Last… (Olicity, pre-7x22)
The sun’s early morning light barely lit the room as Felicity stole back into their bedroom.
She couldn’t see anything, her glasses still on the nightstand, and sleep fuzzing the world out. Not that she needed to. There was enough of a dim glow to avoid running into the bench along the wall and the throw pillows they’d tossed to the floor the night before. That, and she used Oliver’s light snores as a homing beacon for the bed. He still insisted on sleeping between her and the door. It had been a hindrance when Mia had danced on her bladder every five minutes, but right now it was a boon.
It was so peaceful here at the cabin, which was surprisingly nice.
But it was also frakking cold.
Holding her sweater tight over her chest, Felicity nudged Oliver’s shoulder. It got her a bleary grunt.
“She wants you,” she whispered, nudging him again.
A muffled mess of words came out, sounding a lot like, “So bring her in here.”
Felicity pretended she didn’t hear him and nudged him again. “I changed her, and then she got that little cranky brow thing she does when she wants you.”
Oliver groaned, digging his face into his pillow. She knew he was getting up, though, because he always did, no matter what. It made her love him so much more, which was something she didn’t know was possible. She loved this man, with every fiber of her being, in ways she couldn’t put into words. But every damn time he so much as breathed next to their daughter, her heart expanded with so much love she had no idea how it managed to stay in her chest.
Groaning again, he threw the comforter back and rolled out.
The instant he was gone, Felicity dove into the warm cocoon he’d just left.
“Ooh yeah,” she moaned as his lingering heat enveloped every inch of her. She burrowed in deeper, wrapping herself up tight, breathing in her husband’s scent and luxuriating in his warmth.
His chuckle had her peeking out.
Oliver stood next to the bed, their daughter secure in his arms. Mia was gaining weight like a champ, but she still looked so perfectly tiny against his large chest, in those huge hands with his wedding band, and that stunningly beautiful smile he couldn’t contain when he looked down at his baby girl.
Yep, there went her heart again.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Oliver whispered, nuzzling the sporadic spread of Mia’s soft hair. “Mommy’s being a bed hog again.”
“It’s cold,” Felicity said, but the words got lost in a muffle.
Oliver hummed, closing his eyes and cuddling their baby closer.
“Now I feel bad,” she added.
He huffed, but he didn’t reply, too lost in their daughter. His smile turned soft and serene as he swayed with her in his arms in a little dance, murmuring, “We’re gonna stay warm right here, yes we are.” His humming transformed into a song she didn’t recognize until she realized he was just humming random notes. She knew that when he inserted, “Gonna dance ‘til your Mommy scoots her butt over, yes we are,” in a little sing-song whisper that had Felicity snorting.
“Okay, c’mon, c’mon,” she said, throwing the comforter back and scooting over.
The cold, empty sheets were waiting for her and she blanched, but it was quickly eclipsed when Oliver laid down next to her. He chased it all away. He always did. Felicity tossed the blanket over him and cuddled close as he tucked his end in and then rearranged Mia on his chest so she was facing Felicity.
A huge grin all her own lit up her face as she rubbed her nose against her baby girl’s. Mia cooed, a little hand snatching at Felicity’s nose, and then her lips.
“I really hope you don’t get your Mommy’s bad morning habits,” Oliver whispered.
“She’s not the one who tricked me into getting up.”
Felicity pursed her lips in a little pout. His eyes were growing heavy with sleep again, but he caught it, and the drowsy smile he gave her filled her with so much happiness she had to bite her lip.
“I forgive you,” Oliver whispered, leaning in to give her a chaste kiss.
“Because we both know you’ll always be here to get up and go get her?” Felicity asked with a smile.
“Yep.” His grin grew as he closed his eyes and settled in next to his girls. “Exactly.”
Little did they know that that would be the last time he would wake up with them, the last time he’d cuddle in their warmth, his last morning with his wife, his last dance with his daughter, his last…
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