Summer Vacation - Chapter 9 - DMichelleWrites - Arrow (TV 2012) [Archive of Our Own]
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Story Summary: Oliver and Felicity actually have some time off from Team Arrow business. It’s everything Oliver has ever wanted from quiet date nights to trips back home and more. The Queens, their friends, and family have a fantastic summer vacation after escaping Lian Yu.
A/N: Hey, ladies and gents, I took a little break last week because I was on vacation visiting my grandparents and I had a major case of writer’s block. But hope you all enjoy this one. Also, thanks, @sophie1973, Your “love is indestructible” comment inspired this chapter, so I had to include it of course. Oh and sunbutter is a spread made out of sunflower seeds since Felicity is allergic to nuts. The way she eats it is how I sometimes snack on pure peanut butter.
Prompt 9: Pride for @olicityhiatusficathon
Chapter 9 “United”
A blissful slumber is short-lived when Oliver’s phone beeps. Felicity greets her husband with fiery azure and angry face — a glare that can kill. Technically in Oliver’s case, it means no spooning, a cold shoulder, and a view of his wife’s backside. And he certainly isn’t allowed to touch.
“Sorry, sorry.” Oliver says, picking up his phone, “I thought I turned it off.”
Felicity growls, “You woke the baby.”
Her anger simmers when she loves sensing those tiny flutters in her tummy. She can’t wait to feel an actual kick soon. Oliver wishes he can feel what his wife does right now, but Baby Queen is growing strong. Dimples pool in her cheeks when she guides Oliver’s hand to her belly.
“Nothing yet.” Her husband acknowledges glumly, adopting a cute voice. “You be good for mama, Sweetie.”
“Who texted you at this insane hour?”
He checks, a bright screen shining against his face, “Mackenzie, Thea has the stomach flu and wants to know Raisa’s homemade cracker recipe.”
“Well, at least one of them is speaking to you.” The brunette hacker figures, squeezing his shoulder.
His gaze flits over to his wife.
“What? It’s better than both of them ghosting you — not me.”
“Yeah.” Oliver cringes, palms blanketing his face, “After the incident at Star City’s Pride Parade, I’m not winning any Big Brother of the Year awards.”