A/N: Here we are guys, the final chapter!

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Felicity frowns at her tablet, chewing absentmindedly the side of her bottom lip in deep concentration. She has been running the new algorithm she has created for the last two hours but it isn't done yet and she is quickly running out of patience.

"Hey."

She doesn't answer immediately, her eyes tracking the code on her screen but she gets distracted easily as she feels Oliver pressing his lips in a gentle kiss on the plant of her foot, his stubble tickling her soft skin and making her shiver, her toes curling.

She looks up from her tablet to see him watching her, a playful smile on his lips.

They have been spending the day lazily lying on her couch, Felicity working while he has been watching some basketball game, her feet on his lap so he could massage them like he knows she likes, her tiny feet easily engulfed in his large hands.

She smiles back and sets the tablet on the coffee table, stretching her legs and arms, letting her head fall on the armrest, sighing contently when he starts fondling her feet again.

"You are working too much, Felicity."

"I'm not."

She shivers, watching him intently as he keeps kissing her feet, nudging her pants out of the way with his nose to tenderly kiss her ankle.

"I thought you wanted to watch the game. If I remember correctly I had to give up a very important episode of Doctor Who for that."

"You said you had already seen it."

"Just because you were pouting."

Oliver shakes his head, keeping his lips on her skin, but she can feel his smile and can't help but grin.

It has been a month. A whole perfect thirty-four days to be precise and she couldn't be happier. Everything is still so new sometimes Felicity can't believe it. Oliver and her. Together. Basically living together, his clothes taking half of the space in her closet and his toothbrush next to hers in a old mug in the bathroom.

They have fallen into their new routine without even discussing it. He lingering at her house more and more and she unwilling to send him away, secretly loving the way he looks in her small kitchen and the way his scarred body looks between her bright pink sheets.

"Felicity?"

"What?"

She asks softly, affection dancing in her eyes.

He doesn't answer, but grins at her mischievously before tugging her by her left leg, bringing her into is lap in a swift move.

Felicity yelps surprised and laughs a little breathlessly while she brings her hands on his shoulders, before sliding them behind his neck, her fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him relax under her.

Oliver smiles contently and slides his fingers on her ribs tickling her, holding her waist with his other hand, to keep her from wriggling away.

"Much better."

He grins as she giggles and ducks to kiss her under her chin, once, twice, before moving to press his lips on the side of her neck, his arms tightening on the small of her back, bringing her impossibly close.

Oliver drags his lips on the shell of her ear, tracing the edges of her industrial piercing with his nose and sucking on her earlobe, while Felicity melts in his arms, sighing happily.

He twists them slowly so he can lean her back on the couch, covering her body with his. He lets her tug him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him hungrily, his weight pressing her down on the plump cushions.

He coaxes her lips open and slides his tongue in her mouth, enjoying her soft moans and the way her short nails dig in her shoulders.

If someone would have told him that somewhere in his future he was going to share a moment like this with her he wouldn't have believed it. And he doesn't have just that moment. He has so much more that the physical connection, the passionate kisses, the heated looks. She has welcomed him in every part of her life, making him feel at home in a way he wasn't sure he was ever going to feel again.

For that reason and so many others he cherishes every single moment with her, everything she is willing to share with him, every piece of herself special and precious to him, slowly letting his last defenses fall and finding himself aching to share more and more of himself with her every day.

One Sunday when she was busy making lunch he has watched her silently for a long moment, his eyes lingering on the gentle traits of her face and before he could talk himself out of it he has started to tell her what had happened to him the second year he was away from home.

He has kept his gaze on the counter and has told her about waking up alone and confused in a room in Hon Kong, having to live with Maseo's family, both of them under Amanda Waller's threat of killing his family.

He has clenched his fists, still not meeting her eyes when he has told her what he had to do, what Waller had turned him into. A hit man, a killer. He knows she is well aware of his past, he has taken lives and there is nothing he can do to change it, but Felicity has always been the one to see more in him, to see the good man even the times he couldn't and having to tell her what he did has scared the hell out of him.

But he has realized there isn't anyone in the whole world he wants to talk to about his secrets, no one he wants to know him better, to share every side of himself with, even the ones he isn't proud of.

Before her he has always run away from real intimacy, from that bond that now he craves with her. He wants to deepen that connection they have always had, with the difference is that now he needs it, he needs her.

Sweet Felicity, kind and compassionate, strong and forgiving, funny and passionate in a way that is so uniquely her.

She has held his hand when he has told her that his first target was Tommy, hearing his voice tremble slightly. His best friend had come looking for him so far away, never losing hope, refusing to believe he was dead.

She has brought his hand to her heart, holding it with both her smaller ones when he has told her he had to make him believe he was dead, protecting him even if that had meant drifting further away from the life he had been missing so desperately.

She hasn't stopped him, listening quietly and brushing her fingers on his knuckles soothingly, not saying a word until she has felt he was done, finally free of what was bothering him in that moment. She has stepped closer than, hugging him tightly, her voice a gentle whisper in his skin, telling him she loved him and no matter what he had to do he was a good man, with a good heart and that was everything she needed, now and always.

Now he gets to fall asleep holding her close, her quiet breathing lulling him to sleep, his night peaceful, almost always free of his usual nightmares. He wakes up with her snuggling sleepily in his chest, warm and even softer in the morning light, her hair a tangled mess and her baby blue eyes glossy and half closed.

After the first night they have spent together he has started to love helplessly the way she looks in those early mornings, devoid of make up and with a little adorable grumpy frown, that doesn't disappear until a good cup a coffee.

Oliver gets distracted quickly from his thoughts when he feels her small hands traveling down his back, slipping under his shirt to scrap her short nails on his bare skin making him groan and press firmly on her body.

He leaves her mouth to suck kisses on her neck and collarbone, his hands traveling down her thighs to lock her legs around his waist.

"Oliver?"

Her voice sounds breathless and shaky and Oliver ignores the questioning tone and scraps his teeth on her collarbone, feeling her hands tightening on his body.

"Oliver wait, wait a second!"

He reluctantly lets her push him away and he sits on his heels, tugging her with him. His mind is sill foggy, his gaze locked on her swollen lips and he must be looking rather annoyed because she huffs out a laugh and looks at him amused, her glasses askew.

"Your phone!"

Oliver shakes himself and frowns at his phone, settled on the coffee table and ringing, even if he can't say he has noticed.

"Hello?"

He can't completely keep the annoyance from his tone and Felicity starts giggling, her body shaking beside him as she leans her head on his chest, hugging him gently.

"What? I- yes yes we will be right there!"

He jumps from the couch and grabs Felicity's hand, taking her with him.

"Hey! What's going on?"

He smiles widely at her, dispelling her worried look.

"Digg called. Lyla is about to have the baby."

"Oh- oh!"

Felicity shrieks, stunned and winds her arms around Oliver's neck, bringing him down for a quick hug, a beautiful, ecstatic smile grazing her face. "Hurry!"

He laughs at her, shaking his head, while she runs around the living room, hopping on a leg while slipping her shoe on, trying to fix her clothes and messy hair in the meantime.

"Oliver, come on!"

Oliver leans on the door frame, his arms crossed on his chest and a wide, genuine smile spreading on his face.

Felicity is on Lyla's bedside, a knee resting on the bed while she is lightly caressing baby Sara's puffy cheek, careful not to wake the sleeping baby. He smiles as he watches her gentle smile and the tenderness she uses with the baby, her tiny finger skimming on her hair.

Oliver turns when Diggle comes back to the room, the widest grin he has ever seen on his face while he looks lovingly at his family.

"Hey."

"She is beautiful. Congratulation, Digg, really."

"Thank you, man."

"Hey!" Felicity walks in quick strides towards them, a huge smile on her face and she lets out a watery laugh before moving to hug Diggle tightly. "She is perfect, Digg. I'm so happy for you both."

"Thank you Felicity. Thank you for being here."

"We couldn't have missed it."

Diggle moves to stand close to Lyla and before Felicity can walk towards them too Oliver tugs her back, quickly enveloping her petite frame in his arms, trapping her with his hands around her waist.

He smiles when he feels her leaning on him, her body relaxing and melting into his and he ducks his head to press a soft kiss on her cheek, enjoying the simple, quiet feeling of having her in his arms.

"She reminds me of Thea, the day she was born. She was so tiny with her head full of black hair. I remember thinking she was the weirdest and most amazing thing I have ever seen."

She laughs softly and turns in his embrace, looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes and she loops her arm around his neck.

"She isn't so tiny anymore." She mumbles softly, cocking an eyebrow.

Thea is still a sore topic for Oliver. He has gone looking for the little sister in his memories but has found a grown woman instead. Seven months maybe aren't much time much but definitely enough to change her.

Oliver has hoped to repair their relationship, to make her forgive him for not telling her the truth about her real father, to make her understand he was only trying to protect her. She is the only family he has left and he isn't willing to give up on the love, the bond they share.

But once he has found her she wasn't so eager to come back to her old life.

When she has left she has wanted to leave everything that defines Thea Queen behind, too wounded, to hurt to stay and try to put the pieces of her life together once again.

So she has left, leaving the naïve, transparent, impulsive teenager she was behind and becoming an enigmatic, strangely calm and controlled young woman.

His instinct has told him from the first moment that something was wrong with her, that she was keeping something from him, but the more he has tried to push her to talk the more she has seemed to pull away, so he has kept his doubts for himself and has decided it was enough to just have her back.

Oliver has wanted to tell her everything, to be finally truthful and honest with her. Secrets have made his family fall apart. His father, his mother. They have been lying to them the whole time and he doesn't want that for his relationship with Thea.

But telling her his biggest secret could have meant losing her forever. She has seemed so wary of him, so closed off that he has been sure that knowing he has been lying to her since the moment he came back home would have driven them further apart and this time maybe for good.

Felicity has been there for him. He has known she has disagreed with him. She would have told Thea the truth. But maybe she is more honest or simply braver than he is.

In the end she hasn't judged him though, accepting his decision. Soothing him when he has decided not to tell Thea his secret, calming him when he has argued with his little sister, furious that she has been using Malcolm Merlyn's money.

She has even baked a bunch of delicious chocolate cupcakes for him to take to Thea's new place as a peace offer, reminding him that everyone is entitled to do a few mistakes in their life and sometimes we have to be there for the people we love despite our differences.

He smiles down at her before kissing her softly, lingering on her lips, growling in protest as he feels her pulling back, an amused smile on her face.

"You know, I thought all babies were cute but Sara is a whole new level of cuteness. I just want to squeeze her."

He laughs as she makes her point squeezing his arms, her tiny fingers making him shiver deliciously as they dig in his muscles, letting her lean her head on his chest, so she can look at Sara.

"Our kids will be even cuter."

Oliver feels her go completely still in his arms and he can't help but smile a little at the slightly panicked face she makes when she turns to look at him, his hand rubbing circles in her back soothingly.

He can almost feel the warmth radiating from the intensity of her blush, her cheeks colored in an attractive shade of pink. He loves how easily she gets flustered and how good he is in making her fair skin go aflame no matter how intimate their relationship has become.

"Stop teasing me."

She tries to use a stern tone but he can hear the softness underneath it and her heart hammering in her chest, pressed to his.

He gives her a gentle smile and mouths a halfhearted apology, deciding not to tell her he has really meant it.

Seeing his friend and the woman he loves huddled together with their newborn baby daughter has made him wonder what it would be like if that was him. Him and Felicity.

He is sure she would be an amazing mom. He can almost picture her holding a baby with her cute little bottom nose and his blue eyes, only innocent and free of the darkness he still can't totally get rid of.

He can't say he has ever wanted or thought about being a dad too much in his entire life. Family has always been important to him and probably in his heart he has always wanted to have his own one day, but before the island he has never indulged in serious thoughts too much and after coming back he has believed for so long that he had nothing to offer, not to a woman and certainty not to an innocent, helpless baby.

But somehow in the last two years something has shifted inside of him. He can't pinpoint the exact moment when he has decided that maybe, just maybe, despite everything he has seen, everything he has done he is still worthy a chance. A chance of a real life, a chance of happiness.

He knows two of the people he has to thank more for that change are inside that very room. His best friend and the woman he loves.

Felicity gives him a knowing smile but decides not to call him out of his lie, probably not ready to have that talk just then, even if Oliver can swear he can see a light in her eyes when she looks at him that wasn't there before.

"What do you think?"

Oliver watches the catchy looking logo Felicity has designed for her company on the screen of her tablet. She jokingly calls it her baby and she is fiercely protective of it.

"I like it."

"You sure?"

He can feel the uncertainty in her voice and he reaches for her bottom lip, trapped between her teeth, releasing it.

"Yes, I' m sure. It's gonna be fine, I promise."

Felicity has resigned from Queen Consolidated the moment he has gotten a new Executive Assistant who didn't seem too much of a social climber and has started to do some free lance work, musing about the idea of opening her own little I tech company someday.

The fast success she has gained has made her decide to try, strong of the support of Oliver and her friends. She has gotten some of her occasional clients to sign off with her and now the final draft of the logo is the only task to complete before the launch of the company.

"Come on. Stop looking at it."

Oliver snatches her tablet away from her, holding it out of her reach, not deterred at all by the murderous look she gives him.

"Hey!"

"Felicity the logo is perfect, stop worrying. It's going to be great."

He can see her pouting slightly, glancing briefly at her tablet, so he sets it back on the nightstand, tugging her towards him, trapping her under his body. "Stop thinking."

His voice is low and suggestive and he gives her a sly smile when he feels her shuddering, her eyes fluttering closed.

One year later

SmoakTech has become the talk of the business world, the young and brilliant CEO admired and envied for her talent, the last computer she has designed the dream of every tech expert.

Felicity is really proud of her work, the success of her company flattering her, but she has quickly realized that it is just a small fraction of what makes her so completely happy.

Just the other day Sara has started to walk while she was having coffee with Lyla, managing just three, shaky steps before diving in her mum's arms, looking curiously at the two adults weeping and laughing for no apparent reason.

The team is still on business, even if the city seems safer than ever. John has learned to balance his life as a dad and his life as part of the team and Oliver has surprisingly learned to be the Arrow and Oliver Queen at the same time, never once trying to push her away.

Accepting that his secret identity is part of who he is has made Oliver reconsider the idea of keeping Thea in the dark. His sister has fitted perfectly in his new life, proud of him for stepping in as CEO and making fast friend with Felicity.

He has been eager to make the two women of his life meet but he wasn't sure that they would get along. In insight he shouldn't have been worried, Felicity charming her little sister like she has done with everybody else, making her laugh in a way that he hasn't seen for a very long time.

Thea has been furious when he has told her the truth just like he has imagined, but surprising him yet again, after a week of silence, she has barged in Felicity's apartment to see him late one night, trembling with anger and with her arms full of articles about his nighttime activities, yelling at him for putting his life in danger so stupidly until she has lost her voice and she has collapsed in his arms, crying and holding him with all the strength she had.

Now she is a regular presence in the lair, keeping Felicity company when the boys are in the field and sharing furtive smiles with Roy when she thinks her brother isn't looking.

But it's her relationship with Oliver that makes her truly, completely happy.

They have decided to buy a house together, warm and cozy, because the both wanted a home to be their own, despite how much they loved her little apartment where they have lived their first months together.

Oliver has insisted to have a room reserved for Thea, even if they both have known she was more than happy in her new, paid with her own money, apartment in the center.

Thea has joked, telling them that she could come to stay with them when they will need her help and that now that she isn't poor anymore she can't wait to use all her money to spoil a little niece or nephew.

They have shared an amused look at his sister's exuberance but that night after she has gone home Oliver has found the courage to ask her if she has ever thought about having a family and couldn't keep the emotion from his voice when he has asked her if she would ever consider having one with him.

Felicity couldn't speak but she has broken in a little watery laugh before kissing him passionately, with all the love she felt for him, quickly making the confusion disappear from his face before letting him strip her down in the kitchen, their kitchen, with the widest smile on her face.

Felicity lies beside him, smiling when Oliver passes him fingers through her locks or when he dives to steal a quick chaste kiss, thinking she can't be happier that she is in that moment, just the two of them, in their bedroom, sharing a quiet night together.

Little she knows how wrong she is, because just a few days later she will step inside their bedroom to find it enlighten by candles, with a simply arranged dinner on their bed, tasty Italian food placed on a blanket and Oliver with her favorite bottle of red wine in his hands, waiting for her.

That will be the night when he will finally decide to give her the ring he has chosen for her the day she has agreed to buy the house together and she will officially become his fiancee once Oliver will get her to stop crying long enough to draw an intelligible answer to his question.