Chapter Twenty

It turned out, Donna Smoak could not come down to Starling City that weekend after all. Felicity had called her mom, who'd spent five minutes screaming out of joy that Felicity had been the one to call her, and had asked her if she could spend the weekend there. Her mom had worried something was wrong, so Felicity'd had to assure her that everything was fine.

Donna couldn't take anymore time off of work, and the weekends were the busiest for her. She told Felicity that she couldn't come down that weekend, but maybe a few weeks after. Felicity knew that couldn't happen, since her and Oliver were planning on announcing their relationship to the public a few days after they would have returned from seeing her.

Felicity told Oliver about her mother's incapability to come to their place for the weekend, and Oliver had everything figured out within a matter of seconds. His plan was to fly out there to her, the exact thing they'd decided against previously. She almost reminded him of the flaw in that plan, but he had an answer for that to. There wasn't any paparazzi on a private jet.

So, with the new plan set in motion, the other details started to fall into place. They'd both be taking the rest of the week off from work, and would be returning Sunday morning. They'd stay at a hotel near her mom, checking in under fake names. And, just because they didn't want to be reminded of anything work-related the four days they would be there, they warned everyone important to them that their phones would be off for the duration of their visit.

Felicity was surprised by how dedicated Oliver was to getting to know her mother. He was looking forward to seeing her more than Felicity was. It wasn't that she didn't love her mother, because she loved her just as much as any daughter should love their mother, she just could be a lot to handle at times. Felicity wasn't going to deny that she was kind of eager to see how Oliver reacted to her.

That eagerness lasted all the way until they were on the Queen jet, their bags all packed up, and the pilot just awaiting Oliver's order to take off. Oliver quickly instructed him to depart, and the reality of the situation slapped Felicity in the face as soon as solid ground was no longer beneath them. She panicked because she now knew, there was no going back.

"What's wrong?" Oliver asked, immediately sensing her uneasiness.

She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but failed miserably. "I'm sorry, Oliver. I guess I'm barely realizing what's about to happen. In a few hours, you're going to meet my mom. We're going to tell her I'm pregnant. With your child."

Oliver chuckled, his eyes locked with hers. "Felicity, there is nothing to be worried about. I'm sure your mom will be thrilled for us."

"Yeah, I know she will be," Felicity agreed. "That's not what I'm worried about."

"Okay... then what is it?"

She closed her eyes, sensing how ridiculous she was being, but telling him anyways. "I'm just worried that my mom will meet you, and see nothing but dollar signs."

Oliver remained quiet for a few seconds, before letting out an amused/breathy laugh, "What?"

She groaned. "I know I've never told you this before, but money was kind of a luxury we didn't have growing up. My mom always dated rich guys because she liked to depend on their bank accounts. She always would encourage me to marry a rich guy-" She paused, her body flaring in panic. "-not that we're getting married, or are going to get married. Well, I mean, I am carrying your child, but of course, that doesn't necessarily mean that we have to get married-"

"Felicity," he interrupted, his eyes dancing with humor.

"Right, sorry," she apologized, trying again. "All I'm trying to say, is that I'm worried my mom will meet you, and assume that I'm with you because you are rich. And that is absolutely not the case, because even if you were to go bankrupt and lose every penny to your name, I'd still be with you-"

He cut her off again, but this time with his lips. She sighed into his mouth, letting her shoulder sag and her body relax into his warmth. His hands cradled her face, his thumbs stroking over her cheeks as he kissed her, steadying her thoughts, and anchoring her back to him. When he pulled away, her skin was flushed, and she felt one hundred times better.

"Look, your mom can assume whatever she wants about me and our relationship. I'm going to make sure she knows the truth, but if she chooses not to believe it, then that's not our problem. Whatever happens on this trip, Felicity, just know that you are coming back with me, and we are going to live incredible lives together."

"Yeah?" she murmured, her eyes watering.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay," she breathed, sinking into his side. "I feel better."

"Good," he said, wrapping one arm around her back. "Now, let's try to get some rest. It's early, and I wouldn't want my baby mama to be sleep deprived."

She raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he fought off his grin. "Baby mama? Really?"

He shrugged. "It's a lot easier than saying 'the mother of my child'."

"You are something else, Oliver Queen," she stated, cuddling back into him.

"And you are everything, Felicity Smoak," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "You're my everything."

His hand rested over her stomach lovingly, and that was really all she needed before she was asleep, cradled into the side of the man she was irrevocably in love with, and who was just as in love with her.

God, their child was lucky.

They landed in Las Vegas a few hours later, and without even looking outside, they both could feel the change in the atmosphere. This was the city of sin, and Oliver vaguely remembered trips there with Tommy in his younger years, the memories hazy due to the amount of alcohol he'd consumed. Felicity was extremely tense once the pilot announced their arrival, and Oliver didn't know how he could calm her down.

He never got this nervous around his family. Even when his mother had guessed Felicity was pregnant, he remembered remaining calm about it, and only wanting to get to the bottom of things. The way Felicity was acting was completely foreign to him, which was why he didn't have a clue as to how he should handle it. So, when they got off the jet and were on their way to their hotel in the limo that had been provided to them, Oliver took a shot at trying to make her feel better.

"You know, the hotel's supposed to be the best one on the strip," he informed her, recalling reading that from the website when he'd booked the rooms.

"Hmm?" Felicity responded, clearly distracted if the way she was worrying her lip and gazing out the window was any indication.

Oliver stifled a groan at how unbelievably sexy he found it when she did that, reminding himself that this was about making her feel better. "Yeah. And there's a buffet downstairs that's open all the time. It even has a chocolate fountain."

That got her to glance up at him, her eyes hopeful. "Really?"

"Mhm," he confirmed, knowing how the pregnancy had been making her crave an insane amount of chocolate. He leaned in close, his eyes still locked with hers, before they fell to her lower lip, which was swollen from her fussing with it. "They let you take a plate upstairs. Maybe we can grab some of the chocolate, and I can eat it off of you."

"Yeah?" she whispered, and now he knew he had her full attention.

Slowly, he nodded. "Yeah."

"I love you."

He smiled, considering that plan a success. "I love you, too."

The limo came to a stop, and Oliver glanced through the tinted window, seeing that they'd reached the hotel. He looked back to Felicity, smiling at her softly, before pecking her lips and getting out of the car. The driver opened her door for her, while Oliver got their things out from the trunk. A man came out of the hotel to take their bags, leaving Oliver and Felicity to check in.

They'd requested separate rooms to remove suspicion, though Oliver was planning on her coming into his room as soon as they were alone. The rooms were joined by a door, so Felicity and him could easily slip back and forth between the two of them. Oliver approached the counter, addressing the man behind the computer.

"Hi, my business partner and I have just arrived. We have two rooms booked."

The man barely even glanced at them. "Names?"

"It should be under Jonas and Meghan," he answered, clearing his throat to come off as less suspicious.

It took a few seconds, but soon the man was handing them two separate room keys, thanking them for choosing that hotel. Oliver would have complained about the service, but he was just too damn excited to be away from the rest of the world with the woman he loved. They practically raced to the elevator, where their bags were brought on with them.

Just for show, they went in through their separate rooms, immediately opening that conjoined door once they were behind closed doors. Felicity looked so gorgeous in her sundress, and Oliver was reminded of the appreciation he held for the fuller breasts brought on by her pregnancy. She glanced up at him, clearly recognizing the look in his eyes, because she gave him one in return, crossing her arms over her chest, and making her breasts look even larger.

He groaned.

"We haven't even been at the hotel for five minutes, and you're already ready to break in the bed?"

He took a step closer to her. "You're just lucky I didn't try anything on the flight over here."

"Jet sex," she gasped, closing her eyes. "That would have been amazing."

Oliver laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "There's always the flight back."

"You promise?"

"I promise," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her.

She smiled into the kiss, running her hands up his back. Oliver pressed her to him, slipping his tongue past her lips. When she moaned, he held her closer, loving the noise more than he could muster. As his hands dragged back up to her face, he kissed her mindlessly, an agenda of something else entirely on his mind. While she was distracted by his lips, he raised her dress up, bunching it at her breasts.

Breaking away from her mouth, he dropped to a crouch, placing his lips at her stomach. He knew she loved it when he did that, almost as much as he loved doing it. It made him feel closer to their baby, and reminded him that all of this was really happening. He sucked small kisses all over her soft skin, outlining them with his palms. Felicity shivered, and he glanced up at her, spotting the heat in her eyes.

"Oliver..." she trailed off, and he knew she was growing impatient with him.

He smirked, rising to his feet again, planning on doing some more teasing. Instead, Felicity caught him by surprise when she tackled his lips with her own, nearly bruising him from the force. He moaned in surprise, steadying himself, and resting his hands on her ass. Felicity slid her hands over his chest, her fingers working to undo his buttons at an insane pace.

He tried to protest at her speed, but she wasn't having it. She shoved him onto the mattress, moving to straddle his lap. Then, she was pushing his shirt down his shoulders, beginning to lick her tongue over the column of his throat. He felt his eyes start to roll, and set a hand on her back, balancing her as she continued to undress him.

"Have I told you how much I love when you take charge?" he breathed, thinking back on how ever since the pregnancy, she'd been more aggressive with him in the bedroom.

She chuckled hoarsely, brushing her hand over his rapidly hardening length. "Oh, honey, you don't have to tell me. I can tell."

He groaned for a mixture of reasons, feeling his hips swirl upwards and into her hand, his body seeking the friction she was giving away. "God, you're fucking perfect."

Before anyone else could say another word or make another move, there was a brisk knock at the door, sending Felicity fleeing from his lap, and onto the other side of the bed. Oliver was on his feet instantly, sliding his arms through his dress shirt, and redoing the buttons as fast as possible. Felicity was already heading for her room, prepared to shut the conjoined door if necessary.

The knock occurred again, and Oliver started making his way towards it. He unlocked the door, swinging it open just enough for whoever was on the other side to be seen. He was surprised when he felt a body fly against his own, knocking the breath out of him. He caught the figure - a woman - and let the door go, sending it closing with a soft click.

"Excuse me, who are you?" he demanded, his brows furrowed.

The woman just kept squeezing him, shrieking in joy. Oliver could see Felicity enter the room, her expression both confused, and enraged. Yeah, he'd look the same way if some random man launched himself at her. Before Oliver had the chance to scrape the woman off of him, she was running at Felicity, locking her arms around her neck. Felicity suddenly looked shocked, her arms reluctantly wrapping around the woman.

"Mom," she acknowledged, and Oliver felt like he'd been slapped in the face. "What are you doing here?"

Donna Smoak finally pulled away, grinning. "Baby, when you told me you were staying here, I couldn't believe it. Why in the world would you ever stay in a hotel, when you can come stay with me? Then, the nice man in the front told me he saw a woman of your description walk in with somebody, and it all made sense, sweetie. This is him, right? The reason you came down here?"

Oliver blinked, wondering how the hell she'd pieced everything together so quickly.

"Mom, we were going to tell you everything tomorrow," Felicity sighed, shooting Oliver an apologetic look.

He stepped in. "No, it's fine. I was looking forward to meeting you, Ms. Smoak. Felicity has told me so many great things about you."

"Felicity, he's so handsome!" Donna exclaimed, making Oliver flush.

Felicity groaned, shaking her head. "Mom..."

"What's your name?" Donna asked him, still beaming.

"Oliver."

The smile fell from her face, and her lips parted in recognition. "You're... You're Oliver... Queen? As in billionaire? As in CEO of Queen Consolidated?"

"That would be me," Oliver confirmed with a chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Felicity!"

"Mom!" Felicity interrupted, tugging her mom so that she was closer to her. "I'm not with him because of his money, okay? I love Oliver a lot, and I'd appreciate it if we spent these next few days ignoring his bank account."

"Of course, sweetie," Donna assured. "I'm just happy you found someone you love so much."

Donna suddenly looked around, taking in the fact that Felicity's hair was messy from their previous activities, her dress wrinkled from the way he'd bunched it up in his hands. Oliver glanced down at himself, seeing that he'd failed to line up his buttons correctly, and he knew his hair was at least a little fussed. Donna brought her hands to her lips, her eyes landing on the rumpled sheets where Felicity had just been straddling him on.

"Oh my God. I didn't realize I'd interrupted something," she gushed, her face bright red. "I can get out of your hair, if you'd like. The plan had been to meet for dinner tomorrow anyways."

"We were just..." Oliver started, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

Donna looked at him expectantly, before Felicity took her gaze away, saving him from even more embarrassment. "Mom, how about we go for a walk? It's been so long since we've seen each other. I'm sure Oliver doesn't mind."

"Of course not," he agreed. "You guys have fun. I'll just watch something on television."

"Actually, sweetie, I have to get back to work. I'm on break right now, but they'll be expecting me back any minute now. I only wanted to come say hi," Donna said, frowning.

Oliver resisted the urge to pump his fist into the air, knowing that he'd been looking forward to getting to know Felicity's mom for a long time now, so he really shouldn't be so thrilled by the fact that she was currently too busy to hang out at the moment. He had just really been looking forward to what would probably be happening between him and Felicity had her mom not unexpectedly dropped by.

"Oh," Felicity murmured, wrapping her fingers around her arm. "Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

Donna beamed. "Yes, you will. It was so good to see you again, sweetie." She gave Felicity a tight hug, swaying her back and forth softly. "And, Oliver, it was nice to meet you. I knew there was a reason my daughter was so eager to see me again. You are definitely better looking than anything I could have imagined."

"Mom," Felicity warned, and Donna kept her grin, walking over to the door.

"Okay, bye," she drawled over her shoulder, leaving almost as abruptly as she'd come in.

Oliver locked the door behind her, not wanting to take anymore chances this time. Sighing, he turned to face Felicity, finding her sitting at the edge of the bed, her face in her hands. Cautiously, he approached her, taking a tentative seat next to her.

"That was so embarrassing," she grumbled, and he could hear that edge in her voice.

The one that told him she was close to tears.

"Felicity, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your mom... I thought she was great. She clearly cares about you a lot," he reassured her, placing a hand on her back comfortingly. "If it's even possible, I'm looking forward to this trip more now."

"Really?" she whispered, removing her hands from her face.

His lips quirked, his heart swelling at the sight of her looking at him like he was the only person who could make her feel better at the moment. "I promise."

"You're making a lot of promises, mister," she said, leaning into his side.

Wrapping his arms around her, he lowered his voice, speaking right against her head. "And I plan on keeping each and every one of them."

Felicity let out a noise of content, removing herself from his side, and shoving him onto his back. Quickly, she straddled his lap, and he grinned up at her, the breath completely knocked out of him from the suddenness of her movements, and the fact that it was her. Felicity set her hands to work at his pants, making sure to rub against him as much as possible.

"I think it's time we broke in this bed, don't you think?"

He couldn't fight the delirious grin that shone out of his face, as he nodded in agreement. "I think you are very right, Felicity Smoak. Come here."

She lowered her body onto his, molding into him, kissing him senseless, and making him feel more content than he ever had in his entire life.

And she didn't even realize it.

"Stop it. You have nothing to be worried about," Oliver murmured, his hand squeezing hers as they entered the restaurant where her mom was waiting for them at a table in the back.

Yeah, that was easy for him to say. He wasn't the one with the inappropriate mother who turned even the smallest of things into huge deals. Felicity was nervous for a number of things tonight, but the biggest one was her mother's reaction to finding out she was pregnant. They were saving that one for dessert though. There was no way they were announcing their pregnancy before the appetizers were even served.

Felicity got to the table first, making her presence known to her mother, who was focused on the cocktail menu. She glanced up at them once Oliver pulled out the chair for Felicity, taking a seat right next to her. A grin broke out onto her face, and Felicity said a tiny prayer that she would refrain from screaming in this very nice restaurant Oliver was so generously paying for their meal at.

"You guys made it!" she beamed.

Felicity smiled tightly. "Of course we did, mom."

"You didn't think we were going to cancel on you, did you?" Oliver asked, smiling almost as wide as her mom was.

Donna knocked it down a notch, getting a sad gleam in her eyes. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've been stood up." She seemed to realize what she'd said, because she suddenly let out an awkward laugh, brightening up again. "I know I just saw you yesterday, but you look like you've gotten so much more handsome!"

"Thank you," Oliver chuckled. "You look very lovely tonight, Ms. Smoak."

"Call me Donna," she pleaded, her eyes shooting to where Oliver's arm was wrapped lovingly around Felicity's back. "Or, you might as well just start calling me Mom now, I guess."

"Mom," Felicity groaned, covering her eyes with her hand.

Donna played the innocent card. "What? Oh, c'mon, sweetie. I'm your mother, and I can tell when you've found the one. He's already looked at you in ways your father never looked at me."

"I love your daughter more than I thought was ever possible," Oliver confessed, and Felicity looked up at him, a small smile settling on her face. "She has made me the happiest man on the face of the earth. I'm glad that you can tell Felicity has found the one with me, because I know I certainly have with her."

Donna was nearly leaking tears, and Felicity swiped her's away, placing a chaste kiss to Oliver's lips. Some sort of squeal left her mother's throat, and Felicity looked over to her, only to find her with her hands to her mouth, grinning excitedly.

"I am so happy for you," she cried, trying to compose herself, but failing miserably. "Oliver, you are the greatest thing that could have happened to my daughter. All I've ever wanted is for her to have everything I never did. Thank you for making my job a hell of a lot easier."

Felicity smiled at her mom, placing her hand on top of hers. "Mom, you've given me so much, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, sweetie."

A waiter approached them out of nowhere, completely oblivious to the moment they were all having. "Hello, my name is Henry, and I'll be your server for tonight. Can I start you off with any drinks?"

Donna made an effort to stop crying, giving their server a polite smile. "Yes, I'd like a diet coke, please."

Felicity was shocked her mother was avoiding the alcohol for the time being, turning to face the man taking their orders. "I'd like an iced tea, please."

"And for you, sir?"

"Water is fine for me," Oliver replied, giving him a polite smile. "Thank you."

They managed to avoid any more cry-worthy moments that night, which Felicity was grateful for since she knew her mother would definitely be shedding tears once she heard the big news. Dinner was incredible, making them too stuffed to even consider dessert. Felicity knew now was the exact moment she was supposed to tell her mom everything, but she couldn't find her voice.

Oliver was looking down at her, clearly expecting her to make the announcement. Well she couldn't, apparently, and so she gave him a look that told him he could take care of it. He smiled at her, giving her hand quick squeeze, before facing her mother with serious eyes. Donna seemed to sense the shift at the table, because she straightened up, giving Oliver an expectant look.

"So, Donna, there is more to the reason why Felicity is down here other than the fact that she missed you," Oliver began, drawing in a deep breath, preparing himself for the news her mother was holding her breath to find out about. "My company is being looked at really closely right now. The public is looking for any signs of me screwing up, and so my relationship with Felicity is unknown to anyone besides family."

"Well, if you're worried that I'm going to tell, then-"

"No, of course not," Oliver interrupted, taking care of her worry quick. "It's just that... Felicity and I weren't planning on coming out with the news of our relationship until the company was in a place where it could withstand news like this. Fate had other plans for us in mind, and new factors had to be taken into consideration. We're at a point where we've discussed releasing news of our relationship to the public, and so we're here to tell you about it first, and tell you what the factor was that determined the haste of all this."

Donna looked confused. "Okay..."

"Ms. Smoak- Donna- what I'm trying to tell you- What Felicity and I have to say is-"

"I'm pregnant," Felicity blurted, the suspense of it all nearly killing her.

It seemed like the entire restaurant went quiet, and Felicity dug her fingers into Oliver's arm, panicking even more with each passing second her mother didn't react to the news. Then, she broke out into the biggest grin Felicity has ever seen on her, and surprisingly, no screaming ensued.

"I am so happy for you," she breathed, her eyes watering. "You are going to be an amazing mom, sweetie. And, Oliver, I can already tell you're going to be an incredible father. This... this is the best news you could have given me. I'm-" She gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. "I'm going to be a grandmother!"

"You are taking this so well, Mom," Felicity responded, nearly brought to tears. "You have no idea how much to means to me- to us. Thank you."

"Of course I am," Donna said. "You're my daughter, and you're starting a family with a man who loves you more than you could ever know. Why wouldn't I be taking this well?"

Felicity just gave her mom a smile, looking up at Oliver. Oliver was smiling as well, clearly just as touched by the moment and her mother's kind words. They jumped around from topic to topic after that, enjoying the rest of the night without any worries. Now, her and Oliver could finally come out with their relationship once they returned to Starling City.

And she wasn't worried about it in the slightest.

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