A/N: Hi, remember me? (Cowers in the corner) And maybe this story? I had a really hard time finding inspiration for an epilogue, but it appears the Christmas spirit put me back in the writing mood. And as always this has been cathartic after such a depressing Olicity start to the season. I'm trying my hardest to be patient. I wanted this to be fun and light and teeth rotting. It's not as long as it could be, but I'm actually open to some epilogue one offs if anyone has any requests. I'm for sure thinking about dad Oliver. Hopefully you enjoy!

Epilogue

One year later...

Felicity arched her back and stretched every muscle from her brain to her toes. She laid in that blissful state between sleep and fully awake. She didn't want to open her eyes. Not after that dream. Oliver tasted like butterscotch. Her subconscious licked his collar bone savory his sweetness.

Maybe if she rolled over, Felicity could coax him into fulfilling her dream. As she swung her hand behind she was met with cold sheets and a melancholy fell over her. Felicity hated not waking up next to him. They barely spent a night apart after that almost perfect Christmas weekend. Last night they had celebrated their early year anniversary knowing when the actual date come up they would be with their families.

They went to a ridiculously expensive dinner last night and Felicity made sure to wear a skin tight dress with a dangerously low back. Oliver's fingers barely left the small of her back throughout the night. They sat close together in a booth, nuzzling and giggling. Drunk on her love for him and only a little from the champagne. Thank a higher power that they sat in a semi-private booth. Their hands had ventured to dangerous places.

But they ended dinner early just before dessert with hunger and desire in their eyes. Oliver wound his fingers through hers as they made their way out of the restaurant and it was one of the first times Felicity didn't notice other women ogling her guy. She tried not to let it bother her and Oliver reassured her in every, and she meant every, way. No matter how wonderful he acted that didn't mean Felicity didn't want to stomp every one of their faces or share their social security numbers online.

Deciding she had enough time alone with her thoughts, Felicity gathered Oliver's dress shirt and shrugged it one. She did only a few buttons and inhaled his scent. It made her feel warm and safe.

She found Oliver in his office lounging in his chair and on the phone. As soon as he saw her, his toned hushed. But Felicity barely noticed anything passed his bare chest and sweatpants. She was pretty sure the sight of his naked chest shouldn't have her flushing, but few people looked Adonis-like she argued.

Without hesitating, Felicity curled into his lap. Oliver rewarded her with a mega-watt smile. He pushed the phone away from his ear. "Anything wrong?" She just shook her head and burrowed deeper into his chest letting out a deep sigh. Oliver placed a kiss to her hair and went back to the phone.

"We'll be there in a couple of days. Yea," he spoke into the speaker as Felicity trailed her fingers down his abs tracing the lines they created. As her fingers moved father down and closer to her goal, she heard his breath catch. "Um. I think. Um." Oliver grabbed her fingers and squeezed. He needed to end this call. "Yes. That works. Okay, I'll let her know. Love you too, Mom." Oliver gently tossed his phone on the desk. He leveled a look at Felicity.

"I would have thought the three rounds last night would have satisfied you, Miss Smoak. It appears I didn't do a good job," Oliver teased and put on his pouty face. If she wanted to rattle him while on the phone, he would gladly pay her back.

Felicity hitched one leg over Oliver's lap to sit astride. "On the contrary, Mr. Queen. You make a girl want more and waking up to an empty bed is a harsh punishment."

The look in her eyes made Oliver adjust himself in the chair. "Insatiable," he whispered running his fingers through her hair. When his fingers caught the back of her neck, Oliver pulled her face down to his and ran his tongue across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and deepened the kiss just before Oliver hoisted the two of them out of chair.

Felicity pulled away from a second, "What did your mother want?"

"Miss Smoak, I don't think now is the right time to be talking about my mother," he growled the last few words eliciting another hearty giggle from the blonde in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his torso tighter and didn't utter another laugh. Instead, Oliver stole her breath.

The following day Oliver and Felicity loaded the car to prepare for their second Christmas with the Queen family.

Oliver pulled their joined hands up to his mouth and placed a kiss to Felicity's hand. "Nervous?"

Felicity strained a laugh. "Not anything like last time. This time we're actually together and I'm somewhat positive your mother won't try to break us up this year."

Oliver shot her a side eye look. "I feel confident in saying she won't. Or at least we still have Thea on our side."

"Speaking of which, she made me promise to talk to you about your behavior." While at lunch earlier in the week, Thea begged Felicity to intercede on her and Roy's behalf saying that Oliver only listened to Felicity. She rolled her eyes at the thought. "She wants you to be nice to Roy and I think you should give him the benefit of the doubt. Thea loves - "

Oliver cut her off.

"Don't finish that sentence. She's too young," it was Felicity's turn to give him the side eye. "You can't expect me to be nice to the guy who you know, does you know to her. I know how he thinks. I was him not so long ago."

"Oh, Oliver, you're being ridiculous," Felicity rolled her eyes. "Thea is strong enough to take care of herself. I'd wager that Roy is more afraid of crossing her if you weren't so muscle on muscle." She puffed her cheeks and did her best muscle man impression. "Besides, if you're overtly rude to him I'll sleep in another one of the many rooms in the Queen Christmas mansion."

"You wouldn't?"

"Oh, honey, I would. I think delayed gratification is a suitable threat to get you to behave."

Oliver clenched his teeth, "I'm going to kill my sister."

Finally arriving, Oliver and Felicity were greeted by the whole family. Oliver and Roy shook hands awkwardly while Felicity tried to give him a reassuring smile. Felicity hugged Moira, Walter and Thea before Oliver grabbed her hand in the one not holding all the luggage as they made their way inside.

"Just because we're in a real relationship now, doesn't mean I'm not still nervous around your mother," Felicity admitted, forcing her way closer into Oliver's side. Her kissed her hair trying to transfer his confidence to her, but right now he was finding it hard too.

With Felicity and Thea locked in his sister's room discussing only God knows what, Oliver sneaked down to his mother's study. Once he closed the door, Moira enveloped him in his arms. "Oh, honey, how are you feeling?" She rubbed his arms providing support.

"I feel like I might throw up," he admitted.

"Well let me help ease your mind about one thing," Moira said as she crossed behind her desk. She unlocked one of the drawers and pulled a small velvet box out. She handed it to Oliver. "I'm very proud of you."

"You know she thinks you hate her," he ticked an eyebrow up at his mother.

"And I regret my part in that," Moira blanched. She wasn't used to being wrong. "But I do love her and I know you'll both be happy forever. A blind man could see how you two feel about each other. And I know she'll say yes."

"I hope so," Oliver said without his usual swagger.

"Oh my brave boy," she hugged him once more. "Your feelings are normal. You're father was a nervous wreck before asking me. He kept getting up to go to the bathroom every five minutes." She laughed in a far off way that told Oliver she wasn't with him right then. "Do you have it all planned out?"

"I think so. Wish me luck?"

"You don't need it, sweetheart." She kissed his cheek before leaving the room.

Oliver acted strange since they woke up this morning, Felicity thought, as they sipped their pre-dinner drinks. He seemed far away from her and she worried he was thinking about how last year's holiday ended. There were times when Felicity felt a pang of regret at having walked out on him, but it didn't do well to dwell on regrets. Besides, they were together now.

And they were alone in the family room with Oliver pacing near the tree.

When he looked up from his glass, he smiled at her. "I was thinking you could open one of your presents tonight?" He was being shy.

She put her hands on her hips, "Don't think I'm going to give my present to you a night early, Mister."

He gathered her in his arms and stole a kiss. It was earth shattering, Felicity thought. She didn't understand what was going on.

"I love you," he said. Before he could utter another word, Tommy came running in the room pulling a flushed looking Laurel.

"Queen family," Tommy bellowed, "I have an announcement!"

Moira, Walter and Thea rushed into the room looking confused. Oliver, on the other hand, stewed as he clutched Felicity's hand. She squeezed trying to pull him out of whatever funk he was feeling. She didn't relish seeing Laurel again, but she and Tommy had become good friends since she and Oliver started real dating.

"We're engaged!" Tommy lifted Laurel's left hand showing off the rock. It looked as big as Texas.

With the entire Queen family standing silent, it was Felicity who broke the silence.

"Congratulations!" She moved to hug Tommy and even offered Laurel good wishes. She looked back at her boyfriend. He was still and angry. Wow, as she stepped closer to him she could feel the rage emanating in a three foot radius. "Oliver, what's wrong?"

His head shook back and forth. He forced his feet toward his alleged best friend. This is not how it was supposed to happen and he wasn't going to let it. He pulled Tommy in for a hug and whispered, "I could kill you, Merlin."

Despite the rocky beginning, the night flowed smoothly and around 11 p.m. Felicity yawned deeply.

Oliver leaned over and placed a kiss behind her ear, "Come on. Let's go to bed."

Felicity gave him a sleepy smile and stood up. Taking his hand, they bid everyone a good night and wandered up the stairs.

They wormed their way under the covers and into each other's embrace, but before Felicity drifted off to sleep she had a question.

"Are you okay? You seemed angry at Tommy? Did you guys have a fight?"

Oliver kissed her forehead and worked his way to her lips.

"It's nothing to worry about," he deflected. "Just a misunderstanding."

"Oh, okay. Love you."

Felicity woke up first and a warm smile spread as she had the chance to watch Oliver sleep. She very rarely had this opportunity. Oliver was an early riser. But at this moment, Felicity needed the restroom.

Getting up from the bed, she pulled Oliver's shirt on and picked his suit jacket off the floor. As she brushed it out, she heard a soft thud and looked at the carpet.

Her jaw dropped and she stilled. Felicity chanced looking at Oliver, but he remained asleep. Hesitating, she picked up the box.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. What was going on? Why was this in his pocket?

She thought about prying the box open, but couldn't. Felicity slipped the box back into the pocket and rushed into the bathroom.

She grabbed the sides of the vanity. Was it too soon? It was just a year ago they were here faking it. In a sense. There was certainly no faking it now. Focus, Felicity. No, it wasn't too soon. But how was she supposed to not say anything knowing this ring existed? She splashed some water on her face and walked out.

But Felicity didn't have much time to think because as she tried to slip back into bed, Oliver jerked awake.

"Good morning," he grinned eyes just barely open.

"Morning," Felicity said in a clipped tone. Shoot. Be cool. Be cool.

"Merry Christ -" Oliver began before Felicity blurted out, "I found it."

"If I ask found what would you believe it?"

"What happened?" They both sat up in bed and Oliver ran his hand through his short hair and down his face. This was not how it was supposed to happen.

"Tommy and Laurel," he said and enlightenment dawned on Felicity. And then she started to laugh.

She couldn't stop laughing. She grabbed her side and leaned over because she could stop laughing. As much anger as Oliver felt, he broke out in laughter too. It was contagious.

"This isn't really funny," Oliver said in between breathes. "I want to murder Tommy."

"The irony can't be lost on you, Oliver." She raised an eyebrow and he shook his head. Then Oliver went quiet and found his fingers interesting all of a sudden.

This wasn't what Felicity wanted. His nervousness yesterday made sense now.

"Ask me," she said softly. So soft she wasn't sure he heard. But his expression said he had.

He stared at her as if searching for the answer.

"Oliver, ask me."

"This isn't how I wanted to do it?"

"What better place to do it than in bed. And I did mean that innuendo," she winked at him and he seemed to sigh. "Ask me, please?"

Oliver got up from the bed and grabbed his jacket. He fished through the pocket and pulled out the velvet box. He then got back on the bed and put both knees on the mattress. "Now that you mention it, maybe it is poetic that it happens here in this bed. This is where I first fell in love with you." Her eyes started to glisten already, but she urged him on. Oliver ran a finger down her cheek.

"That first morning waking up next to you, hair everywhere, I found my place. I'm not sure I knew it then. Or rather I did but didn't want to admit it. This started under false pretenses, but now I can't imagine my life without you. I look forward to every morning, every innuendo especially in front of my mother, and I look forward to every night. Coming home to you. Holding you. Protecting you. Loving you. You have my heart, will you take my hand?"

Her mouthed formed an O again. "Nice speech, Mr. Queen."

"Felicity," he moaned desperately. "Will you marry me?"

"YES!" Felicity launched herself at him and only remembered to put on the ring just before they untangled themselves and joined everyone for Christmas breakfast.

A/N: Hopefully it's as cheesy as you hoped it would be. Of course there would be a happy ending! Thanks for reading and if you feel inclined, please leave me a note.