A/N: I apologize for not posting this sooner. I moved again and I'm now officially going to college and let me tell you, it's not easy. Updates are probably going to be slow from now on, cause I have exams each Monday and it's just kicking my ass.

Anyway, we're moving along with the story, there aren't that many chapters left. I would say 3-4 chapters!

Thanks goes to my beta reader Afsaint, who is doing a fabulous job at fixing my grammar.

Unlocking the door to their penthouse, Oliver pushed the door open, gently guiding Felicity inside.

"Are you ok?" He asked, closing the door after he entered.

"I'm fine," Felicity answered, puffing out some air while turning to him. "Don't give me that look!"

"I'm not!" He raised his hands in surrender. "But I do have to say I told you so." Placing the keys on the counter, he walked past her into the kitchen, getting two glasses out of the cabinet. "Dr. McAdams told us at the last appointment that you shouldn't worry about your placenta and yet you spent the last four weeks freaking out. Your placenta moved up, so there is no reason for you to worry anymore."

"I didn't know that four weeks ago. It could have just as well stayed there and I would have had to get a c-section." She threw her bag onto the sofa, before sitting at the kitchen counter. "We've been over this Oliver. I'm not going to repeat myself."

He sighed, filling the two glasses with water, before handing one to Felicity. "I know, I'm sorry. We don't have to talk about it anymore."

"Until something else happens..." She grabbed the glass in front of her, gripping it tightly. "I just worry," she added quietly.

"I do too, Felicity." He walked around the kitchen counter, turning her chair so that she was facing him. Framing her face with his hands, he continued, "There is always a slight chance that something could go wrong, and even if that happens, we'll figure it out. Let's try to concentrate on the fact that she'll be with us in a few months, and we'll get to hold and love her for the rest of our lives, alright?"

Felicity took a deep breath, nodding her head and he pressed a short kiss to her lips.

"Why don't you go and change into something a little more comfortable and I'll start getting dinner ready?" He let go of her, stepping back to help her off the chair.

"Thank you, Oliver." She gave his hand a soft squeeze, before making her way over to their bedroom.

His eyes followed her until he couldn't see her anymore. Turning around, he walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a pot from one of the cabinets. Today had been their next appointment with Dr. McAdams who had done another ultrasound, checking Felicity's placenta again. Fortunately for them, it had moved up and out of the way, soothing everyone's worries.

Pouring water into the pot, he placed it onto the stove, when he heard Felicity yelp from their bedroom. Turning the stove off once more, he quickly made his way down the hall, finding Felicity in front in the mirror in their walk-in closet, clad in a bra and yoga pants.

His eyes roamed over her, looking for possible injuries, but he couldn't make out anything. His eyes stopped at her belly, now the size of a soccer ball. He loved her belly and it was hard to keep his hands off nowadays. She didn't seem to mind anymore though, most of the time, she actually laid her hand over his, guiding it to where their daughter was kicking.

He turned his attention back to his girlfriend. It had been a while since she had obvious mood swings and for some reason this seemed like one. He carefully approached, stopping a few steps behind her.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

She turned around, tears running down her cheeks. "I found a stretch mark." She pointed to her hip, and he stepped closer, not able to make out anything on her smooth skin. Letting his fingers run over the spot she pointed to, he felt a small roughness and as he took a closer look, he saw the tiny stretch mark.

"You can hardly see it, baby," he stated, regretting his words a second later as she slapped his hand away, stomping out of the closet.

Sighing, he rubbed a hand over his face, before following her into the bedroom. This was going to be interesting.

She was lying on the bed, curled onto her side, facing the window. Her hand was lying on her belly and he could still see tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

Silently, he lay down next to her, scooting closer until his front was pressed against her back. He pushed one arm under her head, letting it rest against his upper arm, while his other arm went over her waist, his hand resting on her bump. Nuzzling her neck, he pressed a gentle kiss behind her ear.

"I'm sorry our daughter is so huge that she's giving you stretch marks. I take full blame for that, but I promise you that you can hardly see it and it certainly doesn't make you less beautiful. You're still the sexiest woman that I know and those little marks won't change that." He pressed another kiss right under her ear, his fingers softly caressing the tiny mark on the front of her belly.

"You have to say that," Felicity grumbled, wiping the remaining tears off her cheeks. "What if I get more? I have worked hard to lose my little belly and now I probably have to work twice as hard to look halfway decent after this pregnancy." A sob left her throat and she started crying again.

"Felicity, please look at me," Oliver whispered, gently pulling at her shoulder, waiting for her to turn around, which she did reluctantly. He placed his hand back on her belly, softly stroking it. "I don't care about all those stretch marks. They are just proof that you carried our daughter around for nine months. And nobody will ever need to see them. Hell, nobody is ever going to see you naked, I have that right solely reserved for myself. So, please don't be upset about them. I love you, stretch marks or no stretch marks."

He cupped her cheek, bringing their faces closer together, their foreheads resting against each other. Felicity calmed down, her breathing returning to normal, the tears drying on her cheeks.

"Thank you, Oliver," she said quietly, her hands framing his face.

"You're welcome, baby." He pressed a kiss against her lips, before trailing down her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses down her chest, before moving to her belly. His hands went to each side of her bump, gently holding on as he rested his cheek against it. For a moment he didn't move, waiting for their daughter to kick. Nothing happened though, so he pressed his lips against the belly, remembering the little stretch mark on top. He nuzzled his nose into the side of the bump, before trailing kisses all the way to the top where the little mark lay.

"Uh, Oliver," Felicity breathed, her hands going into his hair and he looked up at her, his eyebrows raised. "This feels really good."

His eyes widened as he tried to process her words. His throat was suddenly too dry and the words were stuck in his mouth. He tried not to get excited just yet, maybe she wanted something completely different, but just the thought of her actually wanting to have sex with him again ...

"Really?"

Their eyes locked.

"Yes."

"So you want me to keep doing this?" He asked carefully, needing her to actually say the words. He needed to be sure this was what she wanted.

"God, Oliver. Do you need me to spell it out for you?" She grumbled, leaning up onto her elbows. "I want to have sex with you right now!"

As soon as the words were out, Oliver scooted back up to her, sealing their mouths together.

Without wasting time, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, his arms banding around her back, pulling her as close as possible. She returned his kiss with the same heat, her hands already pulling his shirt up, tugging it over his shoulders, and he reluctantly released her bottom lip to take over.

Shirt off he lowered himself until he was at her side, incredibly turned on by the sight of her bare chest just below his mouth.

"Felicity," he groaned, his hands wandering up and down her naked back. "I missed you."

She didn't respond, instead she pulled at his head and he obliged, pressing their lips together again. As soon as their lips touched, her hands started to wander down to his back all the way to his pants and he groaned again, burying his face in her neck, finding more soft skin. His mouth latched onto her neck, trailing kisses all the way to her collarbone, stopping there and sucking gently.

Felicity moaned loudly, her hands gripping his ass and he moved his mouth downward, licking all the way to her breasts. They had gotten bigger and he would be lying if he said that he didn't like that. He had waited so long to touch them, so he stopped wasting time, cupping them, while his mouth descended onto her left one.

"Ouch, Oliver, stop!" Felicity shouted in the next minute, her hands pushing him away from her. He moved back quickly, looking at her as her hands went to her breasts cupping them carefully.

He was sitting up on the bed, his arousal fading immediately. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted this."

Felicity closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths, before answering, "Of course, I do. But my boobs are super sensitive and this was way too much. Please don't touch them again."

A laugh left his throat and he let out a breath. "And I thought you changed your mind." He leaned back down, burying his face in her neck, his arms wrapping around, pulling her closer to him again.

"No, you just need to be gentle," she whispered, her arms going around his neck. "But you also need to hurry up, before my mood changes again."

He chuckled softly, sealing their lips together again.

Opening her eyes, Felicity blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright light in the bedroom. Lifting up her hand, she rubbed her eyes, before turning to look over her shoulder. She was met by Oliver's sleeping face just inches away from own. He was spooning her, his arms wrapped around her waist, one hand resting on her bump.

She snuggled closer into him as her mind flashed back to the previous night. Who would have thought that pregnant sex could be so awkward? After the little fiasco with Oliver and her boobs, they had trouble finding a position they were both comfortable with. Even though her belly wasn't super huge yet, it was still in the way, making her uncomfortable. Oliver had been patient, giving her time to adjust, and in the end, he had wrapped himself around her from behind, much like right now. It wasn't exactly what she wanted, but at that point she was already super sensitive that it didn't take long for both of them to reach their high.

The second time was better, less awkward and more to her liking. After so long without being that close to Oliver, she just wanted, no needed, to be as close as possible again. She had always loved it, when their bodies were pressed together, moving together, nothing in between, but that wasn't possible with her belly and it had slightly annoyed her. So the second time they had sex that night, Oliver sat up, leaning against the headboard and pulled her into his lap. She still wasn't as close as she wanted them to be, but she was at least able to kiss him without craning her neck.

In the end, all the awkwardness was worth it, just to see Oliver's happy, satisfied face afterwards. She knew the how didn't matter to him as much as it did to her, because he was happy as long as he was able to feel her close again.

The feeling of Oliver's lips ghosting over her neck pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked back again into his sleepy eyes.

"Good morning," she whispered, her hand finding his on her belly, giving it a soft squeeze. "Did you sleep well?"

"Perfect," he murmured, his lips wandering along her neck and up to her cheek, before meeting hers in a gentle kiss.

Goosebumps erupted all over Felicity's body and she turned around some more, deepening their kiss. Oliver immediately moaned, pressing himself into her side and Felicity could feel his very present arousal.

"You can't get enough of me, hm?" She smiled into the kiss, fully facing him now. She wrapped her arms around his neck, scooting as close as possible.

"Never." His hands wandered to her hips and in the next minute, he was pulling her up, so that they were once again sitting, him leaning against the headboard and her sitting on his lap.

A breathy moaned left her throat as their groins connected and she gently rocked against him. Her hands went back to his face, her lips finding his once again and she started to lose herself in everything that was Oliver. The way his hands were splayed over her back, caressing her bare skin, his calloused fingers making her skin tingle.

His soft lips that were nipping at hers, slowly driving her insane. His scent filling her nose, clouding her brain. It was perfect.

Until their daughter decided to wake up, kicking happily against the front of her belly. Oliver must have felt it too, because in the next minute he was slowing their kiss, his hands moving to the sides of her bump, holding it.

"Alright, baby girl," he started, looking down onto her belly. "Mommy and Daddy love you very much, but right now they also need some 'mommy and daddy time'. So you, my love, need to go back to sleep."

A soft giggle left Felicity's mouth and she laid a hand on her bump. The baby was still moving, continuing to kick against the front of her belly.

"Somebody is not listening to Daddy," she chuckled, carefully poking the spot where their daughter was still kicking.

"That's not nice, sweetheart," Oliver scolded their baby, his hand laying on top of Felicity's. "Daddy really needs some time with Mommy right now."

Instead of calming down though, their daughter continued to kick rather enthusiastically and Felicity laughed seeing Oliver's miserable face.

"And I thought we had some time left before she would ruin our sex life," he grumbled, pulling them to lay down again so that Felicity was slightly propped up against their pillows while Oliver rested his head on her chest, his cheek resting against her belly.

"I think she just likes your voice," Felicity offered, running her hands through his hair. "I mean, I like your voice, you know every variation. The way you get all growly when you're upset or your soft voice when we have a quiet moment together..." She trailed off, sighing dreamily. "And let's not forget about your Arrow voice, it used to turn me on so much, you won't believe me."

"Used to?"

"That's the only thing you got from that?" She asked, slightly pulling his ear.

Oliver groaned again, turning his face into her chest, pressing a kiss in between the valley of her breast.

"Stop it, mister. Your daughter wants your attention right now, so focus. We can still have fun later." She nudged his head softly, continuing to run her fingers through his hair.

Oliver pressed a kiss against her belly, his hand rubbing over it gently. "Alright, you have my whole attention now, baby girl."

For the next ten minutes, Oliver talked to her belly, telling their daughter the story of how they met and it actually seemed to calm her down.

"I think she's sleeping again," Felicity whispered, letting her hand wander down his neck onto his bare back.

Oliver turned his face, placing open mouthed-kisses up her chest and throat until he reached her lips, sealing them with his, but not two seconds later, Felicity's tablet started chiming violently next to them.

"Ignore it, it's Saturday," Oliver groaned, moving down to her neck.

"It could be something important," she answered, her hands stroking his back gently. The tablet dinged again and she sighed heavily, before pushing Oliver off her.

"What's wrong with everyone? Can't I have some interrupted time with my girlfriend? It's Saturday," Oliver growled, sinking into the pillows.

Felicity leaned down, quickly peeking his lips, before sitting up and reaching for her tablet, which kept on chiming. "Alright, let's see!"

Unlocking the screen, Felicity opened the alerts.

"No," she whispered, holding her breath, while her fingers quickly moved over her tablet. "This can't be happening."

"What's wrong?" Oliver sounded up next to her, sitting up and scooting closer to her.

"No, no, no, no, no! Frack! How could this happen?" It was getting harder and harder to breathe as she read the words on the screen.

"What on earth!" Oliver exclaimed angrily, his voice raising. "Who wrote this!?"

The words on the screen blurred and she desperately tried to suck in some air, but her lungs just didn't cooperate. Everything started to black out, and she let her tablet fall down.

Big, strong hands encased her face, warming her cold skin and she closed her eyes.

"Felicity, baby, you have to breathe, please," Oliver's concerned voice rang through the air and her hands blindly reached for him, clinging to his arms. "Breathe with me, Felicity. In and out."

Her hands wandered to his chest, her hand lying over his heart, feeling the strong beat and the calm rising off his chest. She concentrated on his beating heart and after a minute or so, she finally felt like she could breathe again.

In the next second, she was enveloped in Oliver's safe embrace and tears started to run down her cheeks. How could this happen?

Oliver let her cry, pressing kisses to her head and whispering words of comfort. It helped, but it wasn't enough to make her forget the terrible headline she just read.

'Accepting this pregnancy was the hardest thing in my life - Is Felicity Smoak happy to have a baby?'

After turning off the stove, Oliver grabbed the kettle, pouring the hot water into the teacup on the counter.

"You really shouldn't read that, Felicity. We both know all of that is a lie," he said, putting the kettle back down and grabbing the cup instead. He turned around and walked into the living room, where Felicity was sitting on the sofa, tablet in hand.

"Felicity, please. We have to come up with a plan to counter this article. You hacking the newspaper isn't going to help. Not only has this article spread already, but everybody would immediately now that it was you who crashed their servers," he explained, placing the cup on the coffee table, before sitting down next to her, facing her. His hand covered hers that was still wildly moving over her tablet and she stilled, which gave Oliver enough time to pry her tablet out of her hands, placing it behind him on the sofa.

Defeated, her hands fell onto her lap and she took a deep breath.

"I should have know something like that would happen. I'm the CEO of a fortune 500 company, dating the ex-owner of said company and having a baby with him. Apparently my life is extremely newsworthy right now," Felicity pressed out bitterly, looking down onto her belly. "And if I'm being honest, most of the things in the article are actually more or less true." A tear rolled down her cheek as she laid her hands on top of her bump, softly caressing it.

"No, Felicity. Don't say that. I haven't read the whole thing, but from the few sentences I've read, I can tell you that more than half of this is a lie." He stopped, laying his hand over hers. "Look, I know the pregnancy came at the wrong time and it was hard for you to adapt, but you did, because you're a remarkable, strong woman who finds a solution for everything life throws at her." He gave her hand a soft squeeze, while his other hand wiped some of the tears off of her cheeks. "I love you, and I know that you love our baby. Don't let some stupid newspaper tell you otherwise."

Felicity nodded her head, biting her lip, before meeting his gaze. Her eyes were still watery, but her lips tugged upward just a bit.

"Thank you." She scooted closer, and he opened his arms, welcoming in her in his embrace. "I love her so much, Oliver. It hurts me that somebody could every say that I don't love her. She's my daughter."

"I know." He pressed a kiss to her head, his hands running over her back.

They were silent for a while, just basking in each other's presence and it gave Oliver some time to think.

The article condemned Felicity for not wanting the baby, needing to focus on her career first, before having a family. It also featured details that only their close friends knew which concerned Oliver more than anything else. He was sure that none of them would ever speak to the press, especially with that many details. There was only one more person who presumably knew all those things and his stomach started to churn at the thought.

"Felicity?" He whispered, his hand rubbing over her back. "Do you know who wrote the article?"

The blonde sat up, crossing her legs underneath her, before stretching her hand out. Oliver reached back, fishing the tablet off the seat next to him and handed it to her.

It didn't take her more than ten seconds to pull up the article again, skimming through it once more.

"Nathalie Rodriguez, why?"

"Well, how did she know all those things? A lot of it isn't true, but parts are and we didn't tell anybody except our closest friends." He stopped, closing his mouth swallowing his last words.

"Do you know who wrote the article? Just say it, Oliver," Felicity said, her hand landing on his arm, squeezing gently.

"Just hear me out, alright?" He started, taking a deep breath. "I don't wanna accuse anyone, but there were details only a few people know and I haven't told anybody else." He let out a breath, not sure how to continue. He looked over at her, seeing her big blue eyes looking at him expectantly. "I'm just saying that there is only one other person who knows this stuff."

He watched as her brain worked for a minute, before following his accusation. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. "No, Oliver. She wouldn't do that."

"Hey, I'm just saying that she's the only one, next to our friends, who knows all those things. And if I have to choose between our friends, our family, and her, I know who I would choose."

"Oliver! She is my friend!" Felicity exclaimed, squeezing his arm a little more violently. "Christie wouldn't do something like that. She knows how hard all of this is!"

"I don't doubt that, but you hardly know the woman. What if she is the one who leaked this to the press? You met her four weeks ago and you're already best friends? Don't you think that is a little weird?" Oliver countered, standing up.

"No, it isn't weird! She just understands me, because she is also pregnant. Christie is a nice person who wouldn't do that and last time I checked, it isn't her name that's written under the article." She crossed her arms over her chest, resting them on top of her belly. Her brow was slightly furrowed and she looked at him over the top of her glasses.

"Felicity, don't give me that look," he said, but she just furrowed her brow further. "I just want you to consider this option, sweetheart. If you trust her this much, then fine, I didn't say anything, but we have to find out how this happened. Christie is the only one that we don't know that well, and you can't blame me for making sure it wasn't her."

Felicity puffed out some air, pushing her jaw to the side and pursing her lips.

"You look adorable, by the way," Oliver added, smirking at her and a small smile formed on her lips.

"Don't try to charm me now, Queen!" Felicity huffed, unfolding her arms and grabbing her tablet again.

Oliver knew he had won, so he sat back down, throwing his arm over her shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, before focusing on the small screen.