do with morning sickness.
“Would you like any food Mr. Lance?” Oliver asked politely.
Quentin turned his bleary gaze to Oliver, “And what are you doing here?”
“Uh, we’re, uh.” Felicity stammered.
“We’re dating.” Oliver calmly answered.
Quentin looked at Felicity, “You be careful.” He then looked at Oliver, “And yes, with coffee.”
After serving Quentin his meal, Oliver sat back down beside Felicity who turned to him and said. “Okay mister. We need to start preparing you to be the CEO. Can you meet me at the library this afternoon?”
“I can’t. I’m going with Tommy for the reading of Malcolm’s will.” Oliver said, not meeting Felicity’s eyes.
“And Laurel’s, Tommy’s the executor.” Quentin mumbled. “Felicity, you will probably need to be there too.”
“Me?” Felicity asked, surprised.
“After Sara, and” he waved his hand at Oliver. “Being in law school Laurel made sure that we all had an up to date will, and I know that she would revisit hers every few months to change things. I know that she valued your friendship, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she left something for you.”
Felicity nodded, “Okay, just let me know when and where to be.” She forced herself to put her emotions about that in a box. She turned to focus on Oliver. “Since you can’t today, meet me tomorrow at nine at the public library. It’s the big building with all the books,” She teased. The teasing worked and she saw the morose look on Oliver’s face left a bit. As Quentin ate, Oliver and Donna cleaned up the kitchen and Felicity took the opportunity to call her doctor to make her first baby check up appointment. Oliver left, taking Quentin back to his apartment, which left just Donna and Felicity.
“What do you want to do?” Felicity asked as she sat on the couch looking over at her mother. “I’ve got the rest of this week off and next week before QC starts back.” With everything that had happened the decision had been made by Oliver to give all Queen Consolidated employees two weeks off to deal with any fallout that the Undertaking might have had on them and for the new executive officers to get ready and assume their roles. With Moira jailed and Walter having quit, the ball was left in Oliver’s court to be the next CEO of QC. He had managed to get Walter to agree to help him for a month, but Felicity also wanted Oliver to get some book learning while Walter taught him the day-to-day operations and procedures of the business.
Donna smiled sadly at Felicity, “I can see that I’m intruding, there’s other things that you want to get done without your Momma being here.”
Felicity jumped up from her seat on the couch and approached her mother, “Mom, no! We’ve lost too much time because of Noah, I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” She pulled her mother in for a tight hug. “Even though I said that I was okay, I’m so glad you decided to come.”
Once the hug broke Donna said, “Well we could always go get mani-pedis and then maybe some shopping? A little retail therapy never hurt anything.”
Felicity made a face, “Didn’t you do enough damage yesterday? Plus, retail therapy hurts my bank account.”
“Most of the stuff that I bought was food!” Donna protested. “And now you have a rich baby daddy to help cover your expenses.”
Felicity still had a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that she was pregnant with Oliver’s child and they had decided to officially start dating. “Mom, it’s not like that. I don’t want to have to rely on him for everything and I don’t want him to think that I expect that. Besides as of last night we’re officially dating, and I don’t think that that is a great way to start a relationship.”
Donna squealed in excitement and pulled her daughter into another hug. “That’s even more of a reason to celebrate. And were any decisions made after you two talked last night?”
Felicity sighed and nodded, “I’ve decided that I’m going to keep the baby. Oliver and I agreed that we will raise the child together.”
Donna’s face lit up and she pulled her daughter into another hug, “I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandmother!” Looking at Felicity, “But we’re going to have to workshop what the baby is going to call me, because Bubbe and Savta and Granny are so old sounding! Maybe something like Dede? Oh, one of my clients, her grandbabies call her Honey?”
After spending the afternoon getting their toes and nails done, and getting in a little shopping where Felicity purchased several dresses that she could wear as her pregnancy progressed. They were out having a late lunch when Donna got a phone call. Hanging up she looked at Felicity, “I hate to cut my visit short, but the casino is calling me back.” She sighed and fixed her already perfect hair. “What would you think about me moving out here? I can help you when the baby comes.” She sighed, “I miss you baby, and the thought of you being all the way out here and me being back in Vegas. Well, maybe it’s time for new adventures!”
Felicity was stunned, she had missed her mother, but Donna could be a bit over the top so she wasn’t sure if she wanted her that close, but not wanting to upset her she answered. “Sure, but only if you want to. It would be great to have you closer, especially since you’ve had a baby and stuff.”
Donna laughed, “And she turned out beautifully.” That afternoon when Felicity dropped her mother off at the airport Donna was still on cloud nine about becoming a grandmother and potentially moving to Starling.
With her mother gone, and Oliver still busy with Tommy, Felicity decided that it was time to start working on a side project that she had decided to undertake. The Lair hadn’t suffered any major damage during the earthquake, however it did need a few repairs and she had decided that she was going to maximize on the opportunity and turn the repairs into a remodel of the place. She wanted to get some glass cases made for their uniforms and additional storage for their weapons. She had all sorts of ideas and plans that she needed to work out and she also wanted to make sure to get a patrol in for the night, as it had been a few days since she had been out because of everything that had happened. Things were starting to calm down after the Undertaking, and since Oliver was still benched due to his arm she wanted to pick up the slack before the criminal element got any bright ideas.
The patrol was going well, she had stopped a few low-level crimes and was content with the night’s work when she spotted a woman wearing black leather, with white-blonde hair, and a black mask. She had heard a few rumors about a new vigilante in town, but this was the first time she had seen the other woman. Curiosity got the best of her and she adjusted her trajectory so that they would meet.
When they were both aware of each other she turned on her voice modulator and spoke, “Hi, haven’t see you at the vigilante club meetings before.”
“Where’s the guy in green?” the blonde asked as a smile briefly appeared on her face.
“He’s a little busy at the moment, why do you ask?” Felicity could have sworn she saw the blonde sigh in relief, “Do you know him?”
Instead of answering the new vigilante pulled out a sonic device which made Felicity’s ears ring, groaning she covered her ears. When she looked back up the Blonde was long gone. Sighing she put her on the list of things that she needed to talk to Oliver about.