Celebrity Interracial Imagines

Stephen Amell x Reader

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     STEPHEN'S POV

  As I had invited the whole cast of Arrow and The Flash over to Y/N and I's place for dinner, something was different about my wife, Y/N. She appeared to be staring off into space while everyone else was joking around and talking.
 
  Grant nudged Y/N's side and asked her,"Who do you think is better, Y/N: Flash or Arrow?"

  Y/N jumped, but everyone became focused on her and awaited her reply.

  She said,"I..uh..."

   Y/N'S POV

  I could tell Barry, well Grant had asked me something, but I did not hear it. Stephen, being that dear and caring husband, already could tell something was up.
 
  I said,"I..uh..Sorry, what did you ask me?"

 Grant waved it off and said,"It's okay. You okay? You've barely touched your food."

  I chuckled weakly and said,"What is this? Incredibles?"

  Everyone at the table laughed, but I felt Stephen's eyes on me. I held back tears, and Stephen got up from the table.

  He said,"Can everyone give me and my wife sometime alone please?"

  Everyone began to make their way out of Oliver's and I's dining room, but not David.
  He pulled out a chair and I could not help but smile at his John Diggle nature.

  Stephen just smiled looking down, before Stephen politely said,"I know you just want to help John, and I love you the more for doing that, but I think I need to talk to Y/N alone. Just the two of us. Maybe next time.."

  David nodded and kissed my forehead, then he walked out of the room.

  I smiled and said to Stephen,"David will always be John Diggle, won't he?"

  Stephen laughed and sat down beside me saying,"I hope so. Look at me and tell me what's going on."

  I looked at Stephen and I wanted to tell him, but I was afraid.

  Stephen sighed and took both of my hands, saying to me,"Mrs. Amell, there is no reason why you should ever be afraid of telling me anything. I'm not trying to pressure you into telling me, but it would help me sleep better knowing whatever is bothering you ceases to do that anymore. I'll sit here and be patient, until you are comfortable with telling me."

  Finally, I let my tears become free and confessed to Stephen,"A few weeks ago, I..uh..found out that they..they found my mother. Stephen, she's..she's alive and..and she never thought once about seeing me, even..even though my father practically raised me o..on his own. Stephen, I..I want to..to meet her, but..but what if she leaves again? W..What if I'm..I'm not what she e..expected? W..What if I'm-"

  Stephen stopped me from talking by kissing me very slowly. I kissed back and gradually became relaxed from the kiss, before I slowly pulled away.

  Stephen said, staring into my eyes,"There's no reason to be afraid, baby. Hey, even if you're not what your mother expected you to be, you'll be even better. Not many people end up like you did, when they have lost a parent in their life. You're lucky you had your father and he will still continue to be there for you. Your mother may not have been, but I'm sure the look on your face would be worth it to being able to see her again. Did you ever know why she left?"

  I shook my head, while Stephen wiped my tears.

  He held my hands tighter, after, and said,"Okay, so it may have not been because she didn't love you and your father, but because she did. You never know what could have happened before you were born, because there are many possibilities as to why she left. All I know is you have a chance to have a real relationship with her. Do you truly want that, Y/N?"

  I nodded and Stephen kissed my forehead saying,"Well, talk to her. Let her know you'll be ready to listen. If things don't turn out the way you want it to, don't let the same thing happen with you and our little one on the way, okay?"

  I smiled at Stephen and he smiled back, before I replied,"Okay. T..Thanks, honey. Did everyone leave?"

  Stephen shrugged and rested his hand on my stomach saying,"You're all that matters to me right now. I'm sure they did. I mean, they already ate, but it is late."

  I laughed and Stephen gently lifted my shirt, placing a kiss on my stomach.

  He put my shirt back down and helped me up, before I wrapped my arms around his neck saying,"I love you, Oliver Queen."

  Stephen laughed himself, but his blue eyes looked into my E/C eyes, replying,"I love you, too, Mrs. Queen. I love you, too. Don't worry."