Hi everyone! I know I said it wouldn't be a long wait but I suck. I had the chapter written and then lost it somehow, so I had to rewrite it. And then life happened and I was super busy with school, and then finally had the time and inspiration to write it again. Alas, here it is - the final chapter! Thank you guys so much for coming on this wild ride with me that actually started as a random request I got for a one-shot that somehow became 18 chapters long! Anyways... I love you all and if you've been reading my other story Spotlight, I'm going to be focusing on finishing that one up. I also have another idea in the works so feel free to follow to me as an author if you want to know when I post! I know with the show ending, fandoms can start to die down but I really hope that doesn't happen with us - Olicity is truly something special and as long as the inspiration strikes, I'll be here. :)

Anyways (again)... You guys are amazing and I hope you enjoy!

Follow me on tumblr - my username is daenerys-targaryes

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and any original characters that may be added in later. All rights over characters of the TV show Arrow belong to CW Television and DC Comics.

Felicity freezes, not knowing what to do as Oliver's soft lips connect with hers. A part of her thinks that this cannot be real – there is no way that Oliver freaking Queen is kissing her right now. She's dreamt of this so many times since the night they were together, trying to remember the feel of his hands on her cheeks, his mouth on her body. But this… this feels too real to be one of her dreams. After a few seconds, she realizes that she still hasn't moved and panics when he starts to pull away. Before he can, Felicity grips the front of his shirt tightly in one hand to bring him closer – well, as close as she can with her gigantic stomach between them. She lifts the other hand to the back of his neck, threading her fingers through his short hair and finally moving her lips against his.

Feeling him smile against her, she can't help but return it before Oliver deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue along the seam of her lips. A tingling feeling spreads throughout her entire body as Felicity melts into his embrace, one of his arms looping around her waist as the other rests against her cheek. His palm is warm, skin rough from constantly holding a baseball bat but comforting nonetheless.

What feels like hours later but in reality is no more than one, the pair lays cuddled on Oliver's bed, her head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around her waist. His hand rests gently on her side, rubbing soothing patterns across her stomach over the thin material of her tee. "So," Felicity starts, playing with the fingers of his free hand lazily. "That happened."

A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth and he tilts his chin, finger moving up to grasp her chin gently. He waits until her eyes meet his, "I'm glad it did. You have no idea how long I've been wanting to kiss you again."

She chuckles, "Trust me, I think I do." Oh, did she have an idea. Try adding pregnancy hormones to her already existing teenage hormones, to her incredibly aggressive crush on him. "If you wanted to for so long," her brows draw together behind her glasses, "why didn't you?"

Oliver lets out a shaky sigh, eyes avoiding hers at the question. He thinks it over for a few moments and she lets him, going back to entwining her fingers with his and resting them on his stomach. "Honestly, I didn't think I deserved to. I probably still don't," he admits with a shake of his head. "I've made a lot of mistakes in my life; I've been a really… bad guy, Felicity."

"But that's not who you are," she is quick to interject, leaning back so she can look at him fully.

"I know," he placates her with a nod of agreement, but he still has more to say. "I spent so long trying to be something that I'm not, and I hurt a lot of people. Laurel… She always deserved better than the way I treated her, but she always took it. She always forgave me, until I finally did something she couldn't forgive. And I don't blame her – what I did was unforgivable. And the worst part is that I don't completely regret it."

The fire in her eyes softens at the confession, and she squeezes his hand.

Oliver shakes his head again, "I know that's messed up, but I don't. I could never regret you, Felicity. I could never regret our daughter." Finally, he flits his eyes up to meet hers and finds them shining with unshed tears. He raises a hand to brush a fallen strand of hair from Felicity's face. "I want to be with you, Felicity. I want us to be a family."

Her bottom lip trembles and he brush his thumb against it. "Why?" Felicity's voice shakes.

"Are you kidding?" he huffs out in disbelief. "You're the strongest person I've ever met, Felicity. You're fearless, and smart, and good. The real question here is why someone as remarkable as you would ever want to be with me."

"Stop doing that," she grumbles. Felicity shifts so that she sits on her knees in front of him and brings both hands to cradle his face, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Stop talking about yourself like you're not worth anything, Oliver. I'm strong because you support me when I just want to give up. I'm smart because you push me to work harder. I'm good because you make me better. You make me want to be better. You do that. And I could never want anyone else to be Peanut's father. Okay?"

Oliver can't even believe the words coming out of her mouth, can't even believe how lucky he is to have stumbled upon her crying in his best friend's room nine months ago. "Okay," he nods, brushing a fallen tear away from her cheek before leaning forward and capturing her perfect lips in a kiss.

"You aren't watching the movie," Felicity accuses, hiding the smirk threatening to take over.

Oliver huffs a laugh and shifts closer to her, which is barely even possible given how she is practically laying on top of him. They'd spent the entirety of the previous night up talking, pumped up on adrenaline after having finally kissed her after wanting to for so long. The sun had started to creep in through his curtains by the time Felicity had drifted off next to him, and he fell asleep staring at her. Given that it is a Sunday, they've barely left his room, eyes glued to the Star Wars movie marathon – he's never seen all of them, which Felicity decided is definitely a deal breaker if they were really gonna do this thing.

After a few minutes of still feeling his eyes on her, Felicity gives up and grabs the remote. Pausing the movie, she shifts so she can face him and arches a brow, "What?"

"Nothing," Oliver shrugs. He nods towards the tv, "Let's watch. The stormtrooper is about to blow something up."

She rolls her eyes. "Okay, first of all, that's a Jedi," she corrects for the third time. "And second of all, I can tell something is on your mind. Spill it, Queen," she pokes at his chest, still taken aback by how firm it is – that should not be physically possible, should it? Their kid is gonna come out with a six-pack.

"It's nothing. I'm just," he shrugs again, voice quiet, "Thinking about the future."

"What about it?"

Oliver sighs, "I mean, you know I graduate in a couple months, right?"

"Right. About that…" Felicity bites her bottom lip, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. She's been wanting to talk to him about this ever since she found out the news. "Look, I know that you're trying to decide where you want to go to college. And obviously, me and Peanut are still in school here. But Oliver, I never want you to have to give something up for us – for me." His brows furrow in confusion and she stops him before he can interject, "I applied for early graduation and I just found out that it was approved. By the end of this year, I'll have a high school diploma – which is perfect because Peanut is due any week now and if I'm not in school, we don't have to worry. I'm going to take a year off, and then go to school when I originally would've. We can go anywhere you go."

"Felicity," a wide smile spreads across his face, "I was going to tell you that I got accepted to Boston University. My plan was to go to SCU for a year and then transfer but… It's only a mile away from MIT."

She stares at him, momentarily at a loss for words. This is definitely not what she was expecting him to say. "MIT? You would do that for me?"

"I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life, Felicity, and you've known since you were seven. MIT is your dream, which means Boston is my dream too," he promises, voice not wavering even once.

A teary laugh escapes past her lips as she surges forward, grabbing his face in her hands and melding their lips together. For the first time in a while, she can completely see her future – no, their future.

And then it all fades away as a striking pain shoots through her body from her lower stomach. Felicity jolts away with a gasp, eyes widening. Another stab goes through her and a hand flies to her belly, fingers pushing in where she thinks the pain is coming from.

"Felicity?" Oliver breathes out, eyes flooding with worry and a quick feeling of dread overtaking him. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I –" she cuts herself off when another wave of pain takes over, sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth. Eyes slammed shut, Felicity concentrates on her breathing for a moment before the pain ebbs away. Her eyes slowly open again, widening before they meet his frantic ones, "Oliver, I think I'm going into labor."

Oliver's breath hitches in his throat, eyes flitting towards her rounded stomach and then back to her panicked face, "What? No, it's too early."

"I know but –" Her eyes slam shut. God, this is even worse than she'd been told it would be. Why is it happening so early? So fast? Isn't labor supposed to take hours? She isn't ready for this. "I think we need to go to the hospital."

Felicity stares in awe at the tiny human nestled in her arms, so soft and pink. All of the pain and worry and fear she experienced over the past few hours was wiped from her memory at the first real look she got at her daughter. The birth was relatively quick and easy, according to the nurses, even though it felt like it went on for days. It helped that Oliver and her mom never left her side, both holding one of her hands and answering her every whim. She was afraid at first that Oliver wouldn't want to be in the room while everything was happening because, well, ew. Luckily, she didn't have to resort to begging or admitting how she didn't think she could get through it without him – he never wavered. Okay, he wavered once when things got particularly bloody, but he made it through. Since her due date isn't technically for a few weeks, Felicity was terrified something would go wrong, but aside from some slight breathing complications right after birth, her daughter is perfectly healthy. Small, but healthy.

Peanut is absolutely perfect. Downy blonde hair covers the top of her head, with plump cheeks framing her mouth that is so clearly Felicity. And her eyes… her eyes are all Oliver. They're closed now as she sleeps peacefully, cradled against her mother's chest. Donna had left the room shortly after she was born to give them some time alone, so it is just the young family and some hospital staff. Oliver lays on the edge of the bed next to the blonde, arm draped over the pillow above her head. His other hand cradles the back of his daughter's head, eyes transfixed on her little chest rising and falling with her even breaths.

"She's… God, she's beautiful," he breathes out, breaking the comfortable silence they'd fallen into. Words can't even explain all of the feelings he has every time he looks at the baby, every time he looks at Felicity. All he knows is that he would do anything for his two girls. His girls. He knows that as long as he breathes, these girls are the loves of his life. Forever.

"She looks like you."

He scoffs lightly, "Are you kidding? She's gorgeous. She's all you."

A small smile curls up on Felicity's face as she tilts her chin up towards him, "Smooth." He chuckles and presses his lips to her forehead, letting out a sigh as she leans into him.

A nurse walks over to them, breaking them out of the tender moment. "Sorry to interrupt," she smiles gently, the tag pinned to her chest indicating her name is Anna. "I know it seems like way too soon, but I'm gonna need to take her to the nursery just for a little while so we can take some measurements, do some simple tests and examinations."

Oliver shifts closer to her on the bed, and Felicity's brows draw together, "Right now?"

"It won't take long," Anna assures. "You can take the time to get a little bit of rest. You've been through a lot." At the unsure looks flitting between the teens, she tries to ease their worries, "Does she have a name yet? Otherwise, we'll just write yours down on her wrist band."

The subject change does its job as both of them visibly relax, smiles on their faces. Oliver nods, glancing at Felicity for assurance before looking back, "Mia Grace." At the sound of his voice, Mia shifts slightly where she's bundled up in a pink blanket and lets out the cutest sound he's ever heard in his life; he falls even more in love. "I think she likes it."

Anna smiles, "Well, I don't blame her, it's a beautiful name." She moves about and grabs the waiting wrist band and permanent marker, ready to write the name, "Mia Grace Smoak."

"No," Felicity interjects. She glances down at Mia and swears her daughter is smiling in her sleep. Maybe she's dreaming. Lifting her gaze, she meets Oliver's confused eyes, "Her name is Mia Grace Smoak-Queen."

Mouth falling open in surprise, Oliver stares at her for a few moments. They'd never talked about what her name would be – her last name, that is. He just assumed that it would be Smoak, but here Felicity is… surprising him once again. "Felicity, are you sure? You don't have to do that."

"I know, Oliver. I want to. She's your daughter, and I'm proud of that." The look in her eyes is completely sincere, the same look she had when Mia was first laid in her arms.

Oliver shakes his head slightly, completely in awe and the words just slip past his lips before he can stop them. "I love you." He realizes his words when she inhales sharply, and he fully expects a wave of panic to come… but it never does. It feels as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, something he's never felt before when saying those three words. He comes to the realization that this is the first time he's ever actually meant them. Lifting a hand to palm her cheek, he feels more assured than ever, "Felicity, I'm in love with you."

The few seconds that the words hang between them pass by slowly, until a slow smile creeps onto her face. "I love you, too," Felicity whispers. She closes what little distance separates them, connecting their lips in kiss full of love. Full of a promise for their future.

Clearly, what they say is true. One night really can change your whole life.