Fighting for the Heart

Untitled Part 9

Felicity took a deep breath as time to leave drew near. That kiss! Jeez, what was she thinking? The answer was she had not been thinking. She gently slid her fingers along the necklace that held her ring. It had been three years that she had mourned. Three years since Billy had died. Maybe it was time to move forward. She reached back and unclasped the necklace and held it lovingly in her hands. She kissed it gently and then walked over and placed it in her suitcase and shut the top before she could change her mind.

She took a deep breath and checked her hair before she headed to the connecting door. Oh no! She wasn't going to do that again. She grabbed her door key and walked out of her room, then stepped over to his door and knocked. She let out her breath when he answered a few seconds later fully dressed and ready to go.

They each looked at each other, awareness arcing between them before they walked down the hall to the elevator. Her heart was pounding as she stepped into the elevator and hit the ground floor. Oliver stepped in beside her their shoulders barely brushing. There was plenty of room, but neither one moved away.

"So small world finding out that Quentin is dating your mother." Oliver said. He was trying to ease the tension, but the energy between them was palpable.

"Yes. I have not heard my mother so excited about someone in a long time." Felicity said with a small smile. Neither one looked at the other.

They walked to the front of the hotel and Felicity crawled into the back of the town car with Oliver close behind her. The ride to the dinner was tense and the awareness between them could be cut with a knife. As they pulled up to her mother's house, she told the driver to be back at 9 p.m. and then looked up surprised when she saw Oliver offering her his hand to step out of the car. She placed her hand in his and felt him pull her up and she gave him a smile of thank you before quickly letting go.

Suddenly the front door flew open and a cloud of blonde hair and bright colors flew down the steps and Felicity took a step back as her mother flew into her arms.

"Baby girl!" Donna hugged her tightly and then pulled back placing her hands on her face. "Oh, it is good to see you."

She noticed Oliver standing next to Felicity and gave him a once over. She stepped close to Felicity and whispered, "And who is this gorgeous hunk?"

Felicity groaned, "Mom, this is Oliver Queen, my new client." Donna held out her hand to Oliver as Felicity said, "Oliver this is my Mom, Donna Smoak." Donna gripped Oliver's hand and pulled him closer to her.

"Well aren't you a sight for these old eyes. It's is a pleasure Oliver." He smiled and Felicity wish for a moment that he was smiling at her. She brushed that aside.

Donna stepped between them and placed her arms through theirs leading them up the stairs and into the house.

"Quentin! Come meet my daughter and her friend." Donna yelled, and Quentin came walking out of the kitchen with an apron on wiping his hands on a towel.

"Oliver!" He walked over and hugged Oliver.

Donna looked between Quentin and Oliver with surprise. "You two know each other?"

Quentin nodded and then cleared his throat, "He was engaged to Sara."

Donna looked at Oliver with an understanding expression. She knew the story about what happened to Quentin's daughter. It was hard for him to talk about and seeing the look in Oliver's eyes when Quentin mentioned it, she smiled softly.

"Small world." Donna said softly.

Quentin turned to Felicity. He held his hand out to her with a wide, warm smile. "Felicity your mother has told me so much about you. It is good to finally meet you."