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Do you remember (6/13)

Eight years after Oliver and Felicity became teenage parents, they have everything they could have ever hoped for and more. They have a good life in a nice house. Their marriage is happy, and a second baby is on its way. The calm they have settled in is interrupted abruptly when a stalker starts terrorizing Felicity.

Previous installments in this series: - The best mistake - In my daughter’s eyes - To make you feel my love

Rating: Teen

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 or read everything on Ao3

Author’s note: Sorry for the delay! I have another class review coming up next week, and the teacher that is supervising me has super high expectations that I am probably failing every single day. Long story short, I am snowed in with work and have barely any time to do anything. I am just sleeping and working and it sucks!

“I am bored.”

Oliver shot a brief look back over his shoulder to where Felicity was lying in bed. She was shifting on the mattress, trying to rearrange the pillows around herself to be more comfortable in the new position. She leaned back with a sigh for exactly two seconds before she started finding a better position to lie in already.

Shaking his head slightly, Oliver turned back and continued to unpack the bag Felicity had brought back with her from the hospital. He had tried to help her finding a comfortable position, placing pillows under her bump and between her legs like he knew she liked, but nothing seemed to satisfy her today. Since he couldn’t help her, he rather focused on doing the housework.

“I can’t lie anymore,” Felicity said eventually. “There are no comfortable positions. I have been lying forever now.”

Oliver chuckled, turning back to Felicity and cocking his head at her. She was half sitting and half lying in bed, looking lost between the pool of pillows around her.

“Felicity,” Oliver said with gentle voice, “It’s only been thirty minutes.”

“I have already been lying in the hospital for three days though.”

Oliver smiled comfortingly. Closing the drawer of the dresser, he went over to the bed. Pulling some pillows from the mattress and dropping them onto the floor until he had more room, he crawled into bed and lay down next to her. Felicity perked up an eyebrow at him, asking what he was doing without saying a word. Oliver just winked at her though.

Pushing one arm behind her back and the other beneath her knees, Oliver pulled her closer. He sat her down right next to him with her legs stretched out over his. He kept his arm around her shoulders, so she was leaning into his side, her bump pressing against his abs so tightly that Oliver could feel their baby’s movements against his muscles. Her chin rested on his shoulder, so he could feel her breath against the side of her neck.

Oliver turned his head to look at her. He tried not to let his amusement about the grumpy expression on Felicity’s face show too much. He knew that being amused would only get him into trouble with her.

“Better?” he asked.

Felicity scrunched up her nose and let out a grumpy sound that was probably a mixture of a sigh and a grunt. It was actually all the answer Oliver needed, but Felicity added nonetheless, “Not even a bit.”

“Aw, poor baby.”

Pursing her lips, Felicity punched his chest. It was a playful punch, not as hard as he knew she could actually punch, but it was hard enough to surprise him. With a frown, Oliver rubbed his hand over his chest and looked at Felicity.

“Hey, you weren’t this opposed to spending days in bed during our honeymoon,” Oliver said. “I gladly remind you of the day I wanted to take you for a hike in the wonderful nature of Bali, and you only rolled your eyes and turned around in bed, saying you were only going to leave it again when Mae’s arrival forced you to.”

Oliver remembered that day very well. He had been excited to take Felicity out for that hike. For him, the thought of seeing a little bit of the world with her had been very romantic. Felicity’s aversion to leaving the bed had disappointed him a little bit, but she had made up for it thoroughly. They had done the hike during their second week of honeymooning with Mae then.

The memory made Oliver smile. No matter how much he had wanted to do that hike with her that day, it didn’t matter. All he had really wanted was spending time with Felicity, and they had spent their time together in the best way possible.

When Oliver turned his head to look at Felicity, he frowned. He had wanted to tell her that she should just imagine that this was their honeymoon and her only options were staying in bed or going on a long hike with him. Seeing the sadness on her face, he kept that comment to himself though.

“Hey,” he said with gentle voice, and it made Felicity lift her gaze to look at him. “Talk to me.”

Usually, those were the words Felicity said to him. He was the one who hesitated to share his thoughts and feelings with her a lot of time. She wouldn’t let him have any of it though. She would ask him to talk to her and tell her what was going on because she wanted to understand what was on his mind. Maybe for the first time, he really understood why that was the case.

“There is a difference between not wanting to leave the bed and not being able to leave the bed,” Felicity said, her voice lowered to a whisper. “I know it looks like it’s the same, but it’s just not.”

Oliver nodded his head slowly. He tightened his arm around her shoulders, kissing the crown of her head. Pushing his nose against her hair, he breathed her in and closed his eyes.

It would be a lie to say that he understood what she was going through, but it wasn’t like he didn’t understand her at all either. He might have never been in the situation she was in, being forced to stay in bed all day every day for weeks, but he could imagine what it had to be like for her. At least as much as empathy allowed him to understand her, he did.

“I know this really, really sucks,” he whispered gently, all amusement gone from his voice, “but it’s just for a few weeks. We have four weeks to go in this pregnancy, so all you have to do is being strong for four weeks. I know that I’m asking a lot of you, but I have to ask it for your and the baby’s sake. I will support you in every way I can. I will make life in bed as comfortable for you as I can. I wish I could do more, but that’s all I can do. Unfortunately.”

Oliver looked at Felicity’s face, watching the different emotions flashing over her face while she was processing his words. After a long moment, she took in a sniffling breath. She lowered her eyes, angling her head forward to press her nose against his shoulder and breathe her in like he had before. Oliver just stroked his hands up and down her thighs comfortingly.

She had been released from the hospital this morning after she had originally been supposed to leave yesterday already. Some slight vaginal bleedings had prompted Dr. Schwartz to keep her in the hospital for a day longer though. When she had finally agreed to let Felicity go home, she had emphasized that the rest she had advised Felicity to have should now be a strict bedrest after all.

Technically, Oliver knew that this was mainly a security measure for Felicity’s and the baby’s health. Even Dr. Schwartz herself had said that they shouldn’t worry too much, and she just wanted to make sure that they were being careful. As much as Oliver reminded himself of that, he couldn’t help but make sure those advises were followed strictly though.

The thought that something could happen to Felicity or the baby made his stomach twist painfully. He knew that, at least for him, it was easy to say that they needed to follow the doctor’s advice. It was Felicity whose life was affected the most. She was the one whose life was going to take place in their bedroom and only their bedroom for the next weeks. He would just have to up his game on spoiling her. So, he knew that it was easy for him to say that they should follow Dr. Schwartz’ advices. It was still important to him though.

“Hey.”

At Felicity’s quiet whisper, Oliver looked at her. She had rested her chin back against his shoulder, looking at his face. The expression on her face was calm. Despite the glimpse of sadness in her eyes, she was smiling at him comfortingly. Her hand was resting over his heart, and her fingers spread over his chest.

“I will be nice and spend those four weeks in bed,” Felicity told him. “I will complain about it again and again, but I know why it’s necessary. Don’t worry about me. I know I am complaining on a high level here.”

She took his hand from her thigh and rested it against the side of her bump where he could feel their baby moving. Their little girl was quite awake right now. Not for the first time Oliver wondered if those strong kicks didn’t hurt Felicity at all. Against his hands, at least they surprised him every time.

“I know this is not what you hoped for. It’s not what I hoped for either,” Oliver told her, resting his forehead against hers, “but if it’s the best was to keep you and the baby safe, I will insist on following Dr. Schwartz’ orders.”

“I know.” Felicity nodded. “And I will follow those instructions as much as I can.”

Oliver took in a deep breath, smiling at her. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for.”

Felicity pulled at the neckline of his shirt, and Oliver gave in easily. He leaned down and angled his head towards her. Their lips brushed together in a gentle kiss that made Oliver sigh and tighten his hold on Felicity. He wanted to deepen the kiss and pull Felicity onto him to make out wit her, but he knew that bedrest indeed meant resting in bed rather than having sex there.

When they broke the kiss, Oliver rolled his lips together and let his tongue dart out. He could still taste Felicity on his lips. Smiling, he lowered his eyes to look at her face. Felicity was looking at him, but she didn’t smile like she usually did. Instead, she was frowning at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said with a sigh, shaking her head. “I was just wondering if there is anything new about… our situation yet.”

Oliver sighed and kissed the crown of her head. His right hand squeezed her shoulder while his left hand was moving over her belly. Sometimes, Oliver forgot that there was still a stalker sitting in the back of their neck and threatening them. Whenever he remembered or was reminded of that though, he felt his chest tighten and the tension in his muscles increasing.

“No, there is nothing new,” Oliver said. “The police can’t find out where the parcel has come from or anything. They did manage to find out that the last phone calls you received came from a different number than the last calls. They found out who this number belonged to, and, at least officially, that’s a guy named Johnny Cash in Indianapolis, so nothing that sounds remotely true. The good news is there isn’t anything new from the stalker either. There were no more texts or calls or gifts either. Nothing.”

Felicity narrowed her eyes at him, scrutinizing his face. She didn’t look like she believed him. The longer she was looking at his face, the more Oliver felt like she was waiting for him to release a long sigh and tell her all the ways that stalker was actually tormenting their family while they were talking.

“There isn’t anything, Felicity,” he said reassuringly. “I would tell you if there was. I promise.”

Felicity continued looking at him for another long moment, still looking for any sign that he wasn’t telling the truth. Only when it seemed like she hadn’t been able to find any, she nodded her head. With a sigh, she rested her head against his shoulder and melted into his side.

Oliver knew how much the thought that this stalker was still out there, stressed Felicity out. She tried not to show it, just like Oliver tried not to show it. They both wanted to protect each other, Mae and the baby from the fear they were feeling. They didn’t want to make it worse for the other.

“Maybe it’s over this time,” Felicity whispered. “I mean maybe, whoever did this, really thought it was fun. Only when I was admitted to the hospital, he realized that maybe it wasn’t this much fun for us.”

It sounded like a rational explanation, and Oliver really wanted to believe that Felicity was right. These last two weeks, there had been too much up and down for him to be so hopeful after such a short time. Maybe it was over, but maybe the stalker was already planning his next attack on them. Of course he hoped it was different, but he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, especially not to any conclusions that could make them negligent and get them in danger.

Oliver stroked his hand over her hair gently before he kissed the crown of her head. He rested his chin there and smiled when he felt some hairs get caught in his stubble.

“It’s a little too soon to say that, I guess,” Oliver whispered. “Time will tell.”

With a long sigh, Felicity nodded her head. She snuggled her cheek against his shoulder, making herself even more comfortable it seemed. Oliver couldn’t see her face, but she looked tired, almost like she was about to fall asleep. Oliver wasn’t surprised. He was sure that she hadn’t slept much lately, especially since she hated hospitals so much.

He was just about to close his eyes and nap a little with Felicity. Now was their only chance to catch some rest before they would go to sleep tonight. Tommy would pick up Mae from school and drop her here soon. As soon as he had closed his eyes, the loud grumble that came from Felicity’s stomach made him snap his eyes open and chuckle.

“Okay, I guess it’s time for me to get back to my responsibility as a good husband and make sure my family is taken care of,” Oliver said and kissed the crown of her head once more. “What can I get you?”

The moment Felicity angled her head back and looked at him with sparkling eyes and her bottom lip caught between her front teeth, Oliver knew that he wouldn’t like her answer.

“Burgers.”

Oliver sighed, rolling his eyes. He didn’t understand how a person could love burgers so much. In a world of so many delicious foods, how could she just limit herself to one single kind of food? If it was up to Oliver, he would barely ever eat the same dish twice. There were too many different combinations of foods that sounded promising to waste a meal with a version you had already tried before. Raisa’s lasagna was probably the only exception to that.

“Felicity, what do I always tell you?”

“That you love me and can’t say no to me?”

Oliver faltered briefly before he chuckled. He shook his head though he couldn’t deny that he really loved saying that to her.

“The other thing.”

Felicity rolled her eyes, releasing a grumble. She murmured the words, but she spoke so faintly that Oliver couldn’t understand her. From the look on her face, he was sure that she had done so on purpose. Perking up his eyebrows, he asked for her to repeat the words more loudly this time. Felicity sighed.

“I am married to a chef. I do not get to eat junk food more often than once a month.”

“And I am pretty sure you have already eaten a lot of junk food this month.”

“Yes, because I deserved it,” Felicity replied, stroking her hand over her baby belly, “and because the baby was hungry for it. Besides, I am sick, and I always get whatever food I want when I am sick.”

Oliver puckered his lips, releasing a hum. He knew she was just trying to coax him into giving in, so she got her burgers. Admittedly, she had gotten her will like that a lot of times lately. It was hard to resist Felicity if she was just fluttering her eyelashes, but it was getting a lot harder when she was stroking her hands over her belly and remind him that she was carrying their baby.

While Oliver usually gave in, especially because he knew he had no right to tell her what to eat anyway and they were just joking around with that it was a little bit different now. Dr. Schwartz had advised them to make sure Felicity was keeping a balanced diet after all.

“I’ll see what the fridge holds.”

Felicity grumbled, scrunching up her nose. He kissed the tip of it and pecked her lips before he pulled away. When he was at the door, he glanced back over his shoulder to see that Felicity was already busy trying to find a new position again. He felt sorry for her, but he knew he couldn’t help. Grabbing the empty hamper to take with him, he went downstairs.

He had just reached the middle of the stairs when he already felt himself getting weak. He knew that a healthy diet was definitely not achieved by eating burgers, but it was Felicity’s first day home after days of being in the hospital. Maybe it was best to spoil her with all the food she wanted just to make her feel a little bit better.

Oliver put the hamper to the foot of the stairs and strolled towards the kitchen. Despite quarreling with his decision already, Oliver took a look into the fridge. It didn’t really offer much since he hadn’t had time to do the grocery shopping. While Felicity had been in the hospital, he had tried to spend as much time as possible with her and with Mae. There hadn’t been time to remember the fridge.

“Burgers it is then,” Oliver whispered to himself.

He grabbed the menu of Big Belly’s though he knew Felicity would take the Chili Cheeseburger with extra garlic anyway. She always took a look at the menu and debated with herself for at least thirty minutes though before she settled with her usual pick after all. He had dared to just order her usual pick without asking her first once, and she had repeated over and over again that maybe she would have picked something else that one time for at least as week.

Oliver pushed the menu into the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed the carafe with homemade lemonade from the fridge. He had prepared it last night when he hadn’t been able to fall asleep because he knew how much Felicity loved it. He also grabbed two glasses and went back upstairs.

When he stepped into the doorframe, he saw that Felicity was busy on her tablet. He could see the emblem of Queen Consolidated on the monitor, telling him that she was most likely accessing the company’s server from home to check some updates of projects she had been responsible for in the last couple of months. As soon as he took a step into the room, Felicity cast him a brief glance and some baby shopping website appeared on the monitor instead.

“Hey, what do you think of this baby car seat?” she asked, turning the tablet in her hands to make him see the product she pretended to be busy with. “I know it’s expensive, but I read a lot of expert reports, and all of them say that this is the safest car seat for babies that is currently on the market. What better way is there to spend our money than making sure our baby is safe, right?”

Oliver placed the tray on Felicity’s nightstand and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Felicity was avoiding his eyes, a glimpse of guilt in her eyes. Only when Oliver continued looking at her, she lowered the tablet and looked at him.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Oliver said gently, putting his hand on hers. “I know you are bored, and I know you miss your work already. I understand that, but it’s my job to make sure you are safe and healthy. That does indeed include that I will take care, so won’t die from boredom.”

Felicity grumbled, but she switched off the tablet and dropped it the mattress. Taking his hand, she wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Oliver got the hint and slid closer to her, so she could snuggle up to his side and rest her head back to his shoulder like she had before he had gone downstairs.

“You have to find something soon though because I already feel like I am dying from boredom.”

Oliver brushed his lips against her forehead. He knew his usual ways of distracting her – way that included a lot of movement and a lot of nakedness – didn’t come into question here. He would have to find another idea to distract her.

“I will find something,” Oliver whispered. “I promise.”

Felicity angled her head back, smiling at him. “If someone can, I know it’s you.”

Smiling, Oliver brushed his lips against Felicity’s. He wanted to deepen the kiss, but the sound of the front door being shut opened distracted him. His lips were still resting against Felicity’s, but his muscles already tensed.

“I’m home!”

At the sound of Mae’s voice, Oliver sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. The whole story with the stalker seemed to get more to him than he had let on so far. His tension was a sure sign for that. The stalker would be crazy if he just broke into their home in the middle of the day.

“We are upstairs!”

Over Mae’s loud steps on the stairs, Tommy called, “Hey! Sorry, but I can’t stay! If you need anything more from me, just let me know!”

“Thank you, Tommy!” Felicity called.

“You’re welcome!”

A moment later, the front door shut and Mae came running into the room. She dropped her backpack to the floor, slipped off her shoes and crawled into bed. She almost threw herself at her mother, and Oliver was tempted to tell her that she had to be careful, but Felicity had already wrapped her arms around Mae with a heartfelt chuckle.

“You are home,” Mae said. “Finally!”

Felicity smiled. She rested her hands against Mae’s cheeks and looked at her face like she hadn’t seen her daughter in years. Leaning forward, she nuzzled her lips until both of them were laughing then.

“I am really happy I am back home too,” Felicity said, “though I won’t get to see much of our home for the next weeks.”

“Do you really have to stay in bed all day?”

Felicity nodded her head. “Yes, it’s important for me and the baby.”

“Don’t worry though, Mae,” Oliver said, stroking a gentle hand over her blonde curls. “I will play with you.”

“I know.” Mae sighed before she frowned. “Can’t we play a game altogether?”

Oliver cast a brief glance to Felicity, trying to figure out if she was up for that. She was already smiling and nodding her head though.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“Okay, in that case I suggest we do it the following way,” Oliver said, “Mae, you decide which game we should play. Mommy will take a look at the menu and decide what we order for dinner. I will go downstairs and get another glass.”

Felicity perked up an eyebrow. “I’d say I am not the only one who misses work.”

Oliver chuckled. He might really sound a little bit like he was in the kitchen and had to make sure everyone knew exactly what to do. He leaned over and brushed his lips against Felicity’s once more before he crawled out of bed. He pulled at Mae’s feet, pulling her off the bed and making her chuckle.

“Make sure you find a game, so we can win against mommy,” he whispered to her. “It’s no fun if we lose.”

“I want to play Trivial Pursuit.”

“Trivial Pursuit, really?” Oliver asked. “You do know that mommy always wins if we are playing games that you have to be really smart for, right?”

“Yes, but I want mommy to win,” Mae whispered. “I am sure it will cheer her up.”

“You are remarkable, you know that?”

Mae smiled at him widely. “That’s what you always say to mommy.”

“And it’s true for both of you.”

He kissed Mae’s cheek before he set her back down on the floor and turned her around. With a chuckle, he slapped her butt playfully, making Mae giggle. She ran into her room to look for a game they could play. Oliver went downstairs into the kitchen.

At least for a while Felicity would be distracted from the troubles in her and their baby’s health as well as that nightmare with her stalker. For the next days, Oliver would have to find other things to distract Felicity though. Of course there were a lot of time they could spend online shopping since a lot of their baby equipment was still missing. He doubted that they’d be able to fill four weeks with that, at least not without Felicity getting bored anyway.

When Oliver turned back to the door, his eyes caught sight of a small bottle of nail polish that was placed on the topmost shelf next to the door. It was empty, had been empty for years actually. He and Felicity had kept it as a keepsake though.

Puckering his lips, Oliver grabbed his phone and dialed his mother’s number. While he was waiting for her to take the call, he already made a mental list of everything he had to prepare to make it perfect.

“Oliver,” she said as soon as she had picked up the phone. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s great,” Oliver replied. “I mean nothing new happened, so everything is the way it is and- Whatever, I was just wondering if you could pick up Mae from school on Friday and take her for the night. I want to surprise Felicity with something.”

* * *

If Felicity was writing a diary, she’d probably start today’s entry with the words Day Ten of bedrest. Still feels like a prison. Still utterly bored.

For the umpteenth time in the last ten days, Felicity started counting the number of ceiling panels of the bedroom. She doubted that there were more or less than there had been yesterday. If there were, it would be the most exciting thing that had happened to her in the last ten days though.

Felicity knew she really had no right to complain. These last ten days, everyone around her had tried their best to distract her. Laurel and Tommy were coming by at least every other day, and Lyla texted her several times each day to update her on possible apartments for her and John to rent in Starling. Moira and Walter had visited her four times too, bringing delicious food and bakery from Raisa with them, much to Oliver’s resentment. He had been trying to spoil her with delicious food himself after all. Everyone was really doing their best.

If Felicity could work, just for a couple of hours each day, the boredom during the time she was spending alone would probably be much easier to bare. She had tried to discuss that with Oliver, but she hadn’t managed to convince him. In his mind, she was only getting over excited about possible breakthroughs or upset about possible struggles. Neither would be good for her health in the current situation.

Unfortunately, not working didn’t exactly feel like it was good for her health either. Whenever she was so bored that she didn’t know what to do, she felt her thoughts drifting back to the stalker she tried to forget so desperately. As much as she tried to tell herself to relax because she knew the stress wasn’t good for the baby, she still felt that creeping feeling clawing at her from time to time.

Felicity sighed, shaking her head. According to Oliver, nothing more had happened. There had been no texts, no calls and no gifts. She wasn’t sure if she really believed him, but she didn’t have much of a choice but to do so. Maybe this nightmare really was over now.

As for her boredom, she just had to remind herself that she had managed to get through ten long days already. She’d make it through the next eighteen until her baby was finally born too.

Felicity looked down at her bump and moved her fingers up and down her baby bump slowly. She could feel her baby’s kicks beneath the palm of her hands. They had gotten softer in the last ten minutes though, telling Felicity that her little boy – she still insisted on the baby being a boy – was most likely falling asleep.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” she asked in a whisper. “It’s just for you that I am following the doctor’s instructions so thoroughly. I stay in bed. I don’t work. I eat all that horribly healthy food daddy’s making for us.”

Felicity smiled. She hadn’t even met her baby yet, but she already knew that she would do anything for him. She doubted there was anything as strong as the love of a mother.

“Did I just hear the words horrible and food together in regard to my cooking?”

Looking up, Felicity found Oliver leaning in the frame of the door. He had his hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans and was watching her. With the blue plaid shirt that he wore and the soft smile on his lips, he looked incredibly sweet. Felicity felt butterflies tingle in her stomach just from the way he was looking at her.

“Yes, but, in my defense,” Felicity said with an amused smile, “I said horribly healthy.”

Oliver narrowed his eyes at her playfully. When she puckered her lips and cocked her head, looking at him with eyes full of innocence, Oliver just scrunched up his nose and groaned though. He just couldn’t be angry with her.

“Do you have a few minutes for me?”

“Oh, usually I do,” Felicity said, “but I was just considering going on a run, at least after I have made sure that the number of ceiling panels is still the same as in the last ten days.”

“In that case I will just come back later and-“

“Don’t you dare leave me alone again,” Felicity said, throwing a pillow at Oliver when he gestured back over his shoulder. “Since Mae’s spending the night at your mother’s, you are going to be my slave tonight.”

Oliver perked up his eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

“Yes.” Felicity nodded and patted the mattress next to her. “Come here. You can start with being my pillow, my blanket and my mattress while massaging my shoulders or my scalp at the same time. Well, or maybe we delay that and you massage my feet first. I have no idea why they hurt because I am not even using them, but they could need a massage.”

“What if I got a better idea?”

Felicity cocked her head. “Better than cuddling and massaging me?”

“Way better.”

For a brief moment, Felicity narrowed her eyes. She considered scolding him for thinking there was anything better than cuddling with her. Something in the way Oliver smiled and his eyes sparkled told her that there might be some truth in his words.

“Did you prepare a surprise for me?”

“Maybe.”

“Is that why Mae is spending the night at your mother’s?”

“Maybe.”

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “Mae was supposed to spend last Friday night at your mother’s already, but she got sick. Did you want to surprise me last week already?”

“Maybe.”

“Alright, Mr. Secretive. In that case-“

Oliver had almost flinched slightly, but it had already been enough to make Felicity stop. She bit down on her tongue and lowered her eyes, sucking in a deep breath. In the last years, she had always called him Mr. Secretive when he had tried to be mysterious because he wanted to surprise her. Since she had called him Mr. Secretive when he had denied sending her the bouquet of flowers that had turned out to be the beginning of the stalking, that name would forever be tainted now.

Maybe it was the worst thing this stalker could have done. He had turned something that was important to her and to her relationship with Oliver, and he had tainted it.

“Come on,” Oliver said eventually, breaking the silence that had settled, as he stepped to the bed. “I’ll show you your surprise.”

Oliver pushed his one arm under the back of her knees and put his other arm around her back. Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly, when he lifted her off the bed and into his arms. A low groan escaped his lips.

“Hey,” Felicity complained, slapping his chest lightly. “This is not the sound you are supposed to make when you are lifting your wife into your arms.”

“For the record, I am lifting my wife and my baby into my arms,” Oliver told her. “There is a difference between those. A difference of several pounds.”

Felicity just slapped Oliver’s chest once more. “It’s a good thing John is coming back, so he can make sure that you are getting back in form. I am pretty sure that you have been in better form when he was your training partner.”

“Oh, you want to complain about my physical form now?”

“Yes,” Felicity replied. “It’s obviously not at its peak if it keeps you from being on your good husband behavior.”

Oliver just chuckled and shook his head. Felicity smiled, resting her forehead against his temple. She knew the last thing she could complain about was Oliver’s physical fitness. He was going out for a run every day for at least an hour. He was also putting a lot of effort into training his muscles. With his broad shoulders and defined abs, he could definitely let himself be seen.

“You know what’s already the best thing about this surprise?”

“That you get to leave the bed?”

“Exactly.” Felicity chuckled. “I have no idea how you think you can top this because I doubt it’s possible, but it doesn’t matter because-“

Whatever Felicity had wanted to say died on her lips the moment Oliver crossed the doorstep to the living room and she saw what exactly he had prepared for her. Their entire living room was decorated with balloon, flowers and lights. A buffet of wonderful dishes, including a chocolate fountain had been set up. Music was playing in the background. There was a wide lying surface on the middle of the room.

The room looked almost the same way her bedroom had looked eight years back when Oliver had made sure they got their own prom night. Only this time, everything looked even more professional.

“I take it back,” she whispered. “This is the best.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Felicity just breathed the words out, taking in everything with tears welling in her eyes. She remembered that she hadn’t wanted to go to prom because she hadn’t felt like that was the right place for a pregnant girl to be, especially given the bullying she had been going through at that time. She had wanted Oliver to go there though, thinking it was an important experience. Oliver hadn’t wanted to experience it without her though, so he had made sure they got to spend their own prom night.

They had spent that night making love to each other for what was probably the first and only time since Felicity had found out she was pregnant. They had lain in bed, snuggled up to each other, until Oliver had started varnishing Felicity’s toe nails, and they had tried to find a name for their baby. They hadn’t succeeded, but it didn’t matter. That night had been as special as a prom night should be.

“Are you-“

“Going to vanish your toenails while we will discuss baby names?” Oliver asked, knowing exactly what was on her mind because he just knew her that well. “Of course we will.”

“Exactly like during prom night,” Felicity whispered.

“Yeah.”

Felicity turned her head to look at Oliver. He was smiling at her already, taking in her reaction to his surprise thoroughly. Felicity smiled back at him, thanking him for all of this without saying a word. Only Oliver had ever done something like this for her.

“I love you,” Felicity whispered. “So much.”

Oliver smiled and leaned in. He brushed his lips against hers, and Felicity stroked her fingertips through the hair at the back of Oliver’s neck. She knew how much he enjoyed that and she loved the way goosebumps spread all over her skin whenever she did it.

When their lips parted, Oliver smiled at her for a moment, making the butterflies in her stomach go crazy. Soon, he lay her down on the mattresses though. He poured her a glass of his homemade lemonade and got her some of the food from the buffet to make sure she really got everything she could possibly want. Felicity just smiled, feeling the lump in her throat increase as she continued to be completely speechless about his actions.

Balancing the plate with food on her bump, Felicity watched Oliver. He was sitting down at her feet, already pulling them into his lap and taking off her socks. She guessed he would really varnish her toenails like he had that night all those years ago after she had complained that prom night was only perfect if her toenails were varnished, something she hadn’t been able to do herself with the bump in the way.

“So, I already got your tablet ready to help inspire us with baby names,” Oliver said, handing her the tablet, “and I’ve got two different nail polishes.”

He lifted the two colors, and Felicity chuckles when she saw that one was a soft shade of pink and the other a light shade of blue. She didn’t have to take a look at the names to know that those colors were probably names It’s a girl which was the color Oliver had used to varnish her toenails during their original prom night and It’s a boy.

“I guess I don’t have to ask which color you want?”

“If you have even remotely listened to me in the last few months, you already know.”

“Blue it is then.” Oliver threw the pink-colored nail polish back over his shoulder. It landed somewhere on the floor behind him with a clattering sound, but Oliver didn’t mind. “What do I get when the baby turns out to be a girl?”

“What do you want?” Felicity asked with perked up eyebrows. “Daily massages and the right to be on top during hot nights of lovemaking every other week?”

Oliver chuckled. “You think that’s important to me?”

“Who knows.”

“Felicity, I love it when you are on top.”

Felicity smiled. Despite how much she told herself not to, she blushed and had to lowered her eyes. It didn’t matter how close she and Oliver were. She would never stop blushing when they talked about sex. Sometimes it felt like a miracle that their sex life was as filthy as it was given how much problems Felicity had to talk about it.

“If the baby turns out to be a girl, I want the command of the remote back.”

Felicity grinned, trying to bite back a full-hearted laughter. She still had no idea how she had convinced Oliver of leaving the remote to her. He complained about it every time they took time to watch TV together.

“But if the baby is a boy, I want to eat junk food at least twice each month.”

Oliver perked up his eyebrow. “Really? You eat it at least every other week anyway.”

“But it’s one time less that I have to feel guilty for it.”

Lifting her foot to his lips, he kissed her toes. Felicity had to take in a breath and focus on not pulling her foot away since his stubble tickled her tender skin.

“Deal.”

“Deal,” Felicity repeated with a smile.

Oliver grabbed a pillow and placed it in his lap, resting her feet on top of it. As he started applying the nail polish, he gestured towards the tablet. Felicity got the hint and took a look at the website Oliver had already opened for them.

“Oh, the first name that appears here is already great,” Felicity said. “Aiden.”

“I don’t know.”

Felicity bit down on her tongue, just nodding her head. She barely remembered discussing baby names with Oliver. A small voice in her head already whispered that they might run into problems here.

“Here’s a baby name generator.” Felicity accessed it quickly. “It generates baby names based on the baby’s surname.”

“That sounds promising.”

“Absolutely,” Felicity agreed. “Let’s see. First name it recommends is… Okay, there isn’t a single name on this list I like. Give me a second.”

She let the computer generate another ten names and skimmed the list. She couldn’t say that she was exactly convinced of any of the names.

“Maybe Lex?”

Oliver chuckled, not even looking up from her toes. “I don’t have to see your face to know you don’t like the name anyway, so it doesn’t matter what I think.”

“Yeah, because Lex would almost remind me of Lex Luthor. I love Lena, but her brother is the worst.”

“I knew you didn’t like the name.”

“The generator sucks,” Felicity said, shaking her head. “I will search for other names. Give me a second.”

“Take your time,” Oliver whispered in a singsong. “We have all night.”

Felicity smiled at that, but she hurried to view other lists with baby names nonetheless. There hadn’t been much time to think about their baby’s name so far. Now that they had started discussing names, she couldn’t wait to find one though.

“What about Jackson?”

“So you can emphasize again and again how hot Dr. Jackson Avery is?”

“Since he and April didn’t get to be together, he’s dead to me.”

“You are still not over it?”

“Never,” Felicity whispered. “What about Leo?”

“Madeleine and Leo?” Oliver scrunched up his nose. “No.”

“Samuel?”

“To forever remind you of Japril’s tragic end?”

“Oh my God, I didn’t even think about that,” Felicity said and scrunched up her nose. “A definite no to that one. What about Henry?”

“Only if we don’t find any other.”

“Emmett?”

“Yes,” Oliver said, looking at her with surprise. “That name’s great.”

“Too bad I don’t like it.”

Oliver frowned. “Why did you suggest it then?”

“Just because I knew you’d like it.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, but Felicity just lifted her tablet in front of her face and smiled to herself. Discussing baby names was a lot of fun actually, at least as long as she was in charge. She knew she’d go crazy if he would be the one suggesting names.

“Are we going to discuss girls’ names too?”

“Why?” Felicity asked. “Are we planning on a third baby already?”

Oliver chuckled. “You really are that sure about the baby being a boy?”

“Absolutely.” Felicity pushed a chicken nugget into her mouth and stroked her fingers over her baby belly. “We have a special connection, you know?”

Felicity was already focusing back on the list of possible baby names when a terrible scenario popped up in her mind. She felt herself tensing and lowered the tablet.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Oliver asked, squeezing her foot. “Something wrong?”

“What if we pick a baby name that we love very much and it turns out to be the stalker’s name?”

Oliver seemed to be so surprised by her question, he almost varnished her entire toe instead of just the nail. After looking at her wordlessly for like two minutes, he resumed varnishing her toenails. Only when he had finished the last toenail, he put the bottle away and looked at Felicity.

“That would be a weird coincidence.”

“But it’s not impossible,” Felicity said. “Do you want to tempt that?”

Oliver pushed his tongue against the inside of his mouth and took in a deep breath. He seemed to struggle with his answer. He probably tried to figure out if there was really a possibility this would happen.

“I guess we'll just wait a little longer with figuring out a name for our baby.”

Felicity nodded her head slowly. “It might be the best we can do.”

With a long sigh, Felicity switched off the tablet and put it away. She couldn’t hide the sadness that filled her chest. This night had been supposed to be a nice callback to their original prom night. She just wasn’t able to turn off the thoughts of the danger that was still out there for them.

“Hey.”

Oliver crawled over to her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rested his other hand on the underside of her baby bump. His lips kissed the crown of her head reassuringly. Sighing, Felicity leaned more against him. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the strong beat of his heart. There was something comforting about it.

“It’s okay to be worried and scared,” Oliver whispered. “We don’t know what the future will bring in regards to that creep.”

“He hasn’t done anything in the last thirteen days.” Felicity put her plate away and moved her right leg to rest between both of Oliver’s, so she was partly lying against and partly lying on top of him. “Maybe it’s really over now.”

“Maybe,” Oliver agreed. “We have to wait and see.”

Felicity groaned. “I hate waiting.”

“I know,” Oliver whispered, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “I have noticed.”

It wasn’t just the waiting that annoyed Felicity. She knew they had to be cautious because they couldn’t just throw their carefulness into the wind and pretend like none of this had ever happened. At least they couldn’t do so yet.

When was the time to decide that it might be all over even if they never found out who had stalked her? Her life had to go on one day, right?

“Can you do me a favor?”

Felicity rested her head back to look at Oliver, finding his eyes already on her. He was looking at her with perked up eyebrows, waiting for her to say whatever she needed.

“Will you talk to our baby?” she asked. “I just want to hear your voice, and I love when you are talking to our kids.”

A warm smile spread on Oliver’s lips. He leaned in and brushed her lips with his in a chaste kiss. Slipping his arm away from around her shoulders, he crawled down the bed a little bit then to lie down between her legs with his head resting right over her baby bump.

With held breath, Felicity watched him. She had meant exactly what she had said before. She loved hearing Oliver’s voice because it was always reassuring to know that he was here with her. At the same time, the way he talked to their children always reminded her of the joy she had with her family. They were their big jackpot.

“Hi, Baby,” Oliver whispered eventually. He rested both of his hands to the sides of her baby belly and brushed his lips against her skin. “Mommy suggested that I talk to you for a little while, so here I am. I know I haven’t talked to you much lately. Mommy and I were running into a little bit of stress here. I know you noticed because you and mommy have this special bond.”

Felicity smiled, watching Oliver’s face as he talked to their baby. His voice was soft, and the expression in his arms was so warm that Felicity felt affected by it immediately. She reached out her hand and stroked her fingers through Oliver’s hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes found hers for a brief moment before he lowered his gaze again, looking at her belly like he could see their baby in there.

If Felicity hadn’t fallen in love with Oliver long before they had even known about Mae, she would have fallen in love with him the moment she had first heard him talking to their unborn baby. From the way he talked with this soft, lowered voice, there had never been a doubt that he was going to be the best daddy a baby could have.

“I just wanted you to know that we are already waiting for you, and we cannot wait to meet you,” he whispered. “Last week, Uncle Tommy and I set up your nursery to make sure you get everything you need. I will show it to mommy later tonight if she hasn’t fallen asleep yet.”

Felicity’s smile widened. One more reason to love listening to Oliver while he was talking to their children was that he always shared secrets with them. She loved hearing about them by listening to him talking to their children.

“We love you, Baby,” Oliver continued in the same low whisper. “And we cannot wait to hold you in our arms. You are already so loved, and you will only be loved more and more.”

Oliver kissed Felicity’s bump right over her popped out belly button. He whispered something more to the baby, so quietly that not even Felicity could hear him. Propping himself up onto his hands, he crawled up the bed until he could snuggle up against her again.

Felicity lost no time. She grabbed the neckline of his shirt and pulled him down to him, kissing him hungrily. If Dr. Schwartz hadn’t forbidden them to have sex, she would surely undress Oliver and take him right now. There was just something incredibly hot about him being a loving dad to their children. It was something she would never get tired of.

Soon, Felicity could feel Oliver getting affected by the hotness of the kiss. Stroking his tongue against hers one last time, he took hold of her hips and pushed himself a little away from her. Parting the kiss, he looked at her. They were both breathless, but they smiled at each other nonetheless.

“One question though,” Felicity asked, her voice raspy from the need she still felt throbbing between her legs. “How did you and Tommy set up the nursery when neither of you spoilt billionaires even knows how to put together a shelf?”

Oliver puckered his lips for a moment before he grumbled, “Maybe Laurel might have helped with that a little.”

“Oh, really?” Felicity asked, not at all surprised. “Just a little?”

“A tiny little, yes.”

Felicity chuckled, not believing a word he said. It didn’t matter though. It wasn’t about putting the furniture together. It was about remembering that this was important and taking care of it without saying a word to surprise her. That was the part that mattered.

“I love you,” Felicity whispered. “I love you so much.”

Oliver smiled, tugging a strand of her hair back behind her ear. “I love you too.”

They both leaned in for another kiss. This time, it wasn’t a needy kiss that reminded them of how much they physically needed each other though. It was a slow kiss, proving how much they needed each other’s love and each other’s presence right now and forever.

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Day 5: Free Prompt

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Kirishima couldn’t believe he was in this position again, he promised himself he wouldn’t panic but he can’t help it. The sterile nature of the hospital makes him feel uneasy and sick to his stomach. But he blames himself, how did he go for so long without knowing? He considers himself an observant person but…this was too much for him to ignore. Kirishima stared at Yokozawa’s unconcise form with worry as what happen at work played back in his mind.

Kirishima was sitting at his desk editing another one of his author’s manuscript, while Yokozawa walked in. Kirishima looked up with his signature smile when he notices Yokozawa looked a little pale and run down.

“Kirishima-san, I came to get the sale data for Japun,” Yokozawa said.

“What?” Kirishima said confused. “Your joking, right?”

“Excuse me?” Yokozawa asked.

“You literally came down an hour ago and got the data,” Kirishima said eyeing Yokozawa curiously.

“I…I did?” Yokozawa said looking equally confused.

“Yokozawa, are you ok?” Kirishima asked noticing he was attracting the attention of his co-workers.

“I’m fine…I must be tired.” Yokozawa stated waving him off turning around.

Everything happened in slow motion after that, Yokozawa froze for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground. Kirishima was immediately out of his chair panicking before barking orders to his subordinates to call 911. Yokozawa wasn’t responding to him and he's as pale as ever, Kirishima swore his blood pressure went through the roof as he cradled Yokozawa seemingly lifeless body. He didn’t even notice practically everyone watching him when the paramedics finally arrived they asked him questions he didn’t know the answer too. After they loaded Yokozawa into an ambulance, Kirishima packed up his things ready to leave when he bumped into Takano on the way out.

“Takano, sorry I don’t have time to talk…” Kirishima started.

“I’m heading to the hospital too,” Takano said, “You should come with me.”

Kirishima noticed the solemn look in his eye before he reluctantly followed him to his car. When the pair started driving, there was tense silence until Takano finally broke the spell.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” Takano said to Kirishima, “I thought he’d stay home today.”

“What do you mean?” Kirishima asked looking over to Takano.

Takano sighed to himself. “I promised him, I wouldn’t tell you unless it was an emergency.”

“I think this constitutes as an emergency,” Kirishima deadpanned.

“Yokozawa is sick,” Takano said, “He has a chronic illness.”

“What kind?” Kirishima asked calmly.

“Yokozawa has multiple sclerosis,” Takano told him.

Kirishima had tuned out of most of the conversation afterward but picked up bits and pieces. Yokozawa was diagnosed at sixteen but his symptoms got worse when he was twenty after he was in a car accident caused by a drunk driver, who thankful wasn’t Takano. He’s had over twenty-five surgeries in the past eight years to deal with a chronic pain he’s constantly in. Yokozawa was prone to horrible migraines, and searing pain in his spine to the point he’d be brought to tears. Takano has had to stop him from committing suicide more than once since Yokozawa couldn’t deal with the pain he was in sometimes. It hurt to know all this information now, but Kirishima wanted to stay by Yokozawa side no matter what. Kirishima then suddenly heard soft groaning come from Yokozawa as he slowly came to.

“Kirishima…” Yokozawa said softly before groaning in pain.

“Hey, I’m here,” Kirishima said quietly “Do you remember what happened?”

“I was asking you…about the sale data…” Yokozawa said slowly “I don’t remember much after that.”

“You collapsed at the office,” Kirishima told him taking his hand. “I was worried, you were so pale and lifeless.”

“I’m sorry,” Yokozawa said giving Kirishima hand a light squeeze.

“Takano told me everything,” Kirishima admitted watching as Yokozawa froze “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Yokozawa couldn’t look Kirishima in the eye. “I didn’t want you to find out this way…after you told me Sakura died from illness…I didn’t want to burden you again.”

Kirishima carefully took Yokozawa’s chin and made him face him. “You are not a burden, I promised you we’re in this together, for better or worse I will stick by your side.”

Yokozawa leaned his head into Kirishima’s palm. “I…I might need to have surgery again. I’m pretty sure I passed out because I was in so much pain.”

“I understand,” Kirishima said before looking Yokozawa dead in the eye “And your moving in with us. No ifs, and's, or buts about it.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” Yokozawa said giving him a soft smile.

After Yokozawa was released from the hospital he was on strict bedrest with little movement, he also was scheduled to have another surgery two weeks from his doctor’s appointment to help with the pain in his spine. True to his words Kirishima, Takano and even Onodera was helping Yokozawa move his things into Kirishima’s apartment.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” Yokozawa asked from where he was standing in the kitchen.

“We’re sure,” Kirishima said looking up “Should you be resting?”

“I’m looking for my briefcase,” Yokozawa said, “I still have work to do.”

“You know Isaka gave you two months off so you can destress and recover properly,” Takano reprimanded his friend.

“Don’t make me call Hiyo on you,” Kirishima threaten playfully.

“You wouldn’t,” Yokozawa said.

“HIYO! Yokozawa’s out of bed again!” Kirishima called hearing the eleven-year-old girl coming towards the kitchen.

“Yokozawa-Oniichan! You should be in bed!” Hiyo exclaimed eyes full of worry before she started dragging the twenty-eight-year-old man back to her father’s bedroom “The doctor said you need to rest before your surgery. Don’t worry Oniichan, Papa and I got this.”

“Ok, ok, you win,” Yokozawa said as he started to follow her before wincing in pain as he felt a sharp pain go up his sore legs.

Kirishima noticed this before helping Yokozawa back into bed. “You always take care of us, let us take care of you for once.”

Yokozawa then gave Kirishima a soft smile before complying with the demands. Over the next two weeks, Kirishima learned more and more how Yokozawa’s condition affected him. He learned that Yokozawa was always in constant pain and was never totally pain-free if he was having sharp nerve pain he was sore from the muscle spasms he had. Yokozawa’s limbs would also randomly go numb, he found that out when a glass slipped from Yokozawa’s fingers before he was clutching his arm in pain or when Yokozawa fell on his way to the kitchen when his right leg when numb before flaring up with pain. Yokozawa was also constant fatigue and had no energy through the day and simple tasks seemed to drain him, even feeding Sorata left him exhausted.

But the worst things were the headaches and migraines, the first time Kirishima encounter a headache was when he was giving Yokozawa a massage to relieve his aching muscles when Yokozawa suddenly snapped at him. Kirishima was used to his mood swings normally but when Yokozawa explained he had a headache, Kirishima placed a cooling pad to his head and helped him relaxed a little to make it go away. The first time Kirishima encounter Yokozawa having a migraine it was both the scariest and most heartbreaking thing he’d ever witness.

It was the middle of the night and he was woken up by Yokozawa hold his head in his hands rocking back and forth in pain.

“Yokozawa! What’s the matter!?” Kirishima asked worriedly.

“A migraine…” Yokozawa mumbled breathing harshly.

“Ok, let me get your painkillers,” Kirishima said hurriedly getting out of bed getting two pills and a glass of water. When Kirishima stepped back into the room he panicked when he saw Yokozawa curled up in a ball on the floor breathing heavily almost hyperventilating.

Kirishima quickly set down the painkillers and the glass of water before going to his distressed lover's side. “Yokozawa…”

“Shut up!” Yokozawa breathed “It hurts! It hurts so much!”

“It’s ok, I’m right here,” Kirishima said trying to get Yokozawa to calm down “I have your painkillers.”

“It’s not going to help!” Yokozawa said before he started sobbing.

Kirishima then hugged Yokozawa to him tightly shushing him softly. “It’s ok…I’m here…”

“I can’t…I just can’t…” Yokozawa cried “I want to die…I want to die so bad…I want the pain to stop…”

Kirishima went into mild shock hearing those words but kept comforting Yokozawa until the pain was more manageable and he took the painkillers. Kirishima held him the entire night whispering how much he loved him in his ear and how everything was going to be ok. Yokozawa woke up the next day with Kirishima right beside him and he said quietly “Thank you.”

“We’re in this together,” Kirishima responded kissing the top of Yokozawa’s forehead.

The day of Yokozawa surgery Kirishima was a nervous wreck but kept his composure as they drove to the hospital. Kirishima was so in his head and jumped when Yokozawa nudged him.

“Hey, don’t worry, it’s just a simple procedure to help with the pain,” Yokozawa said to Kirishima.

“I know…I know…” Kirishima said before getting out and opening the door for Yokozawa.

“Remember, we’re in this together,” Yokozawa said giving Kirishima soft smile.

“We’re in this together,” Kirishima echoed back.

Yokozawa surgery took five hours to complete and it was the long five hours of Kirishima’s life, He was relieved when the doctor said he could see Yokozawa. Kirishima walked into the room to find Yokozawa awake reclining in bed.

“Hey, how’s the wild bear feeling?” Kirishima teased.

Yokozawa smiled at the humor. “A little numb but the doctors said that’s normal, the feeling will go away.”

“Good, did you talk to him about getting stronger painkillers or alternative treatment?” Kirishima asked sitting next to him.

“He suggested I try hot/cold therapy for my muscles,” Yokozawa told Kirishima “It’ll help with the soreness as for painkillers he recommended a new medication.”

“That’s good,” Kirishima said taking Yokozawa’s hand.

Yokozawa looked down at it and smiled. “Thank you, Zen.”

Kirishima looked up at the use of his given name before smiling at his lover. “We’re in this together Takafumi. I’ll always be right by your side.”

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