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Felicity Smoak paced the room, rubbing her fingers nervously as her stomach rolled with dead fear. Dizziness hit her at the sudden thought, making the room spin around her, her arm shooting out to steady herself before taking a deep breath.
It couldn't be.
No, it wouldn't happen.
She was certain. Or at least hoped so.
Glancing at the clock, she saw that only half a minute had passed since leaving the bathroom behind to start a nerve-wracking three minutes filled with sadness, panic and fear. Fear of the results. Fear of his reaction if her suspicion was true. Shaking her head a bit and fighting back the sudden tears flooding her vision, she looked out of the window, seeing for the very first time how calm was everything. Ironic, because everything was anything else rather than calm.
But, as she looked out, she only saw happy couples, holding hands, smiling at each other, laughing, strolling a baby carriage, having a good time with their partners while her world shattered into pieces. The heaviness once more settled in her insides, making place next to the fear as her hand, the one holding into the frame, trembled, her eyes glued on the toddler holding his parents' hands. A tiny human being, with tiny legs and tiny arms, trying to take a step without his parents' guidance, but failing. She watched as the boy caught his mother's leg before losing balance and falling, making an annoyed face as his father laughed and picked him up, saying something that made the little one smile. The mother linked her fingers with the father as the small family walked away. Happily.
Her heart ached at the sight as they disappeared, knowing that no matter what, if there were two lines, she would never have that kind of future. She would never be able to hold the hand of the father of her child if they even went for a walk. She would never have that family. Her body wouldn't buzz with happiness as she secretly watched their child playing with the father. Her soul and heart would not be content, full of love, pride and calmness. No. If she was indeed carrying a child inside her body, her days would be filled with anxiety, stress and madness.
She knew him. No matter how soft he could be on rare occasions, he was still filled with darkness and anger. He was still the man who could kill someone in the blink of an eye. Still the same person who could dispose her the moment the truth was out in the air. After all the weeks, she didn't even know why she kept going back to him.
Yes, you knew, you still do.
Whispered the betrayal of her heart and mind. And those voices weren't lies. Deep down she knew. She knew the reasons. Just like she knew her life would never be the same if she was right.
Sighing, she closed her eyes, stepping away from the window on unsteady legs as another wave of dizziness rolled through her, making her fists clench beside her sides. She needed to get her act together. She was stronger than this. She couldn't just lose herself in the fear, she couldn't let it swallow her. She had to fight. Just like she always had.
Inhaling deeply, she looked at clock on the wall and saw that those three minutes passed evilly. Heart thundering under her chest, she slowly made her way to the bathroom, only stopping in front of the door for a second to gain strength, before she pulled it open and stepped inside, allowing the fate to decide what would happen next. Because no matter what, she realized in that moment, she would fight. Fight to be able to make her decisions herself. Fight to regain the calmness inside her, to make the storm pass.
With careful, light steps, she stopped in front of the sink. Now or never. She clenched her eyes shut, taking all the three sticks in her hands, gulping down the prompt nervousness attacking her. Peeking her eyes open, she saw what she feared but suspected all along. She felt all hope leave her body, because even though she expected it, it didn't make seeing the results any easier.
Positive, all three tests showed in unison.
She was pregnant.
With the child of a mobster. A Bratva Captain.
She was going to be the mother of Oliver Queen's child.